<?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-31791006</id><updated>2011-12-17T00:41:12.830+08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='me'/><category term='threesome'/><category term='ugh'/><category term='news'/><category term='hindi school'/><category term='movies'/><category term='dunman'/><category term='studies'/><category term='random'/><category term='epiphany'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='music'/><category term='weird'/><category term='fun'/><category term='tv'/><category term='council'/><category term='tpjc'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>verbal diarrhoea in progress....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-625308976402308124</id><published>2009-10-14T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:02:50.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>Geez</title><content type='html'>I've been checking the clock every 2 minutes like some obsessive compulsive knife yielding psycho. Or...you know..an impatient person. Its too late for me to start studying now, maybe the graphs LCC taught us will just magically appear in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING i do , from watching Friends to reading stupid jokes online has been able to cheer me up. Even throwing stupid crushed papers balls at the dustbin. Nor painting my stupid nails pearly white. Not even cleaning my crappy room. Not even writing on this horrid blog. If you haven't guessed already, i'm not in the best of moods. So bear with it. Or that little red cross at the top right hand corner? Click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy's built a house from Lego bricks. Yea, a real life house from those tiny blocks. I suppose i should be wowed but i think its kind of stupid. I want to go and blow his stupid house down. Geez, i better stop typing before my bad mood leaves a bitter aftertaste. In that case, down a couple of After Eights . Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-625308976402308124?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/625308976402308124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=625308976402308124' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/625308976402308124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/625308976402308124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/10/geez.html' title='Geez'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-9210399140481608823</id><published>2009-09-15T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:22:21.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Look who's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life's in full swing, much like the crazed pendulums Physics teachers tried to convince us were portraying some Newtonian law or the other. Isn't it funny how we used to think we were doomed if we didn't know how to use integrate a cone. Hmm..i think i still can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've practically got 6 hour worth of lectures at one go tommorow and i'm supposed to be studying but somehow, this week...my brain is sti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ll on vacation. In Sydney maybe, heard some airline was having 50% off. Ooo..and my wisdom tooth is absolutely refusing to come out, after having peeped out halfway and even though it doesn't hurt, i'm getting a little worried. I don't want my shy tooth to keep all the wisdom hidden in my gums. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/Sq_AkMZXvjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gehuboP4x2c/s1600-h/3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/Sq_AkMZXvjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gehuboP4x2c/s320/3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381731807766494770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first episode of GG (season 3) has been utterly disappointing. C and B, in a twisted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;attempt to have an interesting relationship, play 'Casanova and scorned woman'. V an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d D have a minor tiff thanks to D's new high-flying lifestyle. S keeps intentionally attracting the media to get noticed by her real Dad (who doesn't contact her anyways...) L&amp;amp;R's secret love child is hitting on V and trying to get closer to the whole fam. Sadly, no spicy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/Sq_ATEZmS_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/vcTBiw2Qww8/s1600-h/200px-Kingkong_bigfinal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/Sq_ATEZmS_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/vcTBiw2Qww8/s320/200px-Kingkong_bigfinal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381731513562188786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other exciting news, Kanye West steals Taylo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r Swift's moment at the VMA's for another one of his kindergarten tantrums. Isn't there any way he can be banned from these events, scratch that, from the industry?  Williams goes berserk at the US Open and threatens the line judge (or something)...oh dear god, did you see her yell? She resembled a 500 pound raving King Kong who has been told she can't climb the Empire State building.     *** Shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this awkward girl the other day who...you know how people aren't good at language or..thinking in general.. but pretend to be?  Sigh, she thinks she's Miss Thang...well, i'm funnier. Pfuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-9210399140481608823?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/9210399140481608823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=9210399140481608823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/9210399140481608823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/9210399140481608823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-whos-back.html' title='Look who&apos;s back'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/Sq_AkMZXvjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gehuboP4x2c/s72-c/3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-4424247135343073397</id><published>2009-06-19T18:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:31:08.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ka-boom</title><content type='html'>Love Story, Our Song, White Horse...i absolutely love Taylor Swift. Never had much patience for country music (its just so hillbilly) but she makes it extremely listenable. Ok, i'll admit, i was kind of hooked to love story. Sniffs, i want Romeo.  Anyways, bet you'd never think Taylor Swift could do hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/So48F5Tt9Tw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/So48F5Tt9Tw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Its so hilarious! T-Pain Feat Taylor Swift - THUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyho, those dreaded telemarketers. ...Can you believe those guys are PAID to talk? When you put it that way, it sounds like it might be the ideal job for me but hey, you know what, i DON'T like selling people super-lame products that won't do them any good and just burn big holes in their pockets. So VideoJug has  this HILARIOUS video on tackling these unwanted callers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="videojugplayer" width="400" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=68c07ccd-e644-ca04-79db-ff0008ca1530"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=68c07ccd-e644-ca04-79db-ff0008ca1530" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/tag/random-hilarity"&gt;Random Hilarity&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-annoy-a-telemarketer"&gt;How To Annoy A Telemarketer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha , right? I'm seriously sourcing for those mp3 files...if you guys have them , please email to me asap. I'm dying to try the flushing one! Tehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4424247135343073397?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4424247135343073397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4424247135343073397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4424247135343073397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4424247135343073397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/06/ka-boom.html' title='Ka-boom'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-7054232285789292715</id><published>2009-06-08T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:22:46.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Mutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i've got this rubber stopper on my brain right now. One day left to the due date of 'Six suspects' and i'm only half way there...i'm realizing that it takes a lot to be a good person and i think it may be potentially hazardous to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of cooking i'm doing, i'll be ready to win Top Chef by season 5. Speaking of seasons, i stopped watching the Hills at 3, because i felt that if i watched it any longer, i would end up making voodoo dolls of Spencer and Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/Renu/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SizzhUiQ35I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/x1Ezl2tOXX0/s1600-h/imagese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SizzhUiQ35I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/x1Ezl2tOXX0/s320/imagese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344914611555590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, i'm pretty bummed out that the World cup is being held in London...i'll have to stay up till 1am to watch a four-hour match. So not happening, i already look like enough of a panda..need dark circles to go away. Just hope Aus gets thrashed; by India; in the finals. I'll be on a high for months. Bloody racists ***holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later people. Gtg take a swig of carrot juice and hope its alcohol level miraciously become 50% by the time it hits my gullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31791006-7054232285789292715?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/7054232285789292715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=7054232285789292715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7054232285789292715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7054232285789292715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-speidi.html' title='Mutter'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SizzhUiQ35I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/x1Ezl2tOXX0/s72-c/imagese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-4807811429195149069</id><published>2009-06-06T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:28:45.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>Blowing off steam</title><content type='html'>Breathe in. Breathe out. I think i might be on the path to bursting a blood vessel pretty soon. I'm in such major stress and agony right now that its absolutely essential that i pen down all my hatred right here before i burst out and punch down all the walls. (With the result of no harm done to the walls and me being handicapped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has JUST informed me that my BITCH AUNT and her fam may be coming to stay here (as in MY house) for a week or so during August. Now, you may think its pretty normal...a relative coming to visit, we've all been there. Oh no you haven't. This WOMAN whom i hate with every fibre in my body...so much so that the moment my mom told me this, i think my heart started pounding at twice the normal speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's arrogant (with no reason), she expects you to wait on her hand and foot (i had this great visual of me stuffing my foot into her mouth), she's immature and dramatic and expects every bloody thing in the world to revolve around her and her alone. And her kids, well...i suppose they are bearable but, i can't help hating them just for their association with her. And the hubby? He just shuts up while she milks everyone for attention and money. Geez. WTF WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i've ever typed as fast as i'm typing now but this adrenalin rush provided by the ***holic bitch, i think it might not end until she leaves. Oh dear God, help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So realistically speaking, i have decided that i'm going to say hi and bye to her, answer only when she directly asks me something, give the impression that i am supremely pissed off to be even a foot near her. Childish isn't it? I don't give a damn. I'm not grown-up enough to handle her. I doubt Gandhi could have handled her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out. To everyone listening, please please call me ALL THE TIME during the time that's she's here or i will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ways to kill your aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stab, stab ,  stab&lt;br /&gt;2. Poison, poison, poison,&lt;br /&gt;3. Push off Merlion&lt;br /&gt;4. Push into Singapore River/Kallang Drain&lt;br /&gt;5. Push off Singapore Flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in , breathe out. People, please pray for my sanity. I really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4807811429195149069?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4807811429195149069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4807811429195149069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4807811429195149069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4807811429195149069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/06/blowing-off-steam.html' title='Blowing off steam'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-903131686360567119</id><published>2009-05-18T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:18:17.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Soul-searching a little</title><content type='html'>I could stare &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;at rotting leaves &lt;/span&gt;and be more entertained than i currently am. I wonder what i'd do without the internet...geez, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no no no...take my life but spare me this&lt;/span&gt;. Just Googled myself ( why does that sound so wrong) and realised from the 5,420 results that my name isn't all THAT unique. There are others with the same name in fashion and even the silicon industry. Woohoo...i should get to know them...i can get free clothes..and well, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; don't need silicon. ;p &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..when i was done with that narcissitic deed, i decided to 'zodiac search' and here's what i found out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Scorpios&lt;/span&gt; AKA i'm like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined and forceful&lt;br /&gt;Emotional and intuitive&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and passionate&lt;br /&gt;Exciting and magnetic. Scorpios have magnetic and dynamic personalities. Typically they are likable and have a soothing affect on those around them. Scorpios also tend to be very creative and inventive and excel in professional careers such as medicine chemistry and physics. They tend also to be patient, courteous, loyal and generous. Those around them will often use them to help with problem resolution. Their greatest assets are the powers of will and determination.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Jealous and resentful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Compulsive and obsessive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Secretive and obstinate. Although patient and courteous, if they become aroused there is no fury equal to the Scorpio. They can become bitterly cutting to those around them. The more sensitive Scorpio may have a tendency to lose their composure and lash out with unconstructively. Because they may possess keen, creative minds, they may tend to day dream to extreme. Scorpios tend to have strong sexual desires that have to be controlled to avoid potential excess in this direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Errm...okay. I am obessed with my failures, i don't let them move me forward. I am very obstinate and a little secretive. Compulsive, no way! No fury equal to mine? Hell yea...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't make me sting you&lt;/span&gt;. Day dreaming?? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg...i thought it was a mental disorder. &lt;/span&gt;The strong...umm...desires. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm a saint. If Mother Theresa were alive, i'll give her a run for her money as the most saint-est person on the entire earth. See, i'm so livid , my grammar is all screwed up.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Hell hath no fury like me scorned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe breathe. Look at the silver lining, let's focus on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; positive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exciting and magnetic! Woots. Now if it weren't for my non-existent self-esteem, maybe i would be but what the hell...i'll get there one day.    I'm powerful and passionate! WOOOHOO! Now all i got to do is get me one of those superhero costumes and i'm all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suited for medicine, chemistry and physics. Ha bloody ha. I should send the guy who wrote this my exams slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciao lovelies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-903131686360567119?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/903131686360567119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=903131686360567119' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/903131686360567119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/903131686360567119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/05/soul-searching-little.html' title='Soul-searching a little'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-879021610592262779</id><published>2009-04-27T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:18:52.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Vroom Vroom Ka-boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SfWX7TSIGkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lTPgrizeins/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SfWX7TSIGkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lTPgrizeins/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329332779107228226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather that Singapore's experiencing right now? Its not summer...its an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;eternal heatstroke&lt;/span&gt;. And i was made fully aware of this today as i attempted my very&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; first practical driving lesson&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you're applausing right now because i am VERY afraid of knocking old people down. Or getting crushed by a lorry. Or motorcyclists that i could easily crush. Or stupid&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; birds&lt;/span&gt; shitting on my car. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, i met my darling Yiqi, who was waiting for the practical test (she passed! woots!) and i caught sight of the traffic police people. OMG ! They look so old and senile...plus, i don't think they have any cheek muscles...or either, they just can't smile. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;***Shudders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....so learning about the car was pretty fun although driving it was another story....well,  i hate the bloody clutch. Seriously, i'm damn lucky i got such a cool instructor ( Farhan AKA Shahrukh Khan) or i would have fainted just touching the steering wheel. Now that i think of it, it wasn't so bad...except for the fact that i couldn't brake without killing the engine. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muahaha....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i also couldn't stay in my own lane very well...or turn. But what the hell...its only the first lesson...i'm sure i'll get it soon. If i don't ....well...anyone know any chauffeurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i keep telling myself i'm not going to be afraid....honestly, you never know....in a few months , i could be driving this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SfWW94Ujd3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rbxc8Qi4P1E/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SfWW94Ujd3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rbxc8Qi4P1E/s320/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329331723897632626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/Renu/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok....that is NEVER going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/Renu/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-879021610592262779?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/879021610592262779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=879021610592262779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/879021610592262779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/879021610592262779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/04/vroom-vroom-ka-boom.html' title='Vroom Vroom Ka-boom'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SfWX7TSIGkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lTPgrizeins/s72-c/car2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-5888656015601004846</id><published>2009-03-19T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:21:12.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IT show 2009 generates $58.5 million &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             &lt;img src="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/imagegallery/store/phpY4Pn49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, while i understand that Singapore is increasingly becoming a tech-freak country...i cannot understand why anyone would want to subject themselves to being squashed by another 200,000 people , suffering from a lack of oxygen and shouting yourself hoarse at the sales guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$58.5 million in 4 days is no small figure for a population only 5-ish million strong. I swear, Singaporeans show more enthusiam for technological products than they do for procreation...no wonder the government is worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I , too, attempted to enter this 'all-so-important' national event. Unfortunately, i never made it to the entrance. Blame it on the 10,000 people wanting to suffocate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Too many malls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.ionorchard.com/images/abt_ion2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at it. (Above, Orchard Ion). Yum. Yum. Yum. Yum. YUMMY!!!  Straits Times recently published this article discussing the need for the half a dozen malls slated to open this year. I must say, it was very hurtful to all us shopaholics. (includes window shopping ;p) How, HOW can there be TOO many malls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why we need more malls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Every current mall has the same shops: NTUC, Bossini, Hang Ten, Giordano, Isetan, Metro...and if you're really unlucky , BHG and/or John Little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Its really sick to travel all the way to Vivo to get Ted Baker, River Island, Zara...Daiso (teeehee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Singapore is running out of places for entertainment, at least for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Malls are a part of the economy and we need to expand ours to fit our 6 million target. I will NOT share TM with another half a million people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-5888656015601004846?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/5888656015601004846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=5888656015601004846' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5888656015601004846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5888656015601004846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/03/mess.html' title='Mess'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-8236502985482425619</id><published>2009-02-09T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:47:20.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random mutterings of a crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would like to thank you for the lovely (and very windy) weather that we've been having the last couple of days. I'm also deeply appreciative of the spats of tan-worthy heat in the afternoons.  Did you know that Coppertone does not make you go copper? I'm bronzish now..Wonder if i could sue them for misleading product information/packaging blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm extremely excited about my going-to-be-soon ultra girly phone, Viewty. Its so pretty i can't help but to drool over it more than over Orlando Bloom ...and maybe even Brad Pitt. Not Shia LeBeouf though (is that how you spell it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyways, how's things up there in heaven? I bet things are a little tougher because of the financial crisis eh? I'd really appreciate it if you could flick some magic wand and create cash flow. I'd also really appreciate it if you could poke Bush in the eye with the same wand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and regards,&lt;br /&gt;Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-8236502985482425619?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/8236502985482425619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=8236502985482425619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8236502985482425619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8236502985482425619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-mutterings-of-crazy.html' title='Random mutterings of a crazy'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-4927637881923238059</id><published>2009-01-25T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:20:52.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Nikki's trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SXw-xitqiDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RoqfBms0QDQ/s1600-h/zoo+and+home+kitty+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SXw-xitqiDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RoqfBms0QDQ/s320/zoo+and+home+kitty+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295176282733709362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to something like this? SERIOUSLY. If anyone dares to suggest that i'm worth eight pigs or one bird, i will cut off their favourite appendage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4927637881923238059?