<?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-2387107394594868594</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:46:24.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Tracker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-3070978001507046908</id><published>2007-09-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:02:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>ive come to a decision&lt;br /&gt;wont be updating anymore&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;well maybe not 'anymore'&lt;br /&gt;for awhile la&lt;br /&gt;for a number of reasons&lt;br /&gt;'wasting time' is one&lt;br /&gt;'lazy' is another&lt;br /&gt;and 'pointless rambling' is another yet again&lt;br /&gt;amongst the many others&lt;br /&gt;so till 'the next time'&lt;br /&gt;ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;will inform when i actually start updating once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3070978001507046908?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3070978001507046908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3070978001507046908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3070978001507046908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3070978001507046908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/09/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8595947369605453627</id><published>2007-08-27T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:46:22.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*pouts*</title><content type='html'>horrid horrid monday&lt;br /&gt;SWAY! is the word&lt;br /&gt;come, let me tell all of you a sad sad story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;felt a little sick&lt;br /&gt;my tonsils were definitely inflammed&lt;br /&gt;there was pus on it&lt;br /&gt;tasted blood when i swallowed once in a while&lt;br /&gt;ate only an apple the whole day&lt;br /&gt;went to class&lt;br /&gt;felt HORRID after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;not any better&lt;br /&gt;didnt sleep the whole night coz the pain in my throat was BAD&lt;br /&gt;temperature went up a little&lt;br /&gt;cough&lt;br /&gt;flu&lt;br /&gt;HORRID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not being sick thats horrid. every1 falls sick once in awhile...its being SWAY, absolutely SWAY thats disturbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuation:&lt;br /&gt;the plan:&lt;br /&gt;see the doctor&lt;br /&gt;go to school&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to have my first sociology tutorial today&lt;br /&gt;2pm-4pm&lt;br /&gt;followed by my total war lecture&lt;br /&gt;4pm-8pm&lt;br /&gt;didnt know how i was going to survive from 2-8 w/o any substantial break&lt;br /&gt;so i planned to go for tutorial and skip lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the doc&lt;br /&gt;he gave me my meds&lt;br /&gt;said my throats badly inflammed&lt;br /&gt;gave me a different kind of antibiotic&lt;br /&gt;went home&lt;br /&gt;took the meds&lt;br /&gt;changed&lt;br /&gt;got ready to go for lunch then school&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;my eyes turned deep red&lt;br /&gt;like some freaking dracula&lt;br /&gt;my mum called up our doc&lt;br /&gt;he said come back immediately&lt;br /&gt;so we did&lt;br /&gt;on the way&lt;br /&gt;my eyes swelled&lt;br /&gt;looked like some doll you will find in movies like 'chuckie'&lt;br /&gt;my mum told the counter lady&lt;br /&gt;can you make it fast, shes needs to go to school&lt;br /&gt;the lady was like&lt;br /&gt;what school?&lt;br /&gt;university, said my mum&lt;br /&gt;she replied&lt;br /&gt;mad ah???your so sick!dont go!&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;PANIC!&lt;br /&gt;PANIC PANIC PANIC!&lt;br /&gt;i cant not go to school!&lt;br /&gt;first tutorial, no friends in the class&lt;br /&gt;bad bad idea to skip&lt;br /&gt;1: bad impression&lt;br /&gt;2: if there was an assignment given, i would never know!&lt;br /&gt;3: miss out, and be lost&lt;br /&gt;GRUNTS&lt;br /&gt;my bro said...dont go!anw you look fightening&lt;br /&gt;even aunty usha said...jst skip..it wld be crazy to go to sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt go&lt;br /&gt;and i feel soooo insecure&lt;br /&gt;i have no way of finding out what went on&lt;br /&gt;i need to email the tutor and ask if i can go for another slot&lt;br /&gt;so that i dont miss out&lt;br /&gt;and ask if theres any assignment&lt;br /&gt;but guess what&lt;br /&gt;i bloody hell dont know the tutors name!&lt;br /&gt;so i have to email the department&lt;br /&gt;my bro and niva said emailings the only thing i can do&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i seriously miss days in JC&lt;br /&gt;at least you have friends!&lt;br /&gt;and your not completely alone in some classes&lt;br /&gt;so that if you skip a day&lt;br /&gt;you just pick up the phone and call a friend&lt;br /&gt;*POUTS*&lt;br /&gt;sway..first tutorial&lt;br /&gt;and rekhas missing&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8595947369605453627?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8595947369605453627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8595947369605453627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8595947369605453627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8595947369605453627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/08/pouts.html' title='*pouts*'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-2971869860348955303</id><published>2007-08-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:43:03.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>study to be happy</title><content type='html'>come all ye ppl.lets take our minds to the grandeur of the elizabethan era and focus our very much dwindling brains to the splendour of the very person who coined the depths of the english language; shakespeare. as He once pointed out thru the voices of the characters of 'Macbeth', 'life is walking shadow which struts and frets..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not doing Macbeth now, neither am i doing shakespeare. But i surely am 'struting and fretting' across te stage of studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok rekha. cut the crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as i'm typing, I am simple laying out the flowers and streamers for my very own catafalque.how lovely. and when i am done I shall lay my body on it, and peacefully devour every moment of my failures.....and then maybe when i am in hell...or with some luck, heaven, i shall write a book titled, 'rekhas many many failures in her first year at NUS.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i am crapping again am i?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rekha is not suppose to be blogging&lt;br /&gt;rekha is suppose to be studying&lt;br /&gt;rekha is prob the only uni student not studying&lt;br /&gt;and rekha is going to be lost next week&lt;br /&gt;and rekha is not gng to get her points&lt;br /&gt;and 4ys later&lt;br /&gt;rekha is not going to achieve her aim of first class honours&lt;br /&gt;now rekha is officially allowed to&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.cannot.caonnaot cannot cannot&lt;br /&gt;i am officially turning into a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;jivis,, yes you JIVANAAH SUSEL DAYALAN&lt;br /&gt;better make sure that i become a geek&lt;br /&gt;so no more roaming around aimlessly around the campus&lt;br /&gt;no more brownies with ice cream topped with gossipping&lt;br /&gt;study study study&lt;br /&gt;and oh, shall we be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-2971869860348955303?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/2971869860348955303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=2971869860348955303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2971869860348955303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2971869860348955303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/08/study-to-be-happy.html' title='study to be happy'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6747723566101625286</id><published>2007-08-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:03:47.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anger?</title><content type='html'>ANGST&lt;br /&gt;its bubbling&lt;br /&gt;somewhere under my exterior&lt;br /&gt;an interior so DARK......&lt;br /&gt;an interior so familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im angry&lt;br /&gt;worst&lt;br /&gt;i cant nail the reason behind it&lt;br /&gt;its a concoction of emotions&lt;br /&gt;feeelings&lt;br /&gt;thoughts&lt;br /&gt;perceptions&lt;br /&gt;all negative of course&lt;br /&gt;and its bubbling up&lt;br /&gt;now close to the surface&lt;br /&gt;and im going to explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that rose remains deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;the one that was touched by&lt;br /&gt;the most radiant light ever&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;and that rose&lt;br /&gt;remains strong&lt;br /&gt;on a cushion of serenity and beauty&lt;br /&gt;and it consumes this anger&lt;br /&gt;tho not all of it&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;its leaving me some to handle&lt;br /&gt;so that i can learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh-ness&lt;br /&gt;i hate in when im angry&lt;br /&gt;and worst still&lt;br /&gt;cant find a single reason for it&lt;br /&gt;coz theres just too many&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worst&lt;br /&gt;i realised i have to start studying&lt;br /&gt;as in mugging&lt;br /&gt;else i'll fall back&lt;br /&gt;and i have sooo much planning&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out!&lt;br /&gt;those of u who knoe we well&lt;br /&gt;u know what i become when im freaking out&lt;br /&gt;and its absolutely scary&lt;br /&gt;no no&lt;br /&gt;the 'A level' stress panicky rekha must not come back&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;and HE better help...he just better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6747723566101625286?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6747723566101625286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6747723566101625286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6747723566101625286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6747723566101625286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/08/anger.html' title='anger?'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-4485778451154040940</id><published>2007-08-16T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:55:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AY 2007/2008 ... freshman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alrite...week one has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fridays my free day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'strategic planning when choosing modules'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if ur smart like me...u will also end up with long weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my modules this sem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HY2216 : total war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HY1101E: Asia and the modern world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SC1101E: making sense of society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SE1101E: southeast asia, a changing region&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS1101E: Introduction to political science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gone for all except the first one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and its all good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no major complains bout any one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the weeks really relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coz