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4927637881923238059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4927637881923238059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4927637881923238059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4927637881923238059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/01/nikkis-trip-to-zoo.html' title='Nikki&apos;s trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SXw-xitqiDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RoqfBms0QDQ/s72-c/zoo+and+home+kitty+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2129357277242128070</id><published>2009-01-25T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:22:18.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Omg! He's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah well...the bloody video doesn't work. Still, i LOVE Russell Peters. I know its very typical to say this, but he's sooo funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know how some people make suggestive and dirty remarks all the time and think they're really funny? Well, they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i might burst with joy. My head is going dizzy, my smile won't leave. Why you ask? Because i choose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple eh? LOL. Let's talk about Hamas and the 800 billion plan. ...hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&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/31791006-2129357277242128070?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2129357277242128070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2129357277242128070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2129357277242128070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2129357277242128070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-new-dawn.html' title='Omg! He&apos;s back!'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-3248295430063870141</id><published>2009-01-15T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:22:50.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Still scratching my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5 days left till its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BYE BYE BUSH&lt;/span&gt;. While i can't wait for the dawn of a new day, i think i'm going to miss him...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;which other guy do you know who gives you reason to pull his leg practically every time he makes a public appearance&lt;/span&gt;?  Ah well, BYE BYE BUSH Party, my place, 9pm, 20 Jan ;p Teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl is getting extremely interesting, i must admit. I'm not into the whole bimbo-scene but this is...oh well, Chuck is...just, well.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.you know&lt;/span&gt;. Even if i put all my brain cells to hard work, they wouldn't be able to come up with twists as riveting as what they show. But of course, stuff like that doesn't actually happen in real life. Or maybe it does...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;all i need first is a rich-kid school, lots of money, lots of hot clothes and oh yeah...a Dan-worthy sidekick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching some stupid basketball game..i don't get it. What's the point of playing if all the players are so darned tall they barely have to reach for the basket!! Ok Ok...i'll admit, I just hate the fact that while they're all 10 feet tall, i can't reach the top cabinet of the kitchen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the 26th Jan...its a very very important day you know ;p Republic Day and all...i'll make a very awaited trip to the embassy to visit the guy who looks like an old toad...i think he's called the ambassador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty ...hope i update this boring thing with my boring life sooner next time. Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3248295430063870141?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/3248295430063870141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=3248295430063870141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3248295430063870141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3248295430063870141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-scratching-my-head.html' title='Still scratching my head'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-3080710400929902198</id><published>2009-01-15T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:23:13.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Hot Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qosTDBrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/v-pNzt1qHJE/s1600-h/DSCN1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qosTDBrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/v-pNzt1qHJE/s320/DSCN1621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291213490781095602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three musketeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qoDsZIGI/AAAAAAAAANs/THbpNXMin48/s1600-h/DSCN1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qoDsZIGI/AAAAAAAAANs/THbpNXMin48/s320/DSCN1603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291213479881547874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two obviously gay peacocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qnSr4h4I/AAAAAAAAANk/8TcNy-ph-xk/s1600-h/DSCN1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qnSr4h4I/AAAAAAAAANk/8TcNy-ph-xk/s320/DSCN1586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291213466726074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my dream occupation..a flamingo...not only are they a hot pink color, they get to laze around all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3080710400929902198?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/3080710400929902198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=3080710400929902198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3080710400929902198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3080710400929902198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-birds.html' title='Hot Birds'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4qosTDBrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/v-pNzt1qHJE/s72-c/DSCN1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-660808169369635470</id><published>2009-01-15T01:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:24:05.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>My Bali withdrawal (part one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4il7Xui1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/6u2PC4pKNdA/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4il7Xui1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/6u2PC4pKNdA/s320/Picture+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291204647194626898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you just love the sunset on a cliff by the seaside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4ilBIDpmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GEzmGX26YJM/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4ilBIDpmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GEzmGX26YJM/s320/Picture+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291204631559644770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bring me BACK THERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4c42c5JJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hd1JI8ruwH8/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4c42c5JJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hd1JI8ruwH8/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291198375221863570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...its hard not to love the service when they greet you with 'fruits and flowers ma'am' when you enter the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4b7dU6tvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sqVkfCmD-9I/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4b7dU6tvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sqVkfCmD-9I/s320/Picture+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291197320505505522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That little hut you see...its my future home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4bR_o6YbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2DriAYrEg_k/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4bR_o6YbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2DriAYrEg_k/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291196608161669554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wish life were all about the sun, sand, sea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-660808169369635470?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/660808169369635470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=660808169369635470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/660808169369635470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/660808169369635470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-bali-withdrawal-part-one.html' title='My Bali withdrawal (part one)'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SW4il7Xui1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/6u2PC4pKNdA/s72-c/Picture+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-6821926311792452270</id><published>2008-11-26T15:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:24:24.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Jitter Lizzie Lizzie</title><content type='html'>So i'm hanging up the laundry (yes yes, i'm friggin' Martha Stewart) and there appears out of nowhere this little lizard on the left hand side on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SSz91g5jZiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwOHeRCDaaM/s1600-h/a016-cartoon-lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SSz91g5jZiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwOHeRCDaaM/s320/a016-cartoon-lizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868359550232098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, i shriek, scream, faint and then run out of there screaming MOMMY!!! So my mom tells me its such a small baby lizard , its probably run away by now and wouldn't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake, are we supposed to expect the tiny freaks of nature to know the universal codes of lizardness. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! They don't learn that until you whack at them with a broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHACK WHACK WHACK. Hear me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6821926311792452270?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/6821926311792452270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=6821926311792452270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6821926311792452270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6821926311792452270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/11/jitter-lizzie-lizzie.html' title='Jitter Lizzie Lizzie'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SSz91g5jZiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwOHeRCDaaM/s72-c/a016-cartoon-lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-7317984233051163735</id><published>2008-10-17T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:25:02.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Battle</title><content type='html'>Its time to gear up. Wear your bulletproof jackets, slip a knife in your socks, stuff a AK-47 in your underwear. This impending war isn't a joke...and those old Brit ladies are not to be underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm getting increasingly nervous with the lack of time. I've started pacing, awaiting the birth of my brain cells. Let's just say there's a hold-up in the delivery room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people. HELLO! I'm awaiting your good luck messages...the only ones i've received so far was the pleasurable rap that the lizard in my room did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SPhCgQPzfhI/AAAAAAAAALc/ed_R5u3wsZY/s1600-h/53606aee-59bc-4c82-a49e-7149432b769dMediumRes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SPhCgQPzfhI/AAAAAAAAALc/ed_R5u3wsZY/s320/53606aee-59bc-4c82-a49e-7149432b769dMediumRes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258025686839557650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;btw, is this HOT or what...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-7317984233051163735?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/7317984233051163735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=7317984233051163735' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7317984233051163735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7317984233051163735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/10/battle.html' title='Battle'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SPhCgQPzfhI/AAAAAAAAALc/ed_R5u3wsZY/s72-c/53606aee-59bc-4c82-a49e-7149432b769dMediumRes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-7367950799340871603</id><published>2008-09-10T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:18:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Words Overdose</title><content type='html'>Made a guilty impulsive purchase of this coffee mug at Takashimaya on Sunday. It just looked so pretty that it was kind of hard to resist...Hmmm...ok, i'm out of things to say. Oh yes, the LHC test in 2 hours...and did you know that Nostradamus predicted the 'end of the world' (or something like that) with the next three days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what this means people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop your books, get out of your office...run to the people you love and tell them how much you love them. Make a gazillion purchases on your credit card and enjoy every last minute : ) Do all the wild crazy things that HOC promotes ;p Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, if the world doesn't really end...well, too bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know your lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-7367950799340871603?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/7367950799340871603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=7367950799340871603' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7367950799340871603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7367950799340871603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/09/wise-words-overdose.html' title='Wise Words Overdose'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2571160419132802990</id><published>2008-08-08T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:02:44.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.8.8</title><content type='html'>Yes, its finally here...the day a lot of luck-scavengers have been waiting for , the very special and ultra-happening, 8-8-8. Along with the commencement of the Olympics , the Straits Times have also decided to revamp their look, which i can't say i'm too crazy about because it's hardly interesting and i should know, i read the paper word for word. (Except for the Anwar sodomy case, which is really getting boring now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, about those born on the 6th of June, 2oo6. 6-6-6; poor kids...of Satan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SJvFGhdZabI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e7x7B8qVJYA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SJvFGhdZabI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e7x7B8qVJYA/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231992107972520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic fever seems to have taken over the local media but i don't see anyone being in the least bit bothered about any of the events. Think patriotism is taking a major dip with hardly anyone putting up flags for National day. Hope people at least show some spirit if a miracle occurs and Singapore gets an Olympic medal (yes, we'll do a tribal dance even for a bronze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, this country hardly needs a medal to prove itself, the safety and first-world island living is proof itself . (Except for the outrageous minimum 21 years driving limit law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pussycat dolls, Alicia Keys, Simple Plan, Avril Lavgine and Kanye West have all performed/are performing here....and all i get to watch is 'the nikki show'. And i find it quite crappy, honestly.&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/31791006-2571160419132802990?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2571160419132802990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2571160419132802990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2571160419132802990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2571160419132802990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/08/888.html' title='8.8.8'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SJvFGhdZabI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e7x7B8qVJYA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-6566720798598029777</id><published>2008-08-07T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:49:04.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my VERY interesting life</title><content type='html'>I've just successfully ( a lot of pain included) pulled out a shard of glass from my foot...please don't ask HOW it got there. With the expertise that i demonstrated while pulling it out, i'm really regretting not having considered a career in medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to some general applause, i managed to make a dozen melt-in-the-mouth orange muffins...hope all of you are now twitching with jealousy ;p  Sadly, my family 'obliterated' all of them. Baking is very therapeutic...hmm,  le cordon bleu anyone? Think i should get myself a chef's hat. (And a little dog that will eat anything that doesn't come out right...wait, no, i like dogs...a cat! Oh crap, i'll probably get sued for violation of animal rights)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6566720798598029777?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/6566720798598029777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=6566720798598029777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6566720798598029777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6566720798598029777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-very-interesting-life.html' title='my VERY interesting life'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-4984680044658488882</id><published>2008-08-06T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:09:35.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh them Crocs...</title><content type='html'>The city's been abuzz with excitement that (unfortunately) accompanied the sightings of a crocodile in Paris Ris park.  I understand that we city dwellers are supremely underprivileged in the nature department but there's no need to get so excited over a silly croc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SJlOErQO0OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ByvzoueBzqE/s1600-h/180px-NileCrocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SJlOErQO0OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ByvzoueBzqE/s320/180px-NileCrocodile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231298284404789474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Selamat is so over....let's take down his (horrific) pictures and put up wanted posters of the crocodile instead, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, if i had the technical expertise, i would create a spoof of such a poster and put it here for some laughs. However, as i have displayed with every entry on my blog, i have no skill in any department except for that of crapology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4984680044658488882?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4984680044658488882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4984680044658488882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4984680044658488882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4984680044658488882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-them-crocs.html' title='Oh them Crocs...'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SJlOErQO0OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ByvzoueBzqE/s72-c/180px-NileCrocodile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-5219624549536268892</id><published>2008-07-31T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:34:08.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>HE- SHE CONVERSATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE: And so you're getting paid to sms your friends at work?&lt;br /&gt;HE: Yes, very true, we call that client service&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Hehe, and i'm a client? What services exactly am i entitled to?&lt;br /&gt;HE:All services a guy can provide a girl&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Hmm...really? I'm a LITTLE concerned about the quality services..&lt;br /&gt;HE: Don't worry ma'am, its A1 quality.&lt;br /&gt;SHE: So what exactly is the nature of these services and when can i expect to receive them? ;p&lt;br /&gt;HE: For details, you may come over ma'am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-5219624549536268892?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/5219624549536268892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=5219624549536268892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5219624549536268892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5219624549536268892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-2037230088259086447</id><published>2008-07-30T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:54:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>customs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span serif="" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest beside her, "Father, may I ask a favor?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Acer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span serif="" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Of course child. What may I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my Mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SI9ZQrOxDqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OOoJlynyRvY/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SI9ZQrOxDqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OOoJlynyRvY/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228495835417874082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span serif="" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With your honest face, Father, no one will question you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official thought this answer strange, so asked, "And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roaring with laughter, the official said, "Go ahead, Father.  Next!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2037230088259086447?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2037230088259086447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2037230088259086447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2037230088259086447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2037230088259086447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/07/customs.html' title='customs'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://bp0.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SI9ZQrOxDqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OOoJlynyRvY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-3320738762320151555</id><published>2008-07-30T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:39:53.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E. - living in foolish escapism</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, there's this nagging thought that pops into your mind sometimes and you shove it back by reminding yourself that you've got more important things to do. Weeks pass....that thought is triggered off again by some form of nasty evidence. This time you go into a serious reflection mode...pondering; whether you're missing out on something great, whether that is the life you should be trying to get instead. Wondering why you don't, what you lack, what you missed...hypothetical questions. They kill a young mind, shifting priority from what should be more vital to you. Wondering again....is what they're doing what all this is really about? Is this life? Or am i just too different from them? Then  why in the name of all that is holy are there so many of them around? What is the true essence of life that most pretend to enjoy? Where have i fallen short in qualifying for that bliss? Who am i, really? Crap, that was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could see that [insert nasty piece of work's name] again, i'd love to tell her that i'm not going down without a fight. Problem is, i was never really up. I'll have to pave my own way ... to what and with what i don't know. This company...this MNC, is that it? Is that the big picture...are those fake hair, fake eyes, fake skin and hell, fake smile...all the summation of reality. God may like his jokes but he cannot be so crude...please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147am. I'm boxed in, can't move. Why is it getting so hard for me to break through this flimsy separation between me and air....me and enlightenment, me and reality......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3320738762320151555?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/3320738762320151555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=3320738762320151555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3320738762320151555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3320738762320151555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-living-in-foolish-escapism.html' title='L.I.F.E. - living in foolish escapism'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-6859130274761959310</id><published>2008-07-25T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:43:10.