tutorials havent started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and we havent strated drowning in assignments and projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i made good choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the modules are all useful and fun..and the lecturers are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its interesting how all the faculties have their individual characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and where i come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FASS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its colour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;silence?? NO WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;arts students have their very individualistic sense of being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;science have theirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;biz have theirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...and the list goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the structure itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they can do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but the old fashioned ambiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that dawns upon you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;once you step on the sch grounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;has a subtle sense of class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the idea of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'gentry of the old parish' i would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and within the quiet walls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of the campus as a whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a vague illustration of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;social stratification can be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;at the peak of the pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lies ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we rock lar....i have to admit...along with everyone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and to shift to my evil side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if u really cant consume the different 'colours' of FASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STAY OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;like this guy in my soci lect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doing the module as a cross-faculty module&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kills the ambiance of FASS with just one statement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"har, must write essay one ah??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;go away...shoo...shooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;go back to ur home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if u want to contaminate mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sorry..evil i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but in life there must always be a balance of good and evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;even in ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;university ... hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its realy funny how u work your way up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;one moment your a silly JCstudent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;struggling...stress to the max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;convinced that at the rate your going you'll never make it to uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;convinced that uni is a 'dream'...never to become real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and next moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ur A levels results are out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u r walking the streets of nus/ntu/smu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and now ur main concern is getting thru uni...and cmming out wit a first class honour degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amazing huh..how life has its automatic gradual progression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so to all those JC students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you'll make it..as long as u put in the effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A's will be the worst exam any1 can sit for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but its not a hurdle you cant jump over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you'll have to struggle ...and jump and jump ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thats gauranteed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but with all that trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;your bound to get over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i know what im talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;been there, done that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hold strong, and have faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;espeacially my dear friend/sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you'll do it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i'll be right next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;together with HIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-4485778451154040940?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/4485778451154040940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=4485778451154040940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4485778451154040940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;afterwhich&lt;br /&gt;we all went to tekka&lt;br /&gt;for teh aliah&lt;br /&gt;(mine was ice milo)&lt;br /&gt;tehn had no idea where toi go for dinner&lt;br /&gt;gokul was closed&lt;br /&gt;so some1 suggested komala vilas!&lt;br /&gt;and yes&lt;br /&gt;tats where we ended up!&lt;br /&gt;so so fun&lt;br /&gt;as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RsB7zmOLFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yWmmnvDYMBU/s1600-h/komala+vilas"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RsB7zmOLFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yWmmnvDYMBU/s200/komala+vilas" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210904546940546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us (just one table..the other tables not in foto) at KV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;woke up early&lt;br /&gt;went for prayers arranged by my dear grandma&lt;br /&gt;rushed to class&lt;br /&gt;made it just b4 the buses came&lt;br /&gt;felt a tiny bit guilty tat i couldnt come early to help clean the premises&lt;br /&gt;class was superb as usual&lt;br /&gt;tho many didnt turn up&lt;br /&gt;but tat just gave us an opportunity to have informla chats with the girls&lt;br /&gt;i was exhausted&lt;br /&gt;EXHAUSTED by the end of it&lt;br /&gt;then went to temple to set up for bhajans&lt;br /&gt;lay the sound system wires&lt;br /&gt;carpets&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;i was soooooo tired&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take it anymore....&lt;br /&gt;left around 9 15&lt;br /&gt;reached home&lt;br /&gt;around 10 +&lt;br /&gt;so so tired&lt;br /&gt;but OH SO HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3327698743534206294?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RsB7zmOLFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yWmmnvDYMBU/s72-c/komala+vilas' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-165474208371671009</id><published>2007-08-10T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:55:56.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08z2OLFeI/AAAAAAAAALI/TAvBJR32g8Y/s1600-h/grp+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097297214679225826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08z2OLFeI/AAAAAAAAALI/TAvBJR32g8Y/s320/grp+ps.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the four of us after the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0_IWOLFhI/AAAAAAAAALg/CdWff6RBcLs/s1600-h/ysm+me+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097299765889799698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0_IWOLFhI/AAAAAAAAALg/CdWff6RBcLs/s200/ysm+me+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya sumi...my cutest cousin...my mums side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097296909736547794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s320/abi+me+ps.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abi dearie and me...after the movie...at swensons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0_UmOLFiI/AAAAAAAAALo/d0PA586e6NU/s1600-h/prashant+me+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097299976343197218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0_UmOLFiI/AAAAAAAAALo/d0PA586e6NU/s200/prashant+me+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya sumis brother...prashant..i used to babysit him...he's growing up sooo fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr09GGOLFfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uHD0mEx1PHc/s1600-h/achu+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097297528211838450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr09GGOLFfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uHD0mEx1PHc/s320/achu+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;archu dearie and me...at PS toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0_rWOLFjI/AAAAAAAAALw/gMXncUqZsnk/s1600-h/mum+me+10.8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097300367185221170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0_rWOLFjI/AAAAAAAAALw/gMXncUqZsnk/s200/mum+me+10.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mummy and me at my aunts place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0__WOLFlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VDAwQkhNfQw/s1600-h/me+10.8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097300710782604882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr0__WOLFlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VDAwQkhNfQw/s320/me+10.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just plainly me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr1AfWOLFmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CAjKkIys22k/s1600-h/ysm+me+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097301260538418786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr1AfWOLFmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CAjKkIys22k/s200/ysm+me+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;there she is agian..i bet shes the prettiest in her cls... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr1CimOLFnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1bQtlml2mfg/s1600-h/october+cherries.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097303515396249202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr1CimOLFnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1bQtlml2mfg/s320/october+cherries.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08iGOLFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/IBWV-donTFo/s1600-h/abi+me+ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt take a photo of my uncle...so heres an older photo..him and his band...super cool...they were a really popular band in the 60's..my uncles the one in sunglasses..he used to be the guitarist and lead singer...but basically he can play any instrument....the keyboard, drumsets, violin...everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres wat happened yest...went to watch harry potter again...went to swensons..then rushed home coz my uncle and aunt and their kids were cmming over and we were going out for dinner...they migrated to india 2 yrs ago..yes india...coz its easier to survive as a musician there than here...and the kids are having a great time...coz sch isnt stressful...and sooooo cute...they have a slight indian accent!..and they shake their heads when they talk...but character wise..they are still the same....