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the greatest feeling</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for the longest time not because i was so terribly busy saving the planet or anything but mostly because my laptop is so ruined i now have to switch it on with a chop stick. I am NOT kidding. Hehe...the on button exists no more; it broke and went inside (literally) the laptop. Ah well...i screamed for a while but then decided it would be less painful to blame fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched Hancock; didn't really fulfill my expectations...wasn't funny enough and for some weird reason, i didn't think Charlize Theron really suited the role. The one guy i really liked was the little kid. : ) But still, Will Smith is....hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll update once again when i'm done with the pie. Forgot to put the cursed mushrooms in there. Its really not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6859130274761959310?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/6859130274761959310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=6859130274761959310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6859130274761959310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6859130274761959310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-greatest-feeling.html' title='This is the greatest feeling'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-4774572395465124026</id><published>2008-07-05T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:02:40.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9dAojJnAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wUPtJKgrE8s/s1600-h/cautop398sig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9dAojJnAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wUPtJKgrE8s/s320/cautop398sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219492758611926018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have driven me mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Maybe' by Jay Sean that keeps playing every few minutes on the radio (the radio jockeys obviously haven't received my telepathic messages to play 'Ride It' instead)&lt;br /&gt;2. The emotional ending part of 'Don't Mess With Zohan'.&lt;br /&gt;3. Two lizards having this rendezvous in the lobby wall (and i thought they didn't need to mate to have babies...seriously, are they deprived or WHAT?!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Smelly people on the MRT&lt;br /&gt;5. People staring at each other for no reason on the MRT&lt;br /&gt;6.  The construction workers on weekends on the MRT (i'm not being mean, they STARE!)&lt;br /&gt;7. The noise the MRT generates,...dear government, can we please have high-tech trains...since we're all for first-world living? (minus the crime, pollution and xenophobia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....i was blabbering, sorry. Can't help it, i talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE-SHE CONVERSATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Oh please, i know for a fact you wouldn't choose a morning slot if your life depended on it. You only wake up when you hear something more than a 100 decibals loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Wow...you're getting really smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE: What can i say? You rubbed off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: I love it when you talk dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE: ***throws jimmy choos (virtually)&lt;br /&gt;Ok,...i have a major crush on this guy. He's so cute.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9hPhiXmfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6JZeb7Thyxk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9hPhiXmfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6JZeb7Thyxk/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219497412474149362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plus, his debut movie completely overshadowed the over hyped Love Story 2050....which had this guy..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9iBh9KpcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B97fkPEqoDM/s1600-h/2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9iBh9KpcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B97fkPEqoDM/s320/2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219498271580005826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is such a Hrithik Roshan wannabe. SOME people need to get their own aura, own persona....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4774572395465124026?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4774572395465124026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4774572395465124026' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4774572395465124026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4774572395465124026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-lord.html' title='Me lord...'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://bp0.blogger.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SG9dAojJnAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wUPtJKgrE8s/s72-c/cautop398sig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-6484153703983097591</id><published>2008-06-18T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:25:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT STUFF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SFgPKsEgzaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4FMPJtDQ1DU/s1600-h/movie_0441773_fd6a593ffb3725aeb97ad2c7f122af6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SFgPKsEgzaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4FMPJtDQ1DU/s320/movie_0441773_fd6a593ffb3725aeb97ad2c7f122af6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212933244984544674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new hot-n-happening boyfriend. Teehee....I LOVE this movie...for anyone who hasn't watched it yet, you're culturally depriving yourself so hurry up and catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love -nikki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6484153703983097591?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/6484153703983097591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=6484153703983097591' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6484153703983097591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6484153703983097591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-stuff.html' title='HOT STUFF!!!'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/SFgPKsEgzaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4FMPJtDQ1DU/s72-c/movie_0441773_fd6a593ffb3725aeb97ad2c7f122af6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-1420681632045699342</id><published>2008-06-06T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:03:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O'rite</title><content type='html'>Alright...so everyone guessed right. I didn't have the heart, guts or morales to do everything that i was threatening previously. (my sister did everything though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've followed my mom's characteristics and done quite the opposite....tried to kill them with sweetness (which sadly does not involve stuff sugar down their throats). I've been so supremely nice to them, it shocks me...and then my uncle told my parents (behind my back) that i'm a lovely and very sweet girl. AHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! Mahatma Gandhi would be very proud of me...that's all i've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write a book soon ; How to deal with immature people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ONE: Reason with them&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO: Send them for electric shock therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teehee. i like being this happy. but can i be honest ? i'm a tad jealous...shhh..&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/31791006-1420681632045699342?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1420681632045699342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1420681632045699342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1420681632045699342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1420681632045699342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/06/orite.html' title='O&apos;rite'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-3968461639142248420</id><published>2008-06-03T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:54:49.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors from Hell</title><content type='html'>The irritatingly yellow sun shined even brighter today. Because the curse of the school holidays, little pests (not really ;p ) have overrun all the places in the country and there's basically no quiet anymore. You'd think the GSS mollified me a little but no...it just depressed me further. But the ever looming structure of Tampines One is making my hands so itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...now to nastier business. You guys probably know that i've been stressing and fuming about the impending arrival of my relatives from hell. Approximately in about 16 hours. Wish i could dwell on the details on why , how , when i began hating them but let's just say that i have this innate desire to bring them to the Singapore Zoo, and then lock them in the cages. Not to mention the fact that they'll be occupying my room and the oldest daughter is the sort that basically does not care about the privacy of anyone else but herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a very neat person but i'm having to take extra measures to hide and lock anything and everything incriminating. Hehe...so here you are, thinking i'm so affected by them and blah-blah. This is going to be war!!! *** does tribal war dance . I've put pictures of everyone on my maternal side of the family (whom i love dearly), i've also put some disgusting almond essence in the hand wash. May seem trivial and i know most of you can come up with something much better but that's all the guts i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...such a happy person aren't i? What do most people do after exams?&lt;br /&gt;Drink, party, drink, party, get laid, get hangovers. (Not necessarily in that order)&lt;br /&gt;There's this person who goes to one party and then after that spends his time helping out his grandmother (because he says he doesn't want to regret not spending time with her when she isn't around) , running errands to help out with this legal trouble (because his parents are taking the easy way out of a fix), working as an intern (because he wants to have an edge , career-wise) , AND STUDYING( because he's a nerd).&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think he deserves to win a billion dollar lottery?   Or at the very least a Nobel Prize for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i tell you they had a spraying-the-drains thing going on near my house and there were dozens of DEAD cockroaches sprawled across the lobby when i went down in the morning. What's worse is some of them had their head in a completely different location from the rest of their body. What kind of sick insecticide does that? Maybe it was the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love- nikki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3968461639142248420?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/3968461639142248420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=3968461639142248420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3968461639142248420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3968461639142248420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/06/visitors-from-hell.html' title='Visitors from Hell'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-7773330802165190653</id><published>2008-05-22T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:51:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee makes me a happy person</title><content type='html'>But i'm not getting any...coffee, i mean. I wanted a major dose of chick lit to ...you know, to get that shot of 'happy feeling'. The Ex Files - Jane Moore, LOVE IT! Its so horribly girly and not-so-enthralling but it gives this sort of insight on people and how even though us girls are always in search for 'the perfect guy' ...we don't realize that he doesn't have to be perfect, just perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...ok...i'm feeling a little bit loopy. I should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-7773330802165190653?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/7773330802165190653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=7773330802165190653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7773330802165190653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7773330802165190653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/05/coffee-makes-me-happy-person.html' title='Coffee makes me a happy person'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-3418278289117720758</id><published>2008-05-21T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:24:28.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a state of eternal bored-ness</title><content type='html'>I think this is the 23rd questionnaire i'm doing today : ) how fun&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you do if you woke up with the worst hangover in a stranger's apartment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask him/her to get me coffee...DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe....just kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangover and me...that's as likely as William Hung getting a Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: You're at a hip 'be-seen-at' party and realize you're wearing mismatched shoes. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go barefoot and pretend to be drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe...still kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take an exit from the back door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:What do you do when a guy/girl you once dumped or rejected turns out a celebrity or ultra-successful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear about why he's getting it all and i'm not and i pray that some gold-digger makes him a bankrupt loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe...just kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy for him and get back to my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What do you do when you best friend decides he/she wants more than just friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out and get a gay friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no and pretend it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What do you do if your teacher hits on you at an after-school help session?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Record his indiscretion on tape --&gt; send it to his wife, the school advisory and most importantly, youtube&lt;br /&gt;(2) Blackmail him and get straight As&lt;br /&gt;(3) Stab repeatedly with butcher's knife, run him over with cement carrying truck, dump him in a swamp to leave to decompose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe...i'm&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt; kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3418278289117720758?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/3418278289117720758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=3418278289117720758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3418278289117720758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3418278289117720758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-state-of-eternal-bored-ness.html' title='In a state of eternal bored-ness'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-4083996919904796038</id><published>2008-05-17T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:09:42.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light up the sky</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm feeling...SO BRILLIANT! I swear...i think someone must have released laughing gas somewhere or something but there's this eternal stupid grin on my face. You know the kind where you were caught in a horrible storm and suddenly, the sky clears and the brightest sun comes out? I sort of feel like that. Very very sunny.  : ) Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some books that we buy on an impulse and then realize, after a few pages, that it was a waste of money. Then after some time, we are so desperate for something to read that we attempt reading that waste of money again. And then....you find that its an amazingly good book. The Book Thief - Mark Zarkus . MUST READ. I know its more on the literature side and its a bit irritating how the author sometimes TELLS you that the person is going to die before he actually does but ...it made me cry. I know you shouldn't like things that make you cry...but its so heart-wrenching. Oh, and did i mention its written from the viewpoint of 'Death' ? (or soul collector...whatever you understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite pink pencil broke so i bought this white and green pencil and the bloody thing just keeps breaking my lead everytime i click it. This is getting extremely irritating. Next stop...consumer court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4083996919904796038?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4083996919904796038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4083996919904796038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4083996919904796038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4083996919904796038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/05/light-up-sky.html' title='Light up the sky'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-1760577369191448961</id><published>2008-05-13T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:14:18.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayon Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SChsOxYFdfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2OeowTuqLMk/s1600-h/CRAYON+BUTTERFLY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SChsOxYFdfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2OeowTuqLMk/s320/CRAYON+BUTTERFLY.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199524770827564530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can i say...my art isn't very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1760577369191448961?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1760577369191448961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1760577369191448961' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1760577369191448961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1760577369191448961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/05/crayon-butterflies.html' title='Crayon Butterflies'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/SChsOxYFdfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2OeowTuqLMk/s72-c/CRAYON+BUTTERFLY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-5367624803369066196</id><published>2008-05-08T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:49:10.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely staying afloat</title><content type='html'>Couldn't fight off the temptation to pen my 'intellectual' thoughts so here i am, typing furiously in the middle of the night, hoping no one will be unfortunately roused by my selfish act. Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Errr. Uhhh. Umm...ok, on second thoughts, i've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Much love to all. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your personal lie recipient. your punching bag. your sideshow. i've been there, done that.&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/31791006-5367624803369066196?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/5367624803369066196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=5367624803369066196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5367624803369066196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5367624803369066196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/05/barely-staying-afloat.html' title='Barely staying afloat'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-1136392678068201983</id><published>2008-05-01T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:43:21.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing safe</title><content type='html'>So i finally went for my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; long overdue trip &lt;/span&gt;to the salon yesterday (not to mention, spent 3 hours there). So there was like this collage type of this mess of postcards but one particularly engaging one caught my eye. It said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't teach your pets to play safe......so sterilize them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't have been funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if they didn't have a picture of a cat reaching up for a blown-up condom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know i haven't written anything about my trip to Delhi but there's SO MUCH to write, i don't know where to start. Flight there was good, except , as usual, they never have good food on a plane. NEVER. Even the ice cream was the nutty kind. The kind that i want to barf out before i even consume. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Can't they tell i'm not a nutty person!!&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. Anyways, i was in my bronze heels with a cream top and bronze chandelier earrings and i realized everyone around me was wearing track pants. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;I was going for a wedding, they were going to look at the Taj Mahal or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat hit me when i stepped out of the airport. At night. Seriously, you have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/span&gt; how i bore the heat in that mere one week. So obviously when we got there, everyone was gushing and hugging. I couldn't believe i was there for a wedding, getting to be behind the scenes of all the planning (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;its a mad show, i swear...that's why i'd be a perfect for a wedding planner ;p&lt;/span&gt;) . So that was it, in the heat of the summer....ends my first night in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beloved Delhi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dreams full of dance, color and ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;......shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1136392678068201983?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1136392678068201983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1136392678068201983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1136392678068201983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1136392678068201983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/05/playing-safe.html' title='Playing safe'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-2862443442838316946</id><published>2008-04-22T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:24:35.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Sentiments</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I'm down with a fever, stomach infection, and am completely dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why i'm at home. I should be in a hospital on a drip or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to take 13 tablets a day. Crap, i smell like a mobile dispensary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when i'm no longer on my deathbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2862443442838316946?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2862443442838316946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2862443442838316946' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2862443442838316946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2862443442838316946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/04/sickly-sentiments.html' title='Sickly Sentiments'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-5211567269216440029</id><published>2008-04-08T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:23:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-caff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mind is about to blow itself out. You know how you find something so darned hard and are sure you just can't do it and you try it again , for the last time, and realise...taaadaa! You CAN do it. I'm starting to get a lot more things now, which sort of makes me understand HOW switched off i must have been previously. It must've been like trying to get a dead bug to do the hula dance. Patel's still chatting with me even though he's got a economics paper tomorrow. He says its worth it if he gets to 'suck my brains'. What a retard...like i have any worthwhile information to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Delhi in about 90 hours! YES! YES! Its the only thing i have to look forward to right now, so i don't ever want it to end (have i mentioned this before?). Mamu asked me to compile a bunch of songs for the pre-wedding parties. Mainly bhangra...i think i'll slip in a rock song or two. Its not like he's going to realise that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OMG. Krazzy 4, the entire album has only ONE song worth listening. The rest is torture to the ears. Whatever happened to Hrithik's great uncle?! I think he's only good for composing music for alien-related movies. But the promo dance is....amazing. It could have been better but oh god, he moves like fluid. Sigh...won't we all like to drink him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;5 reasons to NOT do chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Its got these circle thingys EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. You'll always have a fear you're writing the equation for a possible EXPLOSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. The books are always so damn thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. The names of the authors are always so weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. Its chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know what's sad, i've got NO CHOICE. So, let's march ahead : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psst...Yiqz Fatz...when are we meeting? After HOC CEO is done doing her humpy-rompy business.&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/31791006-5211567269216440029?