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember i used to take care of prashant when he was in diapers...and now whaooo....he's 12 ... so fast..but still cute larrr...he sang the indian national anthem for us...its damn nice...sounds like some ganesha bhajan...and the night his sister was born, we had to look after him...still rmb those days were he was still soo little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yasumi...has always been oh so pretty...i still rmb the time when i was babysitting her, and i scolded her nicely coz she didnt want to finish her food...those were the days...miss babysitting them...they are still soo adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss my uncle too..during christmas gatherings , he would lead us in all the carols, while he played the guitar and 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/165474208371671009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/165474208371671009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/08/four-of-us-after-movie-ya-sumi.html' title=''/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rr08z2OLFeI/AAAAAAAAALI/TAvBJR32g8Y/s72-c/grp+ps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-3572547590277002644</id><published>2007-08-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:16:43.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nat day gathering</title><content type='html'>ok like i said&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since we chilled&lt;br /&gt;and just slack&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no work involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty nesams house&lt;br /&gt;3 30 PM - 12 15 AM&lt;br /&gt;the menu:&lt;br /&gt;sardine curry&lt;br /&gt;tahu sambal with fishball&lt;br /&gt;(all veg of crs)&lt;br /&gt;tempeh, tahu, beans&lt;br /&gt;mangosteen, longans and rambutans&lt;br /&gt;ice cream: choice of coffee, toffee, vanilla, chocolate&lt;br /&gt;ppl: everyone..!!!!!!!!!.. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;record breaking number of times one has laughed&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of uncle sunthar of course&lt;br /&gt;oh, and not forgetting the manicure session!&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it...now we all have nice lovely nails...soo crazy and cute la they all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed a day like tat&lt;br /&gt;i was soooo waiting to have such a day in a long while&lt;br /&gt;now that the work has simmered down for awhile&lt;br /&gt;im sure we can afford more days like tat&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and so last nite is treasured&lt;br /&gt;the food was treasured&lt;br /&gt;the jokes and laughter are treasured&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;the people&lt;br /&gt;are very much treasured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now off to watch harry potter again&lt;br /&gt;ppl: me, abi, achu, arul anne, aunty sandra, manges, lakshana, pranavan, ramanan&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;this may sound like an ultimate bimbo, but who cares:&lt;br /&gt;....rite now..... I LOVE MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3572547590277002644?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3572547590277002644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3572547590277002644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3572547590277002644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3572547590277002644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/08/nat-day-gathering.html' title='nat day gathering'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3140496055092753697</id><published>2007-08-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:34:46.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>yeap...todays our nations bdae...:)&lt;br /&gt;but let me first recount the pre national day dayy, the pre preparations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wayang kulit (shadow puppetry i/c) ????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  errrrrr&lt;br /&gt;the first day i arrived back in s'pore after the trip&lt;br /&gt;my bro dsnt even greet me proparly...&lt;br /&gt;wats one of the first sentence he put forth?&lt;br /&gt;"okok, rekha, we've got lots of work to do"&lt;br /&gt;harrrrrrr?????&lt;br /&gt;wat work??&lt;br /&gt;"i need you to take charge of the wayang kulit"&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;"i need you to make props for it...the puppets"&lt;br /&gt;errrrr&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;hahas...&lt;br /&gt;so i was appointed by the director&lt;br /&gt;cnt say no&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;HE did say we must do more work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;props&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed like an ez task initially&lt;br /&gt;started with the lion&lt;br /&gt;went on to the sampan the kampong&lt;br /&gt;then the british ship&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sec 1 boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec one boys were to be the ones dng the show&lt;br /&gt;as in they would be behind the screen holding the puppets&lt;br /&gt;so on sunday i met them&lt;br /&gt;had to train them&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;is it just boys?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just sec one boys&lt;br /&gt;i secretly want to believe its boys&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;as in&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;and so we started the training&lt;br /&gt;and the trying&lt;br /&gt;me together with manges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more props&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too plain&lt;br /&gt;so lots more props had to be done&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt do it by myself&lt;br /&gt;so had to recruit more ppl&lt;br /&gt;i called like 20 ppl i tink&lt;br /&gt;abi and achu, manges also helped call&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl came to help&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and we did more props&lt;br /&gt;then when everyone went home after dng&lt;br /&gt;we tried the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;and it was stll too plain&lt;br /&gt;sth was missing&lt;br /&gt;it needed more colour!&lt;br /&gt;and mind you, this is the eve of teh programme&lt;br /&gt;so at 12 midnite&lt;br /&gt;a decision is made that more has to be done&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go home and do it&lt;br /&gt;1 am - 5am&lt;br /&gt;rekha sits in here hall cutting and drawing out props&lt;br /&gt;she took nearly 1 1/2 hrs on the island alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family art time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed morning&lt;br /&gt;wit having barely 4 hrs of slp&lt;br /&gt;i face a situation&lt;br /&gt;the props aernt finished!&lt;br /&gt;and the performance is on like tat day!&lt;br /&gt;rekha&lt;br /&gt;being her&lt;br /&gt;PANIC&lt;br /&gt;and she starts work again&lt;br /&gt;buttttt&lt;br /&gt;shes got such lovely parents&lt;br /&gt;both her mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;sit down wit her&lt;br /&gt;and help her&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;thanks to them&lt;br /&gt;it was almost finished&lt;br /&gt;by the time she went to the temple at 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the actual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can i say&lt;br /&gt;i teared at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;the kids&lt;br /&gt;were so so so good&lt;br /&gt;and my wayng kulit boys&lt;br /&gt;were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;i should buy them chocolates&lt;br /&gt;the dance girls&lt;br /&gt;despite only having like 4 practices&lt;br /&gt;were soooo sweet&lt;br /&gt;and lovely&lt;br /&gt;the older boys who did the chorale reading&lt;br /&gt;they showed discipline and focusness completely thru their perfomance&lt;br /&gt;the finale item ppl&lt;br /&gt;made efforts to smile, sing along&lt;br /&gt;and they looked absolutely beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so so so proud of all of them&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling like some mad person&lt;br /&gt;i tell u&lt;br /&gt;we can put up a real production already&lt;br /&gt;oh and our multi media&lt;br /&gt;take of my hat to hamma aka, vijaya aka, and abi&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;looked sooooo good&lt;br /&gt;with lots of thanks to the master of directors, the director of the universe&lt;br /&gt;it was a splendid performance&lt;br /&gt;a pay off to everyones intense hard work and love fr His work&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat day itself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to today&lt;br /&gt;we are finally going to CHILL!&lt;br /&gt;no work&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no work&lt;br /&gt;(apart from cooking)&lt;br /&gt;just chill and chat&lt;br /&gt;sth we all love to do&lt;br /&gt;but havent done in a really long while&lt;br /&gt;sathsanging! cant wait for that&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;a good way to end hardwork&lt;br /&gt;of crs&lt;br /&gt;HE'l be there&lt;br /&gt;in his own way&lt;br /&gt;and He'l be chilling a long with us&lt;br /&gt;and acting invisible&lt;br /&gt;as we talk about Him&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;happy bdae s'pre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3140496055092753697?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3140496055092753697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-1834135310658636602</id><published>2007-08-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:08:09.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TSPC</title><content type='html'>yeap...today was the scholarship ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;it was ok&lt;br /&gt;got pretty nervous ..&lt;br /&gt;afraid that i would trip on my heels...&lt;br /&gt;trip fall and die... in front of all those ppl&lt;br /&gt;was interviewed by tamil murusu ... spoke in tamil&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;no lah&lt;br /&gt;spoke in english&lt;br /&gt;my parents and aunty sandra came  :)&lt;br /&gt;bumped into my sec 4 english teacher&lt;br /&gt;well actually she found me&lt;br /&gt;insisted that i go back to smss to teach&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;see how ...&lt;br /&gt;probably would want to go back there ...&lt;br /&gt;left the ceremony around 5&lt;br /&gt;went to eat&lt;br /&gt;so so hungry&lt;br /&gt;went to temple&lt;br /&gt;theres sooo much to do tomoro&lt;br /&gt;got to make new props for the nat day programme&lt;br /&gt;i neeed heelppppp plssssss&lt;br /&gt;any1 free?? 7 pm tomoro???&lt;br /&gt;pls feel free to jump in :)&lt;br /&gt;anw yar&lt;br /&gt;im quite waiting for the national day hols&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since we just slacked and chilled&lt;br /&gt;so looking forward to chilling all together and watching the parade&lt;br /&gt;its just been work work and work for the past couple of months&lt;br /&gt;tho its all good fun&lt;br /&gt;a break is high in demand im guessing&lt;br /&gt;and then a toast to the work&lt;br /&gt;all in His name&lt;br /&gt;:) cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-1834135310658636602?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-7264805651963523332</id><published>2007-08-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:03:04.