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/5211567269216440029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=5211567269216440029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5211567269216440029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5211567269216440029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/04/de-caff.html' title='De-caff'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-3834874145946891121</id><published>2008-04-01T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:49:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My itchy throat</title><content type='html'>April Fools' Day was a waste. Fatz didn't even get the bloody joke! She was like oh, that's a good combi, you want my books. Yiqi's reaction was still a little more satisfying. Muahaha. CRAP. I look at the molecules and all i see is circles with words in them. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make. I actually like doing economics. HEHE.  He misses me? I'm waiting for him to say Happy April Fools day. Its not nice to tell me he misses me when he should be telling her that. Anyway, i didn't like the SA first innings. I didn't realise it'll be a tie if they didn't finish. In all fairness, if they didn't have that rule, we win : )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've either taken one too many panadol or someone's been spraying vodka perfume, but i feel really really high. Shit...the battery of the laptop is running out. I AM NOT GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT. I MUST NOT. I WILL NOT. NO MATTER HOW MANY COFFEE  CUPS IT TAKES! Sigh...don't mind me, i'm just trying to change my body clock. Its turning out to be harder than trying to not hate Bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3834874145946891121?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/3834874145946891121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=3834874145946891121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3834874145946891121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3834874145946891121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-itchy-throat.html' title='My itchy throat'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-1865605936785136973</id><published>2008-03-28T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:34:15.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail the comeback-ers</title><content type='html'>South Africa - 540/10.  India - 468/1 .  Sehwag - 309, not out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of anything like this?! 309 runs by ONE guy? Guy would be an insult...ball-flinging-over-the-boundary machine is much better. I just don't get it. This has to be a record because its ridiculous. 300 odd partnerships are great but this has become a one-man show! No prizes for guessing who's going to win man of the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...i suddenly have nothing to talk about. Hmmm...thinking thinking thinking. Well,my throat is killing me. I'm in love with yahoo messenger because i get to dress up my avator while talking to boring people. Oh yes, that book i was rambling about previously. Falls the Shadow by William Lashner. MUST-READ. Ok, so its not like the plot is so die for. But i guarantee you'll be laughing A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i don't think about it much, i wish i could turn back time. I need a break; i need a refresher and i need a breather. I need to know everything is going to be alright. I need hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, got a little emotional. A bird flew in and took a bit of watermelon shell today. I found that extremely stupid. You can't eat a watermelon shell! Sigh...i still have to try and find out whether it'll eat broccoli. (the bird i mean) I don't understand why Russel Peters retired...why why why!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't he realise he was doing a public service to us, the pathetic idiots always in need of a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, break's over . I've got to get back and face reality, which includes a couple of brain-juicing queries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1865605936785136973?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1865605936785136973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1865605936785136973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1865605936785136973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1865605936785136973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-hail-comeback-ers.html' title='All hail the comeback-ers'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-2403115102476211477</id><published>2008-03-27T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:49:59.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever invented afternoons?</title><content type='html'>I am sleepy, i am tired, and my brain is eternally malfunctioning. All the grand effects of the blazing Sun and lack of wind. And to think, we were complaining about the ridiculous rainy week previously. Oh dear dark clouds, please come back...i can't stand all this light. Haha, ok that did not come out right...i don't want you to think i'm some sort of blood-sucking vampire. Then again...muahaha...maybe i am. Though i'm pretty selective so not many people qualify as victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...from the weather, i got to vampires, within 2 lines. I have LOST it. I'm reading this brilliant book (because its insanely witty and funny; murder mystery though....go figure) but i forgot the title. Sigh..since i'm too lazy to go to the room and see the cover, i'll post the title next time. My legs refuse to move for anything of such trivial nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i found out?! Some genius asses have been taking random stuff from off my blog and passing it off as their assignments. I don't even know for what! Maybe a case study on the workings of a deranged lunatic. Hmm...i should consider writing a book, i think i'd give JK Rowling a run for her money. Or maybe it'll be easier if i rob her bank account and make a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i were in kindergarten. My memory is failing me but i'm pretty sure they have afternoon naps there. ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZzzzz. The phone is ringing and ringing and ringing and i'm NOT going to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD...as of tomorrow, it'll be officially 2 weeks to my flight. I've made a promise to myself to enjoy every single second in Delhi because i won't be going this Dec. No point going thrice within a year. I'm trying to convince my parents to go to Aruba instead....if only i could figure out where it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take my leave before i induce sleepiness in you with my lackluster words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2403115102476211477?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2403115102476211477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2403115102476211477' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2403115102476211477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2403115102476211477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/03/whoever-invented-afternoons.html' title='Whoever invented afternoons?'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-5001178572755965847</id><published>2008-03-21T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:41:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy wuzzies</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with literally no sleep and too many nightmares. At least he was right about the circus part...i had no idea it was still existing as a disjoint entity. My brain is kind of fuzzed up, i think there was too much brandy in the milk last night but i think i may have.....Well, its alright, isn't it? The words were so clear, in black and white, that it was my fault and no one else's . Well...of course there's Vinz the bitch but then again, she's not really a part of my life anymore so you can't blame me for that. Well, Vantage Point left me utterly disappointed, how could they possible think its halfway believable. The TRL has officially run out of good books to read or maybe i've just finished all the books (yeah right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty low profile on the blogging circuit lately because its kind of stupid to be writing in your diary, and then repeating it on your blog. And i lost my previous diary! Its got like 300 odd pages....she claims she still cannot find it. Maybe i shouldn't worry so much, the maid probably threw it thinking its a piece of trash, which i guess it was. Back to Delhi in April, i'm so excited about the mad shopping but the idea of being in 40 degrees is kind of getting to me. Oh well...we can just eat those fun ice lolly things on the streets and pray we don't get food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 'Never Say Never' by Melissa Hill. I was horrified to find that her language was about as flowery as a secondary school student. Maybe i should turn a writer, if she's a 'best selling author'. I was a little impressed by the twist but there was no harsh truths of life in there. Just a box of stale chocolates you'd want to throw away. Should seriously stop blogging and go back to that pile of work on my desk but my fingers are on a roll today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting anything and anyone unpleasant out of my life, that has included two of my best friends and a couple of 'acquaintances'. I realized there was no point in keeping the pretense to be nice to these people when i was praying inside that they would just leave me alone. I want to go on the Singapore Flyer in June but apparently, the rest of the country is having the same thoughts so they're probably going to increase the price. Gosh, i'm so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radha told me her friend thinks i'm pretty. Its so much more genuine when a girl who doesn't you know you says you're pretty. So...well, yipeee : ) Hehe, so the chindian and qash got back in to the godforsaken green slacker loser school. Ok ok, i'm just being a bad sport but i wish there weren't so many people. And yes, my timetable is going insane, though  i don't really follow it much. I keep telling the people around me that today is the first day of the rest of your life. I guess it has new meaning to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how or why this happened (yes, sometimes i cannot be blamed for my actions) but i'm going to make this work, at least from my side. The rest...forget it. Yesterday, my room was in such a mess (ok, my idea of a mess differs from most people's ...but still!) , i couldn't believe it. I think i'm losing it so i started cleaning and dusting and polishing(wood) and steaming (curtains). And now it seems all spring fresh and i lit a candle (yes, its the morning but i closed the curtains so its so cosy) mainly because i now have too many block candles to count (those huge ones) from IKEA, because they were having a sale. I think i don't have to buy any more candles for at least the next year. Or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Eye. Not that scary but since i watched it alone in the dead of the night, i was more freaked out by the lizards scurrying around me that the ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Solstice. A bit hard to get, good twist ....but mostly , not too graphic and not a heart-stopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause it was a battle and this is your final last call. It was a trial you, you made a mistake, we know. But why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why? This can be better,  you used to be happy...try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love that song! There are a couple stuck in my head these days. No Air - Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown. Used To -Daughtry. What about Now - Daughtry.    Haven't been catching up on American Idol much now, its become so...passe. I had NO idea we could watch Sony and Star Plus on the internet but they're streaming from US so the timings and content seem to be way off. But still...anyway, in old news, India thrashed Australia's butt in the last ODI. I gripped the remote so tight it might have choked to death .... with all the racist allegations and Aus taunting us, it was such a fitting end. Thank you God (and Sachin) for the fairytale ending....they're rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is getting really boring these days, staying in touch with people is fun and all but those applications are so upsetting. I wonder if anyone is using Joost these days..or if they ever did? Wow...i am really random. I'd like to continue typing and make this post the longest blogger has ever seen but i should really be getting back to my desk. Too many things on the to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~The best things come out of hasty decisions. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-5001178572755965847?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5001178572755965847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5001178572755965847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuzzy-wuzzies.html' title='fuzzy wuzzies'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-1383251927836740695</id><published>2008-03-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:05:22.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzle my arse</title><content type='html'>You know that sizzler sound? When something hits a hot pan and ...then it goes tszzz. Its not funny to try that when people walk by you. Especially when girls who think guys are bastards walk by you.  OMG, i am so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time anyone ever makes that sizzler sound for you, walk up to him and look down ( you know where) ...then look at him and say...you want me to fry that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you'll have to pay me copyright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those ...ugh. Still upset. Bloody hell. Need retail therapy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1383251927836740695?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1383251927836740695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1383251927836740695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/03/sizzle-my-arse.html' title='Sizzle my arse'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-316188125225704973</id><published>2008-02-26T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:29:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, i am in fact , ALIVE</title><content type='html'>My blogging activity has been pretty non-existent for the last couple of days. Not because my life has become that boring (though i wish it was), but because the only thing i can think of worth writing about is the fear of impending doom. And i wouldn't want to reflect any of the ridiculous thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends asked " But Nikki, what if there's a miracle and you pass?" It was then i told her, even a miracle couldn't change my fate. Maybe magic? Oh, where is Harry Potter when you need him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's orange outside...going to rain? I hope so. It might make this night a little more cosy. So anyways, what do you think of this line - She thinks i got over her. It'll be like trying to get over your own soul.- Below your heart goes all cheesy-melty, get a brain. (or a heart of stone..though i've heard they aren't easy to purchase on e-bay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk about that THING. Honestly, do i really think getting IT out of my life is going to be so easy? What do i do? Stop replying to smses, stop answering IT's calls, change my name and number and relocate to Saudi Arabia?! Perhaps its worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Juno. Its so sweet...the baby totally creeped me out though. Are they supposed to be that blue? Oh God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-316188125225704973?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/316188125225704973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/316188125225704973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-i-am-in-fact-alive.html' title='Yes, i am in fact , ALIVE'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-995665320514854812</id><published>2008-02-10T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:59:09.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it like this</title><content type='html'>Hehe...you make me laugh so much. It alleviates all the fear, the unhappiness, the sadness...everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are my solace. How did that happen. I've gotten addicted to reading...let me escape this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-995665320514854812?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/995665320514854812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/995665320514854812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-like-it-like-this.html' title='I like it like this'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-547475177977947635</id><published>2008-01-29T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:51:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***weird***</title><content type='html'>I feel this sort of empty hollow feeling. Like there's something missing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you did that. Words, they're so fancy. You stole his words, you get his luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-547475177977947635?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/547475177977947635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/547475177977947635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2008/01/weird.html' title='***weird***'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-7690151638502645351</id><published>2007-11-27T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:19:18.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little while more</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of hours left till i'm airborne. I cannot tell you HOW excited i am. I already told Vini she can unplug her computer when i'm there. And i'm planning on this HUGE surprise. (pst pst ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG....i'm really going ! I'm so happy i could burst from joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- since all the wrong people get all the bliss, i'm going to give you every happiness this month. i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-7690151638502645351?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7690151638502645351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7690151638502645351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-while-more.html' title='a little while more'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-5822113665956524052</id><published>2007-11-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:57:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping's a sport</title><content type='html'>So... on friday, after the darn paper ended, i rushed out of there straight to TM and changed and waited and waited (actually, no...i was buying Sho'down and 'The Book Thief' until then) and finally when she came toured the changing malls for a while and then went to Cafe Cartel. Nice place but the plates are a little TOO huge. I couldn't eat anything until tea-time the next day. But anyways...it was fine. Came home...came online...virtually screamed (in joy) at a few people, went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up next morning, clean hall, empty dishwasher, take down drying clothes.  Get ready to go shopping. OK...went to Plaza Sing first but it turned out to be a rich people place. When i was in the total indian-bargain mode. So went to Bugis Street but i fell in love with Bugis Junction, its like a greenhouse! Bought 7 watches, 3 t shirts. 2 scarves, 4 earthen type earrings and this badge which said ' 4 out of 3 people don't understand fractions'. That's just for me...the list is endless. And i saw this woolen-ish stripped jacket that i am IN LOVE with and i'm going to get no matter what! I wonder if the tampines outlet has one.  Anyways , we stopped at Starbucks for coffee later and i ended up getting a frapp even though my throat is ...ringing. By the time i got home, feet killed, back killed, everything killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie this morning. Reached mall at 850am, turns out they don't have early shows on Sundays so had to wait till 1030am, went to McCafe for cappuccino (yes...its always coffee, i need change!) Guess what we watched?! ENCHANTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/R0mZST-nBhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s20TJLiiCPE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/R0mZST-nBhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s20TJLiiCPE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136805389872334354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;   Enchanted, Disney Pictures. I'll give it 0.5 stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The only time you laughed was when you were laughing at the script instead of with it. True love's kiss. OH PUH-LEASE! Get real. The villain was the most unconvincing to come out of the Disney creations...the only cute thing thing is the chipmunk. A great possible idea flunking to a horrible direction and scripting. The only thing really impressive was the female lead...to act like an animated character in real life (all that chirpyness) is wow...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE! believe me...if you're spending even one buck renting the DVD, DON'T! Just wait for it to show on Disney Channel, which i believe will be very soon since no one is watching it in the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, i just came back from the muthusamy wedding just now. Felt totally lost and that music they play makes me really uncomfortable. I love my muthusamy friends but there is no way i'm marrying one....Chinatown night market was nearby....totally gorgeous! Wish i could have discovered it earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ eeks , i need to go to sleep, shopping tomorrow morning again! but i'll watch a little friends first. nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-5822113665956524052?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5822113665956524052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/5822113665956524052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/11/shoppings-sport.html' title='shopping&apos;s a sport'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/R0mZST-nBhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s20TJLiiCPE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-8701421504818385183</id><published>2007-11-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:22:40.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLOODY EXAM IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            A LEVELS ARE OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i don't feel liberated, i know i've failed myself. tomorrow is a new day, new life. love that you know me so well. love that you always know just what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~get over it&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/31791006-8701421504818385183?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8701421504818385183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8701421504818385183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-6156442420762225266</id><published>2007-11-22T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:22:21.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby love : )</title><content type='html'>You know that song by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nicole Scherzinger, Baby Love&lt;/span&gt;? I don't think she had a lot of confidence that it'll be a hit so she decided to aid it by making her video extra raunchy.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- we so in love lala la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I seem to be getting sicker by the minute so decided that it was time for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drastic action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just took 2 bio-c pills, this disgusting herbal brew and turned on the steamer. And because i'm so smart, i oiled my hair with almond oil (its sick but hey, i can't smell it) and decided to do a steam treatment and milk bath later. But i completely forgot something. I'm not supposed to wash my hair, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm burning up&lt;/span&gt;! Oh crap...i'm so going to die. I'm sick of taking tissues from the box...maybe i should just use a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;toilet roll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiffa called me Nithiya. It better have been a joke or i'm really going to kill her. She totally ruined my mood by telling me that he's here. (joke!) and that she wants to meet me tomorrow. Haha. If i ever did know that he was going to come, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll take a boat out to Pulua Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (as i have famously quoted before). 1 2 3 poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/dancing_text/show.swf?baseURL=http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/dancing_text/&amp;clickURL=http://www.pageplugins.com/&amp;flashLABEL=PagePlugins.com&amp;txt=milkshake&amp;backColor=255&amp;textColor=0&amp;backAlpha=44&amp;textAlpha=100&amp;effect1=0&amp;effect2=5&amp;start1=1&amp;start2=1" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="400" height="69" name="loader" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pageplugins.com/"&gt; world's full of pervs..tsk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched That 70's show - Prank Day just now. LOL, Red with a bucket of oatmeal dumped on him, it just made my day. Oh, did i tell you guys...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tomorrow is my last paper.&lt;/span&gt; Obviously, i'm looking forward to the end of this madness but i'm not going to feel any sort of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;joy or liberation&lt;/span&gt;. Because in order to feel them, you've got to study in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazeeya is in Australia now, can you imagine? While i sit for my computing paper, she's going to be in some penguin place. Is it too much to ask for my friends to show a little support and not have fun till i can &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burn my computing books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Haha...okies fine. Change of plans on Sat, piggy's sister fell sick so i'm probably dragging someone else along. It sucks having to buy gifts for cousins though...i don't know them that well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?! We're going to go trekking on mountain tops! I really hope it &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, well...its just to reach the temple at the top , but hey...still a mountain! You know..every time i do go touring in India, it seems to be another pilgrimage. I realize that it can't be helped...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no matter where you go, you're going to find a temple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wow..I've crapped too much, even for me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toodles, I'm on a mission to screw up my last paper too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31791006-6156442420762225266?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6156442420762225266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6156442420762225266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-love.html' title='baby love : )'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-4486528827035701253</id><published>2007-11-21T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:54:18.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;latest episode of Heroes was sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, it just made me cry. West is so awesome and the scene where the dad comes alive? That is kind of sick, the way his eye grows back. But so totally entertaining. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i love Tom Kring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;i suddenly fell sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but my temperature seems to get higher with every Panadol i take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look like shit, i sound like shit and i feel like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really weird, i want to get rid of this fever. I can't remember the last time i was sick (touch wood). &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh god, why now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;! See ..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.i'm not even stressed that its during my exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but hello, i better get well in 2 days&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; because i need to shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fri - Dinner date at Cafe Cartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sat - Shopping date at Bugis Street / Plaza Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sun - Movie date in the morning /Facial in the afternoon/ Wedding in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mon - Girls' Day Out with Yiqz and Fatz @ haven't-decided-yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tue - Mad packing / Flight&lt;br /&gt;~~BLISS~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-4486528827035701253?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4486528827035701253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4486528827035701253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-it.html' title='I like it : )'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-6869169418663126615</id><published>2007-06-20T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:18:39.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Nazeeya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE CHRONICLES OF NAZEEYA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the intellectual chemistry genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngA6KdcVDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fs7rT1rZJG0/s1600-h/Memoir0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngA6KdcVDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fs7rT1rZJG0/s320/Memoir0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809579100492850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               ummm...karate kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngAxadcVCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aFVCOm0zc2E/s1600-h/Memoir0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngAxadcVCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aFVCOm0zc2E/s320/Memoir0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809428776637474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                yo dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngApadcVBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qCxoIyzNbMY/s1600-h/Memoir0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngApadcVBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qCxoIyzNbMY/s320/Memoir0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809291337683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             ok...this is simply mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngAiqdcVAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_m6V7YqdqwI/s1600-h/Memoir0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngAiqdcVAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_m6V7YqdqwI/s320/Memoir0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809175373566978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              alas, her fascination with guys' pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngAZ6dcU_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/oboMCkTMKCA/s1600-h/Memoir0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngAZ6dcU_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/oboMCkTMKCA/s320/Memoir0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809025049711602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleehee...she's SOO going to kill me for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6869169418663126615?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6869169418663126615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6869169418663126615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/06/chronicles-of-nazeeya.html' title='The Chronicles of Nazeeya'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RngA6KdcVDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fs7rT1rZJG0/s72-c/Memoir0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-3412775950219554620</id><published>2007-06-06T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:12:44.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little note</title><content type='html'>On 7.7.07 or 7th July, the world will get its new seven wonders of the world. And, among the list of probables is India's own, Taj Mahal. The catch, however, is that the Taj needs nearly &lt;strong&gt;30 crore (a third of a billion) votes to make it to the list.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;In india, &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to vote for the Taj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SMS on 4567 or call landline number 1255545 to register your vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;For others,&lt;br /&gt;To do it online, log on to &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.new7wonders.com/index.php?id=409"&gt;http://www.new7wonders.com/index.php?id=409&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking you to go over the top like those guys below but just go and vote, alright? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RmYJmadcU-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MbAm2kP1K_w/s1600-h/c7c1d8fd-1bea-45f2-b9b7-4e167ebf7240MediumRes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RmYJmadcU-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MbAm2kP1K_w/s320/c7c1d8fd-1bea-45f2-b9b7-4e167ebf7240MediumRes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072752585821934562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-3412775950219554620?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3412775950219554620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3412775950219554620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-note.html' title='A little note'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/RmYJmadcU-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MbAm2kP1K_w/s72-c/c7c1d8fd-1bea-45f2-b9b7-4e167ebf7240MediumRes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-8517077525724439256</id><published>2007-06-05T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:36:53.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please save me</title><content type='html'>Omg. Computing is so darned boring. Shan Bin's gaming. Nazri (being the man of substance) is reading the news. Kamen just came (an hour late) and is probably going to start gaming. Clayder is not even here yet. The s20 guys are probably surfing porn. That, in short, is a summary of what's going on right now. Oh wait...i haven't told you about the genius teacher yet. He's walking around looking at people using MSN messenger and telling them how it might sometimes hang their computer rather than asking them to log off. And he isn't at all attempting to impart any of the 'abundances of knowledge' he has. Haha. Yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-8517077525724439256?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8517077525724439256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8517077525724439256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-save-me.html' title='Please save me'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-7794303638597411925</id><published>2007-04-28T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:25:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>I can't believe its been almost a month since i've written in here. Not that i've spent my time wisely or anything...but because of that whole blog ruckus that was going on, i decided to be low-profile (blog-wise) for a while. Anyways...nothing new. Oh yeah, got a B for PW. Honestly, it would have been nice to get an A but looking at how many people got C, i'm pretty happy with my B. And not to mention that whole uproar on unfair marking and stuff. I think the MOE needs to tell us exactly what the process is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has started on DnT. You know ...Design Specs...uggh! I hated that stuff and will forever consider it the utmost evil. I don't understand its relevance in today's industry. Come to think of it, it was originally introduced to guide Singapore into the manufacturing era but is that where we are going today? Perhaps the MOE also needs to consider adding in new subjects and scraping useless ones like DnT. Home econs, of course, is a life skill and anyone would be demented to scrap that. ;p&lt;br /&gt;So...today, DnT remains a subject in which weird people can get free As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared about computing. Honestly, i don't understand how my teacher got a job as a teacher. I could just read the textbook and yet, dissipate more information that him. Sometimes, i think he's got no clue about what he's saying. Oh god....please....need a miracle. Let him get a transfer to NJC . Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICCI WC finals today. I don't know whether i should stay up and watch the match till 4am. I hate australia because they've been reigning at the top too long. I hate Sri Lanka because they beat India. So basically, its not really fun to watch just for the sake of it. Especially when i hate this strong feeling Australia is going to win. Lets hope they tie...(even though that's impossible)...that'll be a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...i realised i can truly talk forever. So i guess i better stop before this entry becomes too long. My wisdom tooth is coming out (hope it brings the wisdom along) and honestly, its hurting like hell. I've been drinking soup all day since yesterday and i feel like a water bag. Now let's just hope i don't puke all over the new bag i just bought yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-7794303638597411925?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7794303638597411925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7794303638597411925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2407795061512525954</id><published>2007-03-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:51:14.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big muacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Spent the whole day shuttling from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NUS to NTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; because both brilliant universities have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much brain that they decide to have their open houses on the same day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my open house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grading&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;National University Of Singapore : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(4/5 stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of ushers/helpers around ...and there was a great carnival atmosphere. Not to mention the fact that they had booths that covered all aspects of university life...from hostels to ccas and obviously...to courses. Plus, great goodie bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nanyang Technological University: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(2/5 stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The only fact i seemed to like about the NTU open house was their shuttle service to and from clementi which made sure that they stole as much 'business' from NUS as possible. However, once you arrived there, you would realise it was a dead place. People weren't hyped at all and everything seemed very formal...as though you were going to some convention. Compared to the fun displays NUS put up, NTU was displaying chemicals and science experiments. I guess they wanted to attract a different sort of crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;But of course, i wasn't bored. Because i had me darling piggy with me and you know that we can talk all day. We went from bitching about the bastard to talking about female foeticide to corruption to how fast life was going. I really miss that nowadays. I thought JC would be full of intellectual and mature conversation but its the exact opposite. Maybe that's the reason for my mood swings....because i can't be me. I hope they don't change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Piggy Love -- muacks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RfOVuMLbk2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dbhim0stN8U/s1600-h/Memoir0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RfOVuMLbk2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dbhim0stN8U/s320/Memoir0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040537028733408098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         I swear that's the amount of cheese that girl puts on her pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RfOWScLbk3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/TetGt1ad8V4/s1600-h/photo14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RfOWScLbk3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/TetGt1ad8V4/s320/photo14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040537651503666034" 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/31791006-2407795061512525954?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2407795061512525954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2407795061512525954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-muacks.html' title='A big muacks!'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/RfOVuMLbk2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dbhim0stN8U/s72-c/Memoir0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2338290921222876830</id><published>2007-02-18T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:15:23.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its life</title><content type='html'>Shelter can mean so many different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RdgSBXoHZGI/AAAAAAAAADE/1TIkjOvB9R8/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032792398317970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RdgSBXoHZGI/AAAAAAAAADE/1TIkjOvB9R8/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Picture taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hindustantimes.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/31791006-2338290921222876830?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2338290921222876830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2338290921222876830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-life.html' title='Its life'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RdgSBXoHZGI/AAAAAAAAADE/1TIkjOvB9R8/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-7272500909823578557</id><published>2007-02-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:07:24.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RdLRGXoHZEI/AAAAAAAAACw/IPGr6KceAhI/s1600-h/vdaepost.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031313641077957698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RdLRGXoHZEI/AAAAAAAAACw/IPGr6KceAhI/s320/vdaepost.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31791006-7272500909823578557?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7272500909823578557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/7272500909823578557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V Day~'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/RdLRGXoHZEI/AAAAAAAAACw/IPGr6KceAhI/s72-c/vdaepost.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-8640475273414829361</id><published>2007-01-31T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:55:12.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here kitty kitty kitty</title><content type='html'>Today was a very...errm, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;animal-orientated day&lt;/span&gt;. First, as i was walking to the bus-stop today, there was this kitten &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(with a collar mind you..not a stray),&lt;/span&gt; who was literally screehing. As first, i thought it was just trying to cough up a fur ball or something but it kept on advancing towards me and it got me a little worried. Then, i thought i'd just walk past it. But guess what? The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;devil-in-disguise&lt;/span&gt; started chasing me. I'm not kidding..i ran to the bus stop and it chased me!!! It stopped only when it realised there were many people there. This is so going on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;list of my most embarassing/frightening experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well...lets look on the bright side...at least i don't have to get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kitty vaccinations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have SPE. But the vomit was almost about to spill over from my throat , so even although i wasn't supposed to do PE at all, i told the teacher i'd be walking. So me and my almost-same-name sista (;p) walked around the track. Near the rock climbing wall...we found a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;recently-killed lizard strewn across on the red track..under the blazing sun&lt;/span&gt;. IT WAS SOO DARNED DISGUSTING!!! Upon first glance, i had thought it was a leaf....but after we saw its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dislocated tail...&lt;/span&gt;well. UGH! I haven't missed school in the last three years (touchwood)  and i don't intend on doing so...so i'd like to appeal to all my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;internal organs&lt;/span&gt; etc etc to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;please start functioning again&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sick of puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hit me as hard as it hit you. Don't worry ..she'll be fine. I'll wake all the Gods up for her. I'll be there for you every step of the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-8640475273414829361?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8640475273414829361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8640475273414829361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here kitty kitty kitty'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-6073640650794830463</id><published>2007-01-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:23:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation gone wrong</title><content type='html'>WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Why not - don't you like being married?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, I'd get married again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurtful look on her face)&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would she wear my jewellery?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Well, I suppose so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: - - - silence - - -&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Shit ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6073640650794830463?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6073640650794830463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6073640650794830463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2007/01/conversation-gone-wrong.html' title='A conversation gone wrong'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2036173484015609043</id><published>2006-12-22T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:27:59.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGL Camp 2006</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes when you get that feeling that you're always being given the things you don't want. As though you're always being sabotaged somehow. Well...i had to be station master for one of the wet games yesterday. When i read the description of the game on the paper, it seemed pretty alright but oh boy...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DIRTY SICK SADISTIC HORRID SMELLY .....UGHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what the game was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The family would be split into two groups, both with guys and girls. We would tie a group together after they had formed a straight line. After which they had to lie on the ground and roll together on the gooey canvas. I think the objective of the game was to teach them cooperation and coordination. Its very hard for 10 people tied together to roll at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the disgusting part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Originally, the canvas was supposed to be strewn with eggs, flour and water. It sounds bad already right? But here's what really happened. Yong Zhi found tomato sauce so he gave that to us to add to the sick mess as well. Later, Hendro got all excited about making it dirtier and he practically dug a whole in the field trying to get moulds of mud. Then Alvin and some other guys started dumping egg shells onto the canvas which stretched for about two metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;YUCK. YUCK. YUCK. YUCK. YUCK. YUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hugged by five people who hugged me as though i was dying..but they really wanted to get all the sick s*** off them. I'm going to get Khalis for that! Asri put his arms around to wipe his hands off my back....do you how horribly disgusting the gooey stuff was??!!! One more minute and i would have puked. Anyways, me and Khai almost ran to the showers after that, tried to salvage our appearance and dashed home before anyone could ask us to join the water war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;So...my wet hair + air con = slight fever.&lt;/span&gt; Then what happens when i go down to get Panadol? I get wet in the darn rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i'm glad the heavens are also crying at my sorry state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2036173484015609043?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2036173484015609043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2036173484015609043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/12/ogl-camp-2006.html' title='OGL Camp 2006'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-8366868135071209528</id><published>2006-12-16T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:32:34.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...muahaha.</title><content type='html'>I've pulled every single muscle that could possibly exist on a human body. Do not ask why. All i'm dreaming of now is a hot water bottle and the aromatherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst...i'm getting very sick of her trying to copy 'you-know-what'. Sigh...time to get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-8366868135071209528?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8366868135071209528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8366868135071209528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-backmuahaha.html' title='I&apos;m back...muahaha.'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2642407971284064800</id><published>2006-12-11T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:05:17.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventual madness</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last two hours of my precious life reading blogs. Haha..yes, i have also begun to believe that i am losing whatever little sanity i ever had. But at least i learnt something from these 'enlightening' reads. That my life is boring! Friends, family, school, hanging out, talking...even my entertainment's got a routine! Its ridiculous, i swear. Not that i want excitement in a negative way which would involve anyone getting hurt or being sprayed with pepsi and topped with icing (don't ask!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that...i wish i was more spontaneous and took all things, even the weird ones, in my stride. But the fear of the unexpected, crazy friends, and a possible trip to the ICU stops me. Hehe. Alright...i'm just messing with you. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...let's talk about my trip to the Zoo which was forcibly held to satisfy my younger sister's desire to meet her own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things i learnt from the Singapore Zoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baboons have red butts and they enjoy emphasising that fact to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tourists are often amazed by monkeys picking off fleas from each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes...a very very important truth. The zoo smells like poo. Or maybe its just a condition of excessive nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2642407971284064800?