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school :)</title><content type='html'>yeap&lt;br /&gt;officially a student of NUS - FASS&lt;br /&gt;went down todae with jivis&lt;br /&gt;did our registration&lt;br /&gt;got our matric card&lt;br /&gt;(we look like convicts on it)&lt;br /&gt;went for the CCA fair&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as the matric fair&lt;br /&gt;we signed up for loads of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;module bidding also started todae&lt;br /&gt;so we had to get that done&lt;br /&gt;it so so stressful&lt;br /&gt;and u dnt really know how to do it&lt;br /&gt;no one really gives u instuctions&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;ive done my bidding&lt;br /&gt;and i placed bids for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1101E : political science : introduction to political science :&lt;br /&gt;SC1101E : sociology : making sense of society&lt;br /&gt;SE1101E : southeast asian studies : southeast asia - a changing region&lt;br /&gt;EU1101E : History : making of contemporary europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ive got a bad sense tho, that im not really gng to get most of it...they're too high in demand,,oh well...we'll just leave it to Him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so schools starting next week. im glad. sad that due to some complicated reasons, i cant take my literature modules this semester...sighness....&lt;br /&gt;happy schs starting! triple yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  past couple of days since i got back...has been busy busy once again..preparing for uni in the afternoons....then of crs...more work to be done...so at the temple every nite... :) :)&lt;br /&gt;still higly happy..hope im this high next week, month..years to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2387107394594868594.post-5857538590610476688</id><published>2007-08-02T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:51:18.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on this journey of joy ...</title><content type='html'>on this journey of joy ...&lt;br /&gt;transformation is my goft of devotion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O i feel like dancing&lt;br /&gt;its foolishness i know&lt;br /&gt;but when the world has seen the lord&lt;br /&gt;they will dance with me&lt;br /&gt;like im dancing now&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i could sing of your love forver&lt;br /&gt;o lord&lt;br /&gt;i could sing of your love forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup....that simply describes my state of mind&lt;br /&gt;its weird&lt;br /&gt;how everything just stops in time&lt;br /&gt;upon that gaze&lt;br /&gt;upon that experience&lt;br /&gt;of bountiful love&lt;br /&gt;pure love&lt;br /&gt;happiness peace bliss&lt;br /&gt;dawns upon you&lt;br /&gt;you want to think of nothing else&lt;br /&gt;you wnat to experience noting else&lt;br /&gt;you want nothing else&lt;br /&gt;simply&lt;br /&gt;that recurrance&lt;br /&gt;of pure love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just hope&lt;br /&gt;pray&lt;br /&gt;and pray&lt;br /&gt;that i dont slide back to where i left from&lt;br /&gt;that i dont bring shame&lt;br /&gt;to this testimony of love&lt;br /&gt;that i dont disappoint&lt;br /&gt;his glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive got to work&lt;br /&gt;work and more work&lt;br /&gt;to remove any limits&lt;br /&gt;ive placed upon work&lt;br /&gt;work to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;work to justify&lt;br /&gt;work to transform&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;to present&lt;br /&gt;my gift of devotion&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time waste is life waste"&lt;br /&gt;no more wasting ime fr me!&lt;br /&gt;so got to cut loads of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;time must be used wisely now&lt;br /&gt;time must be used to do His work only&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;"time waste is life waste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5857538590610476688?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5857538590610476688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5857538590610476688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5857538590610476688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5857538590610476688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-this-journey-of-joy.html' title='on this journey of joy ...'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-2044041052266553913</id><published>2007-07-20T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:31:53.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre trip post</title><content type='html'>i'll be leaving like day after tomoro...&lt;br /&gt;WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;tats realllly fast&lt;br /&gt;actually its tomoro&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact tat now its past md nite&lt;br /&gt;im so so so consoled that jivis is cmming wit me&lt;br /&gt;and we both made solemn promises to each other&lt;br /&gt;that we wont ditch at all!!! we'll stick to each other like soulmates&lt;br /&gt;we need the support from each other larrsssssss&lt;br /&gt;and its funny enof&lt;br /&gt;that a lot of thoughts in our minds&lt;br /&gt;actually match&lt;br /&gt;as in they are the same!&lt;br /&gt;so we havent really lost that many many years of friendship&lt;br /&gt;have we jivs???