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2642407971284064800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2642407971284064800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/12/eventual-madness.html' title='Eventual madness'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-3466052338009766679</id><published>2006-12-06T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:27:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood hotties</title><content type='html'>Had a great debate on who are the three best-looking males in Bollywood at our last sleepover. The guys had a constant exasperated look on their faces and emptied the fridge. The girls...they were arguing non-stop. And me? Well...it was free entertainment. I think they reached to the following conclusion. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RXZTRVqPpvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HfymNVF66Fk/s1600-h/js.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005279593206097650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RXZTRVqPpvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HfymNVF66Fk/s320/js.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RXZTY1qPpwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zG4jy86gpwU/s1600-h/sk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005279722055116546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RXZTY1qPpwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zG4jy86gpwU/s320/sk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005279498716817122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjmoDosG1TM/RXZTL1qPpuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ewTlvEWTLIg/s320/ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Abraham ............................Arjun Rampal ...........................................Shahid Kapoor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My input: Who cares who looks the best??! I think all three of them can't act. And for the love of god...Shahid looks like a kid. Moral of the story is that no matter how good or ugly one looks....its not going to make a difference to how badly i do my A levels. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/31791006-3466052338009766679?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3466052338009766679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/3466052338009766679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/12/bollywood-hotties.html' title='Bollywood hotties'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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/_PjmoDosG1TM/RXZTRVqPpvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HfymNVF66Fk/s72-c/js.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-2240996021944835245</id><published>2006-12-04T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:23:12.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoring roomate</title><content type='html'>By the time a Marine pulled into a little town, every hotel room was taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got to have a room somewhere," he pleaded. "Or just a bed, I don't care where." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I do have a double room with one occupant - an Air Force guy," admitted the manager, "and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I'm not sure it'd be worth it to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," the tired Marine assured him. "I'll take it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the Marine came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "How'd you sleep?" asked the manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never better." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager was impressed. "No problem with the other guy snoring, then?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, I shut him up in no time" said the Marine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How'd you manage that?" asked the manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room," the Marine" explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, beautiful,' and he sat up all night watching me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2240996021944835245?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2240996021944835245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2240996021944835245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2240996021944835245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2240996021944835245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/12/snoring-roomate.html' title='Snoring roomate'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-8354849146113721622</id><published>2006-12-01T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:08:39.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom @ Ritz Carlton 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6046/3880/1600/117037/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6046/3880/320/563947/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, khai and Ms Devil at the Prom. It took us half an hour to find the hotel after getting off at City Hall. We should've just called someone and asked them to pick us up. But no...we braved the scorching sun and the entire way, cursed the useless street directory and the council. It was a super nice place. Haha...i'll upload the photos of the toilet when i get them. It wasn't our prom...it was our seniors. We got the 'pleasure' of being there because we're in the council and 'planned it' [i didn't get much to do but did whatever i got :( ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the reception so after the seniors stopped streaming in, i was dying of boredom and feeling sick. Then we sat in the middle of the 'area' where the councillors were. I had to direct five guys to the mens room because they were looking so confused and going towards the ladies. Most of them acknowledged my help with an 'oh'. There was only this one nice indian guy who smiled and said thank you..twice. How sweet is that. Have no idea who he is though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have to remove my black nail polish for the SSC tomorrow. No fair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-8354849146113721622?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8354849146113721622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/8354849146113721622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/prom-ritz-carlton-2006.html' title='Prom @ Ritz Carlton 2006'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31791006.post-1245546118984816558</id><published>2006-11-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:29:32.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep @ it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 reasons why i sometimes view the male species with contempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The pollution in their minds makes the Hong Kong environmental crisis seem like nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You may discover the cure for cancer but you'll never come remotely close to discovering the cure of their ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They can never multi-task and usually look dead to the earth when you've given them too much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When they've got the right things to say...they'll never have the guts. When they have the wrong things to say, they'll get a bad case of verbal diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Osama, Saddam, Hilter, Stalin, Bush....they all have one thing in common. More balls than brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1245546118984816558?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1245546118984816558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1245546118984816558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1245546118984816558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1245546118984816558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/keep-it.html' title='Keep @ it'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-1937907722917371418</id><published>2006-11-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:51:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom. prom. PROM.</title><content type='html'>I've invented a new word for boredom. Its called weepsie doodle moo. Ok fine..its not a word..its many words...but alas, you realise i've perfected myself in the art of gibberish. That's why my mind is full of these days anyway. Prom tics distribution today. I knew the moment i heard that we had to do something in which i could screw up, i would. Can you blame me? You read a loadful of crap from some idoit, you go to school and try to act happy when actually you're just sleepy (awake all night!), tired (don't know why), frustrated (because of you-know-who) and just...well, weepsie doodle moo. Vini said my blog is so hilarious that i could probably get big bucks if i publish it...like the princess diaries. Are you mental? I get bored reading my own blog. My life's like that...spiced up in all the places i don't want it to be. You won't believe what i did. Yes, my nails have been painted black. I see it as a form of rebellion. They want to put our dress code as black...then oh boy are they going to get black. My outfit, shoes, nails, bag..everythings going to be black! Ah hah! Well...its not really rebellion but whatever...i liked the nail polish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1937907722917371418?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1937907722917371418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1937907722917371418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1937907722917371418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1937907722917371418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/prom-prom-prom.html' title='Prom. prom. PROM.'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-239487983258380464</id><published>2006-11-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:41:58.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell</title><content type='html'>Ok...i have been informed that a certain someone broke into my account and changed my nick to a provoking one in which i supposedly confess my love for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT TRUEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For goodness sake!!! How can you believe that crap...even if it was MY nick. Sigh. Anyways...sorry to quash the little rumour mills but there's no one! Now...hope you have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-239487983258380464?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/239487983258380464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=239487983258380464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/239487983258380464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/239487983258380464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-hell.html' title='What the hell'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-4670083857164255679</id><published>2006-11-25T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:02:30.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrendous frustrations..</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling sometimes when you really want to tell someone something but you can't? It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;killing me&lt;/span&gt; right now. Since i can't take their names, lets call them Guy A and Girl B. They're both my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guy A likes Girl B&lt;/span&gt; but thinks that she might not like him and thus, never really got the guts to talk to her. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl B likes Guy A&lt;/span&gt; but feels that the guy should make the first move and thus, doesn't say anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute....they both do say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alot of stuff&lt;/span&gt;. Alot of stuff &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO ME&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! That's all i hear these days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She to me: But i don't think he likes me...oh gosh ...what do i do Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;Him to me: What if she thinks i'm the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shy sissy&lt;/span&gt; sort. Oh ****. I feel so.....(speechless) around her. ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you what is the BEST part? They both expect me to seal my lips. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHICH MEANS I CANNOT TELL EITHER OF THEM ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! Whenever the three of us happen to meet, i feel like bursting out and handcuffing both of them together and FORCING them to say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...ok ok. I won't do that but i just &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cannot stand&lt;/span&gt; how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ridiculous this situation&lt;/span&gt; is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The moral of the story&lt;/span&gt; is...guys, please don't be soo sissy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You never know what could happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5 Ways to know whether you stand a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. It might not hurt to see if the person helps you when you need it,  ensuring that the person doesn't hate you and think you're a slimy monster.&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Or maybe its only me who doesn't help slimy monsters???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  Check to see if he/she laughs/smiles at your jokes. Because if she/he finds you lame...then you might as well call it quits.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Most girls HATE bad jokes. Or worse...bad jokers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. She/he replies warmly to your comments. Which means he/she isn't in a hurry to end the conversation because you're soo boring. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just make sure you don't keep on crapping for too long or it WILL get boring)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. She/he is straight &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(DUH!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. If you can both laugh about the same thing, have the same morals and on a certain level...share the same appreciation for each others' character.....go tie the knot! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Hehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.s. Also please make sure that the person is not attached for safety&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&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/31791006-4670083857164255679?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/4670083857164255679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=4670083857164255679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4670083857164255679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/4670083857164255679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/horrendous-frustrations.html' title='Horrendous frustrations..'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-2723868478032885136</id><published>2006-11-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:15:52.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Weeepsie doodle moo&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Sorry, am very mad today because i just had one of the weirdest days of my life. Radhika messages me in the morning and asks me whether i want to go and watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Casino Royale in Vivocity&lt;/span&gt;. I agreed because i didn't really have plans for the day. I got ready in a record 40 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Bus no. 10 without realising that it took one and a half hour to get there! Anyways, there was this old man sitting in the seat opposite mine and was staring at me the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;whole darn ride&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I kept checking my face and clothes whether there was anything wrong. For goodness sake...if i'm that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horribly disfigured&lt;/span&gt;..just tell me...STOP staring! Eeeks. I've never been so freaked out in my entire life. Ok...maybe i have..but whatever. It doesn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were watching the movie, you know ...there are some parts where one gets very freaked out. Especially when that disgusting guy has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blood coming out of his eyes&lt;/span&gt;? I ACCIDENTALLY grabbed the hand of the old man sitting right beside me. Thank god Radhika didn't see that or i'd never hear the end of it. EEEeekks. So guys...that's about it. Its been a day &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;infested with old men&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-2723868478032885136?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/2723868478032885136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=2723868478032885136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2723868478032885136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/2723868478032885136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-6911688777654764009</id><published>2006-11-21T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:49:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAArrrgghhH!</title><content type='html'>I'm crying right now. Just listened to India's national anthem on youtube. It gave me an adrenaline rush. God...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sooooooooooooooooooooooo homesick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eyn3CRiMsFI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eyn3CRiMsFI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-6911688777654764009?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/6911688777654764009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=6911688777654764009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6911688777654764009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/6911688777654764009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaarrrgghhh.html' title='AAAAArrrgghhH!'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-432997929381209387</id><published>2006-11-21T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:40:52.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep crapping...</title><content type='html'>Because its holidays , which equals to me wasting my time, i'll be talking random. Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is your favourite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you prefer flowers or diamonds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...diamonds in the shape of flowers? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favourite nail polish color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakme FireWorks 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favourite quote/phrase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High maintenance piece of junk (because i came up with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are three things you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile&lt;br /&gt;2. Character&lt;br /&gt;3. The ability to crack me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unveil 5 things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to have fun and be myself&lt;br /&gt;I love to smile&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand people who supress me. And i get very easily suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;Super low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;I love kids. Cuucieemuuchieee PIe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-432997929381209387?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/432997929381209387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=432997929381209387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/432997929381209387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/432997929381209387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/keep-crapping.html' title='Keep crapping...'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-1805025475934435122</id><published>2006-11-17T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:48:28.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off nicely enough. Blue clouds, cool winds and no sun. So i decided to go cycling around the 'jungly' area near the petrol station. Guess what happens? I see a 1 metre long lizardy, disgusting, dark-coloured lizard!!!!!! I think it was a komodo dragon or a monitor lizard. Whatever it was...it was huge and disgusting and ran back into the forest when i cycled by, which is how i noticed it and almost crashed into the tree on the side. EEEEKkks. I hate lizards. Especially when they're so darned huge! If you don't believe me, please tag along tomorrow, because i am going to go hunting for that giant lizardy thing. Well...that's not saying really something because i can't enter the 'mini-forest grounds' on the account of it being state land and all. I am not risking being shot a suspected intruder just to see that slimy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i'm about 2km from my house, it starts to rain. Actually...not rain but rather, pour! As though someone was throwing buckets of water on me. The result? I was soaked to the bone by the time i reached home. The visibility was so great that i  want to thank god that i did not knock down some old lady on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-1805025475934435122?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/1805025475934435122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=1805025475934435122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1805025475934435122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/1805025475934435122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-842626552905903637</id><published>2006-11-14T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:07:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm feeling sick. I've sunk into a state of eternal tiredness without even doing anything. My head's aching like (cannot think of a word for it) &lt;no&gt;and i really really want to go out and have fun. Watch a movie and chill or something. I'm stressed and i don't even know why! Anyways...enough about me. Sadiq and a couple of others have left for Cambodia for their OCIP trip and i am burning with jealousy! I really want to go too! It would have been such an experience...but me, oh clever me decided that i will not be promoted and didn't even sign up. In fact, the whole of this year, i've given up alot of things i've really wanted to do. I don't know why. It's as though i don't have faith in myself that i can..do anything at all. I don't know why. Crap...now i'm repeating the same thing again . And i'm talking about myself again. Sigh...moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let's talk about more exciting things! Like the opening of IKEA!!!!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6046/3880/320/ikea.gif" border="0" /&gt;Gosh...i think i'll be the first person to reach there and just wait for the doors to open!!! Its about 15 minutes walking distance from my house (25 if you're a slow walker). I think i'll be camping there from now on. Weeee....i love to decorate...its one of my hobbies. Darned...i'm talking about myself again. Hehe. Nah...i'm hardly self-obsessed. I've just realised that in YOUR blog, you can write about nothing else except YOU. And yet, the critics of blogging keep debating on the phenomenon of 'ME'. Insane really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm supposed to go and do my homework now. Arrghh. Why does this obviously-not-working education system have to drive me further to my grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.s. They increased the GST from 5% to 7%. So...before its implemented....let's go shop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-842626552905903637?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/842626552905903637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=842626552905903637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/842626552905903637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/842626552905903637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-questions.html' title='Stupid questions'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116315553792853109</id><published>2006-11-10T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:44:22.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back and forth</title><content type='html'>Its over. I'm not kidding. I'm serious. Its over. Project work is finito!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROJECT WORK IS OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh. I'm done screaming. Even though i think the stupid subject is a complete waste of time, i will admit that its been quite an experience. I mean...you just look at my group and it seems like a dysfunctional family. It was tough at first, having to deal with racist sentiments and all. But we had our laughs and we've had loads of jokes. But i'm sure we've all changed in some way or the other. I've definitely learned how to manipulate people....hey, at least it stopped the fights!!! It was kind of weird being stuck in an all-boys group...but it was pretty fun now that i look back at it. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you do know what all this means right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not really holidays..considering the fact that we've so much homework and its our final national examinations next year and topical tests the first week of next year. Crap. I didn't realise we did have so much. I'm beginning to think two months of holidays is pretty little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 things i will end up doing during holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never-ending spring cleaning&lt;br /&gt;2. 1100 chorus&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching spongebob squarepants!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Stupid CCA meetings&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean&lt;br /&gt;7. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;8. Homework&lt;br /&gt;9. Homework&lt;br /&gt;10. Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i find time...i just might study. Crap. Would you please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116315553792853109?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116315553792853109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116315553792853109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116315553792853109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116315553792853109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-back-and-forth.html' title='Looking back and forth'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116295350379549177</id><published>2006-11-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:44:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. What would you do if you woke up in the morning to realise someone had cut off half of your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Scream while running around in circles. If i might find any weapon of sorts, the 'criminal' better run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. What would you do if the teacher blamed you for something you had not done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boycott school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. WW3 is here and your very small country may be bombed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escape to Pulau Ubin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. You go out to a party and see another person wearing the same top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wear it inside out. Or lock her in the broom closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Your national examinations have just ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Scream. Breathe. Scream. Breathe. Scream. Faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116295350379549177?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116295350379549177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116295350379549177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116295350379549177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116295350379549177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116260791691588748</id><published>2006-11-04T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:44:21.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mother Tongue is over&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously...i will never have to look at Hindi again. You know what? I'm so upset! Instead of using this last opportunity to get an A, i subconciously give up on Hindi because i feel so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;supressed and intimidated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by all the people around me rattling off vocab. That's a major problem with me you know...i'm very &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emotionally weak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Just step on my beloved doll and i'll break down.&lt;/span&gt; That's for now at least. Don't know why its happening. Maybe i suffered some emotional trauma and forgot about it? Haha....i doubt it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I remember every moment. Every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more insanity... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/1600/randomcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/320/randomcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...random pictures with hidden meanings. Some funny incidences...The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; cow? My diary cover. Its so awfully cute, i started mooing the moment i saw it. Next to it, is the badge that my sec 4 form teacher got for me, she said it looked like me. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink hair&lt;/span&gt; aside...its cutelicious. The&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; flower&lt;/span&gt;....hehe...this picture was taken at 2am in the night before the Econs promo paper when i was trying to mug last minute? Don't believe me? Well, the flower is on my econs notes. Now, nest row. That blue color 'gift'? My CT gave it to us before promos. She's the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; teacher around and she's leaving us...sniff sniff. On its right is my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aromatherapy lamp. &lt;/span&gt;Don't know why i took a picture of it...its just smells nice! ;p And if you blind people can see what is next to it, its my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;percious thoughts tin!&lt;/span&gt;! Its where i keep all my collaging materials. Next Row. That disgusting plate!!! That's what a small little kid did to the what-once-looked-like-tiramisu. It now looks like a&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pile of bird droppings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Next, is a random picture before a storm. Black clouds. Love the cool wind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The feeling on rain drops on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally, my beloved Dunman...i miss it like hell. &lt;em&gt;Knowlegde the torch of life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You'll never dare...i know. I wonder what&lt;br /&gt;you're waiting for. Because sometimes, it could be too late. Sometimes, you&lt;br /&gt;could lose it all...waiting for the clock to tick. Waiting for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't there anymore. I proclaim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116260791691588748?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116260791691588748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116260791691588748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116260791691588748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116260791691588748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-ramblings.html' title='More ramblings'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116199880183611011</id><published>2006-10-28T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:44:21.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get rid of me</title><content type='html'>Guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;...i am not happy for no reason. Actually...there are many reasons. You say i &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;side-step questions&lt;/span&gt;. When will you realise that i never wanted to answer them? I'll never trust you...don't think i ever did. Stop trying to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;revive something that is as dead as a plastic heart&lt;/span&gt;.                                So many things to worry about. So many things i want to try. Believing in my&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; inability&lt;/span&gt; to handle anything. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just want to live through these two weeks&lt;/span&gt;...and then...cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116199880183611011?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116199880183611011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116199880183611011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116199880183611011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116199880183611011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-rid-of-me.html' title='Get rid of me'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116192776399144970</id><published>2006-10-27T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:10:40.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Another fun and silly day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/1600/uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/320/uk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/1600/xrty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/1600/xrty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two piggys were united today. We talked crap as usual. Hey, life has got to be some fun right? Hope we both make it to the same U and crap that place up too! ;p&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I put Pinky cutey cow because its so cute! Mooooo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116192776399144970?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116192776399144970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116192776399144970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116192776399144970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116192776399144970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-fun-and-silly-day.html' title='Another fun and silly day'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116149294419479225</id><published>2006-10-22T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:11:31.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Parties..they never seem to end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up at 11am today&lt;/span&gt;...i think its a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;record&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, i sleep at 4am, so its not really my fault! The crackers, the noise ...the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smoke.&lt;/span&gt; Oh boy! It did two things. Firstly, it worked alongside the Indonesian fires in&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; increasing the PSI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and secondly, it made me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;super homesick&lt;/span&gt;. I swear if my cousins or friends from India were to see the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;pathetic way&lt;/span&gt; in which we have to celebrate such a 'loud' festival, they would be more than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sympathetic to our plight&lt;/span&gt;. The 'fun' we have here is nothing compared to back home...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the rockets literally touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;. Sniff sniff. Ok nikki, get over it. Not that i don't like it here. Its lovely. But its just....sigh, never mind. I'm just very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; right now. P.s. I'll put up a whole entry on the Fri-Tue parties and celebrations okies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wasn't it obvious enough what you were trying to do. Wish i could rip away&lt;br /&gt;that smugness from your face. But i can't ....because i've failed. You took my&lt;br /&gt;light away and i let you. You fed on and corroded me and i just watched. Because&lt;br /&gt;i was too naive, too innocent to realise that you were such a terrible chemical&lt;br /&gt;concentrate. Wish i could tell someone my rawest feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116149294419479225?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116149294419479225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116149294419479225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116149294419479225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116149294419479225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/partiesthey-never-seem-to-end.html' title='Parties..they never seem to end.'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116125995895488574</id><published>2006-10-19T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:12:04.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Does it have to be that way....</title><content type='html'>We all have our own expectations of things, right? Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why is it so wrong for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt; than the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;petty fights, shallow expectations and immature illusions&lt;/span&gt; that i see from attached friends around me? Its then that i remember those times....those intellectual talks, those crappy but soulful talks...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;revelations, sharing your fears, hopes, dreams...everything&lt;/span&gt;. Its a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; crime to grow up too soon&lt;/span&gt;. When one still wants to fight over a forgotten goodbye. Vini once said to me...don't hold your expectations too high, they'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;never be fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;. But&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i can't sell my soul&lt;/span&gt;....neither can i give it away to an undeserving cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116125995895488574?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116125995895488574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116125995895488574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116125995895488574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116125995895488574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-it-have-to-be-that-way.html' title='Does it have to be that way....'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116101336122426564</id><published>2006-10-16T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:15:22.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='council'/><title type='text'>Too late but its not too little</title><content type='html'>I'd like it for the sceptical looks to stop because believe me...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;you do NOT want to challenge my sarcasm or cynisim when i'm not in the mood for laughter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt; I was sort of ready for being retained at the back of my mind because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wanted so badly to get rid of computing&lt;/span&gt; but i guess that is not going to happen so i will be stuck to my all-time enemy &lt;em&gt;...programming. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dedicate this entry to ARVANS. [&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because we rock ...duh!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the council meeting today...when it was taking a &lt;strong&gt;gazillion years to sort out every little thing&lt;/strong&gt;, i really started to appreciate how fast and efficient we are. Not that i don't like the council&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;....i think they're such darlings&lt;/span&gt;. It's just that the number is too big and the meetings are held for all the wrong reasons. I mean...i just don't want to waste hours deciding themes and gifts and names of events. Anyways....to my dear ARVANS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll win because we've worked our butts off for this. I want to thank you all for your &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;commitment and hardwork&lt;/span&gt;. You know...usually whenever we do teamwork, there's always some miscommunication or one member not willing to put in effort, but i can proudly say that you guys are probably the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;best team on the Earth&lt;/span&gt;! [Want to try out for Apprentice?] And more than that...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you're my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[A]adi[R]anu[V]ini[A]minah[N]ikki[S]achchit&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/31791006-116101336122426564?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116101336122426564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116101336122426564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116101336122426564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116101336122426564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-late-but-its-not-too-little.html' title='Too late but its not too little'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116062833636088560</id><published>2006-10-12T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:14:26.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Truly rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I promise that this is going to be my most ridiculous entry ever because i'm just going to list down random things that have happened or those that i've been wanting to say. Plus...i'm just a &lt;strong&gt;little bored right now and i hope you will be too by the time you finish reading this...&lt;/strong&gt;if you ever make it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a "you-can-see-that-far?" look everytime i rattle off a bus number of a bus people think is still travelling from infinity. What irks me is their question later. "Do you wear contact lenses?" So, in order to be able to see well, it is &lt;strong&gt;necessary for me to have inserted plastic sheets on my retina&lt;/strong&gt;? Guess perfect &lt;strong&gt;vision&lt;/strong&gt; is becoming more and more unheard of. I think they're going to put me in some museum in a couple of years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nikki the freak....she sees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scared of me??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup...i've confirmed the rumours.&lt;/strong&gt; Two guys are &lt;em&gt;SCARED&lt;/em&gt; of me. Seriously. Either they're reincarnated rats (then i suggest they go back to their sewers), or they're just mental. Me...i'm the first one people will try bully and intimidate. Its not the other way round for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodness sake&lt;/span&gt;! Ok ok...i do tend to gun down male chauvanists ...but well, isn't that a valid reason? My friends were literally laughing when they found out(actually, it was more like howling)....i guess i'm on my way to becoming the next Hitler, eh? My mission? Kill all rats! Kill all rats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Linked and bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think you people pretty much get me yet. Or else, you wouldn't &lt;strong&gt;bombard me&lt;/strong&gt; with requests to add tagboards and link you or vice versa. I don't really see this blog as one of those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;immature teenage rantings&lt;/span&gt; where horrible shallow people put peppy msgs and plus, i know that this blog is becoming your favourite alternative to joke websites, but i prefer to think of it as &lt;strong&gt;low profile&lt;/strong&gt;. Shocked? Yes....we always knew Nikki was going to abdicate (from normal life) one day.....my only problem is that there's nobody else to meditate with on the Himalayas. Want to join? Oh come on...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know you wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Randomness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing Aishwarya Rai to Julia Roberts has to be &lt;strong&gt;considered a crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines Rovers probably play better than the Indian national soccer team&lt;br /&gt;Exams have the tendency to give me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;painful headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst...shh...don't tell anyone...she's retiring this year&lt;br /&gt;I've started to find economics a really boring subject...its got no spice&lt;br /&gt;If India win the ICC world cup in 07, i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will shave my head bald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last year computing is being offered&lt;br /&gt;I hate too-minty sweets&lt;br /&gt;I love kids...&lt;strong&gt;they're better company&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little display of my eccentricity...but you probably won't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're like a politician...promising so much and yet, delivering so little. But you never realised that i don't believe in politics. You're a shallow lake...not one which will survive my soul. You're acid that corrodes my spirit with every word you say to me. And so...i want to say three immortal words to you today...just get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys...ok i'm done with writing all things weird (i hope you don't believe that). You're asleep and drooling on your keyboard right now aren't you? Gracias my fellow humans. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I bid thee farewell.&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/31791006-116062833636088560?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116062833636088560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116062833636088560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116062833636088560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116062833636088560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/truly-rambling.html' title='Truly rambling'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116057393464846302</id><published>2006-10-11T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:15:49.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Tell me when the storm is gone</title><content type='html'>I cry&lt;br /&gt;What's the point&lt;br /&gt;I put out my own light&lt;br /&gt;I suffocated my own soul&lt;br /&gt;I chilled my own warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;But i darkened my own palace&lt;br /&gt;I pushed myself away&lt;br /&gt;I poisoned every fibre of my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....its just....nothing ....nothing everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116057393464846302?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116057393464846302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116057393464846302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116057393464846302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116057393464846302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/tell-me-when-storm-is-gone.html' title='Tell me when the storm is gone'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116039293481947035</id><published>2006-10-09T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:18:01.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpjc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='council'/><title type='text'>Its over its over!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the weirdest days of the week...and thats saying alot because i found a lot of the stuff on my exam papers &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weird and abnormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you guys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;celebrated and partyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after the end of promos, i had to drag myself off to do PW. So we asked our computing teacher whether we could use the com lab and it turns out that his class was already using it, so he let us go in as well. We stayed there for four whole darn hours! Of course, the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; idoitic guys from the other class kept entertaining&lt;/span&gt; us by chasing each other, playing hilarious videos on youtube on the projector and just...well, being plain funny. (not to mention irritating because i was trying to do my work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finished everything at about 130pm. And i sweet-talked the computing teacher into printing the WR for me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG MISTAKE. VERY VERY VERY BIG MISTAKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Because in exchange for this, he expected me to hang around and chat with him for one whole hour!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;For the sake of humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....someone should have saved me from his eccentric chat..but no, no knight in shining armor came to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What the monodialouge was about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One of his students did a local engineering course and ended up an admin assistant and the other, who had been failing in TP went overseas and is now doing SAP. His point?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Life is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In response to my fears of retaining, instead of calming me...he says maybe you should consider the Arts if you want to change combi. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks alot for the encouragement!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He feels that i might join the media later as he thinks i did a good job as MC for teachers' day. He's got to be kidding me!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I seriously think he has olives for ears and celery sticks for ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He also thinks i'd do well in psychology. You're stunned? Well...he is the only teacher who &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;actually realised i was playing mind games with him to get more hints&lt;/span&gt;. He let that work for a while before he got it. But still...got to give it to him for actually realising it. Not saying that he's sharp...because if he were, he'd know that i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;dying to get out of the stupid com control room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... i still think that the room where they have the soft copies of the exam papers. He did hint that it was a grilled room on the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking...i felt no joy as they announced the ending of promos with a simple 'stop writing'. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There's no sense of achievement ...only fear and 'dejectedness'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have fun. I am going to watch Munnabhai night show and i really hope it gives &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me much needed laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love you guys loads. Even if i don't see you next year...muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116039293481947035?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116039293481947035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116039293481947035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116039293481947035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116039293481947035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-over-its-over.html' title='Its over its over!!!'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-116022943736479697</id><published>2006-10-07T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:10:16.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>PSI PSI</title><content type='html'>Haze haze everywhere. The PSI is at a all-time high of 150 and the streets are seriously looking creepy...especially at night....update you later on more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-116022943736479697?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/116022943736479697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=116022943736479697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116022943736479697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/116022943736479697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/psi-psi.html' title='PSI PSI'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115997822122414100</id><published>2006-10-04T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:09:51.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpjc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>"I love myself"</title><content type='html'>The above title has no link to my entry. It's just something my classmates went around saying after our Adam Khoo workshop...and well...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i just remembered it and had to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Crapped maths today too&lt;/span&gt;. Was banking on physics and computing. Physics paper was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;killer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so no chance. Computing's giving me the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and maths seems like the only thing i could pass if i had studied. But guess what? I didn't. I felt like swearing so badly that i almost had to bite my lips to retain those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forbidden words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to Stacie Orrico's 'I will be there' by mistake and oh boy....it was like a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; flood of emotions&lt;/span&gt; and thoughts, and guilt all the same time. Like as though it reminded me of the person i should be ....for..ughh! Forget it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will not be played anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh...the influence of the mass media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to chance upon Scorpio's blog again due to various links and oh my gosh...just oh my gosh. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dirt, morals, disgust, swearing&lt;/span&gt;....everything...was beyond &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my wildest nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But i can't blame him ...or anyone else. I've stopped expecting anything from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this strong feeling i'm going to fall asleep the moment i log off and will not study. Guess its time to fill up with Redbull &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(i swear its medicine-like taste is disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!). &lt;/span&gt;Am so going to watch 'John Tucker Must Die'! Think its&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; horribly funny&lt;/span&gt;...plus it may give us girls an idea or two, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengue fever spreading in New Delhi...i'm so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; darned worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i'm calling practically everyday so make sure everyone i know is fine. They say the general public there seems unfazed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;What do you expect?&lt;/span&gt; Indians are tough people....its a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;survival of the fittest&lt;/span&gt; in a place like Delhi. Everyone thinks they'll make it big if they go there....truth is, they're just adding an extra burden to the infrastructure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115997822122414100?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115997822122414100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115997822122414100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115997822122414100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115997822122414100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-myself.html' title='&quot;I love myself&quot;'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115909999605002957</id><published>2006-09-24T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:57:08.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Oompa Looompas</title><content type='html'>I'm smelling my own&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 'lavendered'&lt;/span&gt; hair right now. Wish i had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goals&lt;/span&gt; ,then maybe i'll do better in life. Hmmm...maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what my list would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. Start some kind of 'feed the african children' project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Stamp out corruption from the Indian government (this is worst than mission impossible ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Start some kind of support system for farmers. (like Amul you know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Become an interior designer. That's my passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. Save the dolphins, pandas, koala bears...sharks?? I don't think so. (sorry..i'm a little prejudiced against man-eaters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well...i'm set on my way to becoming the next Mother Teresa....now, if only i could pass my promos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115909999605002957?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115909999605002957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115909999605002957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115909999605002957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115909999605002957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/09/oompa-looompas.html' title='Oompa Looompas'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115899017493421754</id><published>2006-09-23T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:56:28.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>Oh my lord! ;p</title><content type='html'>Had physics&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; extra class&lt;/span&gt; today. Was fun....but the real fun started later when Yi Qi, Fateha and me went out to Mac for lunch and sort of to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de-stress.&lt;/span&gt; Now you know &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when you put 2 and a 1/2 raving people together (fatz only 1/2 ah)....you get havoc!&lt;/span&gt;! And thats exactly what happened. We started talking about how horny some of our classmates can get and YiQi told us about this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'20 questions' thing&lt;/span&gt; they were asking ...you know...stuff like ....light on or off kind of really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt; stuff. So YiQi, being her, decided to ask me a question as well....and me, being me...just HAD to show off my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'wit'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qi: Haha...so Nikki, how about you? Big or small?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: [still thinking]&lt;still&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qi: Nikki, big or small?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: As long as it functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I think all the people in Mac at that time will recognise us for life...at least our laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/still&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115899017493421754?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115899017493421754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115899017493421754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115899017493421754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115899017493421754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-lord-p.html' title='Oh my lord! ;p'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115868374249292481</id><published>2006-09-20T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:54:58.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Mama mia!</title><content type='html'>Ok...my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mouse&lt;/span&gt; is not working properly. Seems to go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out of control&lt;/span&gt; everytime i want to click on something. Promos in less than a week. I haven't learnt my lesson yet, have i? I guess i never will. Something tells me i have a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; lot of tears in store for me&lt;/span&gt;. And people...when someone doesn't do well for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt; or the like, &lt;strong&gt;the worst thing you can say&lt;/strong&gt; to that person is &lt;em&gt;'it wasn't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your day'&lt;/em&gt;. I mean...it sounds sweet and all but then we start thinking...perhaps everyday isn't my day?? What a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;depressing thought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing here after such a long time and i'm starting to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;wonder about something&lt;/span&gt;. When we grow up and start working and stuff, do you think we'll still be blogging? Right now, it seems like such a '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;teen&lt;/span&gt;' thing to do so i wonder whether &lt;strong&gt;we'll still be hooked on to it a decade from now&lt;/strong&gt;. Will our children say later on &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mommy can't come to the phone now because she's blogging, why don't you try IMing her?"....&lt;/span&gt;Haha! Ok...i tried to imagine..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WR for PW has been totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwed up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Don't really want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;concentrate &lt;/span&gt;on that because promos are nearing but we should at least give in one draft. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes i wish i had been born a couple of hundred years earlier&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, there'd be no internet and TV but hey, there'd be no school and definitely no project work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have become a radio-addict for the past week and &lt;strong&gt;finally understood&lt;/strong&gt; why so many people listen to it in the early morning. It as though someone's keeping you company while you slog over the many &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;disgusting integration&lt;/span&gt; by parts equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 9th of Oct, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i will officially break down&lt;/span&gt;, spend an hour crying and then...off to some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;retail therapy&lt;/span&gt;!! Well...what did you expect me to do at the end of exams. Oh crap, i forgot! PW!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Darn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Well...life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say i somehow, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miraculously get promoted.&lt;/span&gt; Holidays are going to be hell. For one thing, if i'm going to get any form of promotion, its the conditional types so i'll have another set of exams right after New Year. So after the promos, i will be expected to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;catch up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with 10 months on work in 5 weeks, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;devote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;my time to council for orientation and other camps, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my Hindi A level and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;slog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for PW...try to catch up. You know what...looking at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;the prospects&lt;/span&gt;...its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...i guess i'm going to go back to finishing my AQ for tomorrow's consultation. And integration...sigh, &lt;em&gt;if i can stay awake&lt;/em&gt; i will try. School ends at 12.10pm tomorrow!!! That's about the only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;delightful&lt;/span&gt; thing i've said so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115868374249292481?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115868374249292481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115868374249292481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115868374249292481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115868374249292481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/09/mama-mia.html' title='Mama mia!'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115712692439663597</id><published>2006-09-01T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:53:36.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='council'/><title type='text'>Mama told me..don't be talking to a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mama told me, don't be talking to a stranger...don't be talking to a stranger, stranger is danger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've read&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; for the millionth time and although i know that a lot of ideas from the book have already been published by other authors before him, you have to commend him for the amazing plot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Never fails to grip me, even if i've memorised it.&lt;/span&gt; Has been a happening week, so thank god holidays are here. Had to stay back till 9pm three days of the week. My mc part is finally over, and the rally too. Got to see PM Lee. My feet hurt after wearing court shoes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; for six hours straight though&lt;/span&gt;. I swear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pencil heels&lt;/span&gt; are more comfortable than them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm getting&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; quite pissed off about the whole situation&lt;/span&gt; really. I mean , is it just a coincidence that i catch the staring every 5 minutes? Its ridiculous. If you like me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; just say it and forget it.&lt;/span&gt; If you don't...tell me i'm horribly ugly and piss off. Just stop staring from afar...gives me the jolly creeps. But still...there's that weird sensation. That &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;weird catch in the eyes&lt;/span&gt; that i wish i could place but i don't seem to be able to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115712692439663597?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115712692439663597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115712692439663597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115712692439663597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115712692439663597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/09/mama-told-medont-be-talking-to.html' title='Mama told me..don&apos;t be talking to a stranger'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115555386289102806</id><published>2006-08-14T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:52:41.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Those good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/627/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun i've had in the past year. From left, making sandcastles at the beach. Racial Harmony Day at Dunman..and finally, sleepover at my place with Vini from last fri all the way to sat..super dramatic but fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115555386289102806?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115555386289102806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115555386289102806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115555386289102806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115555386289102806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/08/those-good-times.html' title='Those good times'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115512809439035908</id><published>2006-08-09T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:51:26.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpjc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='council'/><title type='text'>My stupid self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life's getting truly exciting!&lt;/span&gt; But i won't post details on that just yet...should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lie low&lt;/span&gt; till my time comes you see. Went out with darling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; piggy to Downtown East and had a blast at the beach and stuff...i had no idea about&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; S'pore cuisine&lt;/span&gt; and all so she started laughing at me and calling me&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; when i dwelled in my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;genuine confusion&lt;/span&gt;. Life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day celebrations were totally awesome. Of course, because the council was behind it...LOL. But truly, i have never seen TP &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so enthusiatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about anything...i bet the HDB people &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;could hear our screams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; There were humans trains in the hall and most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;were treating it like a rock concert and passing people around in the air and jumping up and down waving their hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, their way of proclaiming the concert&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 'cool'&lt;/span&gt; enough for them. But it was fun....while it lasted. Because i had to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; troop my tired butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over to the SSC for orientation, which turns out, included no training so i wonder how my volunteer time is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt; the whole day today (like i have the past 16 years of my life) and did nothing but cry for no reason and pick fights with everyone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Totally not like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..but i guess i've been&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; bottled&lt;/span&gt; up. I'm getting so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of him staring at me but not saying anything. I mean...hello, i don't think i am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; horribly disfigured so can you just please look away???! Maybe i'm just imagining but still, its a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;helluva coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115512809439035908?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115512809439035908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115512809439035908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115512809439035908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115512809439035908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-stupid-self.html' title='My stupid self'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115478380432545198</id><published>2006-08-05T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:50:23.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpjc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>My Wasted Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;They say my eyes tell stories. So they do not know of the secrets that i behold.&lt;br /&gt;Tradition says that i seal my mouth. That i burn in agony of the knowledge i&lt;br /&gt;have. But till freedom comes, i will let my eyes tell the stories. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good...the morning at least. We were supposed to have a maths lecture from 8am to 11am but it ended at like 9.30am because the teacher went so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;horribly fast&lt;/span&gt;. But that's not the funny part. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tradition is&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;when you have a three hour lecture, 9.20am is the time that people start to come. So, you can imagine our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; when some Indian guy walked in at 9.25am and we were released 5 minutes after that. Hehehe. I went to the Popular sale in Expo yesterday and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went nutss!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So many cutsy things that i could have spent a day there...but guess how much i spent? Sixteen bucks only! I know...its like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;record&lt;/span&gt; for me. But i bought all the gifts in advance...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mugs, teddy bears, albums, diaries..all the works&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And for myself? The most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;charming&lt;/span&gt; little diary because my physics one has ended. Watched Fanaa this afternoon. I can honestly say that the story has got to be the worst i've heard in the past decade and some of the scenes are just...well, like comedy. Especially the part where her Dad dies...they've mocked death, that was how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing was. But i have to say...i did cry in the ending. Then again&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, i cry in 75% of the endings&lt;/span&gt;, so its not really saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+10;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free of your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115478380432545198?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115478380432545198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115478380432545198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115478380432545198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115478380432545198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-wasted-life.html' title='My Wasted Life'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115461115332467790</id><published>2006-08-03T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:48:57.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpjc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='council'/><title type='text'>Shitified</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to my darling fellow councilors, who have this thing for sabotage, they've put me in place to be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MC for the teachers' day concert&lt;/span&gt;. I so don't have time for things like this...thank God Mark will be there to provide those laughs. Cat's hair is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soo stiff&lt;/span&gt;, i was amazed at its &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solid-like abilities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He was stressed about the whole SieAs thing, mine ended last week...and i took a whole period to get it done. Lalalalala...i feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i could do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't know why it is..but without any words said, there was just that&lt;br /&gt;electricity. That connection. A feeling i didn't know could exist without words&lt;br /&gt;being said. Where the surface didn't matter...only the soul did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115461115332467790?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115461115332467790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115461115332467790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115461115332467790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115461115332467790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/08/shitified.html' title='Shitified'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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-31791006.post-115424345650147860</id><published>2006-07-30T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:45:19.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi school'/><title type='text'>ZzZZzZzZ</title><content type='html'>Sleep...how i'm starting to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;crave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it now. And i've just woken up, mind you. Another two days went by with absolutely NO activity except for the party last night...how i love witty remarks! So..its another Sunday and i just feel like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; lighting a few aromatic candles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and crawling into my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super soft and cosy covers and just staying there forever&lt;/span&gt;. But due to the fact that i am human, i am required to study, do well, get a job etc etc. What the hell! I truly intend to deflate this nasty piece of article they published in Life! today...so watch out for it. Nothing much interesting going on....cried a whole lot yesterday...for no apparent reason! Maybe it was just the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;hidden tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of having a mock hindi exam and not having studying for it. And now you go..."You didn't study?? Don't kid me man!!!". I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not perfect&lt;/span&gt; and don't expect me to be. Just saw the movie Bollywood/Hollywood and i hated the storyline. Wasn't too funny either. But oh boy...if only i could meet someone like Rahul...i'd never ever ever let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You say you know me. You say you like me. You say we'll be fun together.&lt;br /&gt;If you really think so, then you're&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; not talking about me&lt;/span&gt;.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31791006-115424345650147860?l=italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/feeds/115424345650147860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31791006&amp;postID=115424345650147860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115424345650147860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31791006/posts/default/115424345650147860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italktoomuchformyowngood.blogspot.com/2006/07/zzzzzzzz.html' title='ZzZZzZzZ'/><author><name>n!Kk!</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></feed>