&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;12 years&lt;br /&gt;and more to come&lt;br /&gt;yesh....12....we were besties frm the first day of p1 at ehv&lt;br /&gt;we had to play tis game..where u rmb the name of the person nxt to u&lt;br /&gt;till the next week&lt;br /&gt;and jivis and i happened to be next to each other&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;she saw sth in me i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...so enof of jivis...heh&lt;br /&gt;back to the trip proper&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;leaving this sat&lt;br /&gt;back on the 31st&lt;br /&gt;havent packed&lt;br /&gt;but im used to last minute packing&lt;br /&gt;theres been so much gng on&lt;br /&gt;the whole temple has been like transformed into like an arts school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in every room there are like zombified ppl cutting, painting, stitching, pasting&lt;br /&gt;y zombified??&lt;br /&gt;coz everyones like dng work till 1am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyday....&lt;br /&gt;yawns...&lt;br /&gt;we need to finish the exhibition stuff by friday..tats like todae..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro (friday) night&lt;br /&gt;abi, achu, shrania are staying over&lt;br /&gt;so that they can follow me to the airport the next morn&lt;br /&gt;have to be there at 5 AM!&lt;br /&gt;not planning to slp at all&lt;br /&gt;ordering pizza!&lt;br /&gt;and we'll stay awake thru k?&lt;br /&gt;my dearie anisha was supposed to stay too&lt;br /&gt;but shes not :(&lt;br /&gt;its ok dear!&lt;br /&gt;i'll call and wake u up at 5! frm the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i excited?&lt;br /&gt;of crs!&lt;br /&gt;am i scared???&lt;br /&gt;of crs!&lt;br /&gt;will i cry when i leave???&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;is this the first time i'll cry when i go away?&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;then how come i'll cry??&lt;br /&gt;coz dunnoe if i deserve this?scared?&lt;br /&gt;and ppl tat im used to going india with aernt going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get back.....&lt;br /&gt;i think things will be differnt&lt;br /&gt;in one sense, things will definitely be different&lt;br /&gt;a lot of EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;firstly&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS STARTING&lt;br /&gt;FINALLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY the holidays comming to an end&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;my brain is gng to explode&lt;br /&gt;yesh..i ACTUALLY wanna study&lt;br /&gt;anw its quite exciting...&lt;br /&gt;i will get to study all sorts of books&lt;br /&gt;frm like brit lit&lt;br /&gt;to like asian lit&lt;br /&gt;from like drama&lt;br /&gt;to film studies&lt;br /&gt;yeah...majoring it lit rawks!&lt;br /&gt;whoa...university mannnnn...no more uniforms&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like i just ended O levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing tat im really really really looking forward&lt;br /&gt;is the TSPC&lt;br /&gt;okok..speak english rekha&lt;br /&gt;it stands for&lt;br /&gt;teaching scholarship presentation ceremony&lt;br /&gt;u get to inivite only 3 ppl tho&lt;br /&gt;tat INCLUDES your parents&lt;br /&gt;and the other person&lt;br /&gt;has to be a teacher that inspired u...&lt;br /&gt;i invited a person who taugt me in a different way&lt;br /&gt;she didnt teach me in school&lt;br /&gt;but taught me at EHV&lt;br /&gt;but shes still a teacher by profession&lt;br /&gt;go guess....haha&lt;br /&gt;they make it sound really prestigious&lt;br /&gt;like the GOH is minister of edu himself&lt;br /&gt;and its at suntec ballroom&lt;br /&gt;but quite scary&lt;br /&gt;anw...i just have sth against the dress code&lt;br /&gt;its suffocating!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;long sleeve collared formal shirt&lt;br /&gt;and HEELS! argh.. OUCH... heels = ouch&lt;br /&gt;anw...still on my list of exciting things nontehless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel a bit sad tat i missed the uni camps&lt;br /&gt;espeacially the faculty of arts camp&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;hope O week is still fun in a way&lt;br /&gt;reunification with nathini !!!!&lt;br /&gt;after a painful 1 1/2 years of separation&lt;br /&gt;wish mel was wit us tho&lt;br /&gt;love them lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.anything else that i wanna say b4 i leave???&lt;br /&gt;errrrmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;to alll those staying behind::::&lt;br /&gt;rekha loves u lots&lt;br /&gt;and she'll call all of u as often as poss&lt;br /&gt;this includes&lt;br /&gt;anishaaaaa ... rania ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and abi achu,,,,&lt;br /&gt;faster come!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i tell u i'll jump for joy when i see u guys there on the 25th&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like saying this&lt;br /&gt;i love all of u&lt;br /&gt;as in all my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;love yew love yew love yew guys&lt;br /&gt;*muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all again in the 31st&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and those gng to sch wit me&lt;br /&gt;get geared up&lt;br /&gt;for exitement at its max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-2044041052266553913?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/2044041052266553913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=2044041052266553913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2044041052266553913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2044041052266553913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/pre-trip-post.html' title='pre trip post'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8049019171290652695</id><published>2007-07-17T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:55:24.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Desperado, why don't you come to your senses&lt;br /&gt;You've been out ridin' fences,&lt;br /&gt;for so long - now.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you're a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've got your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;These things that are pleasin'you&lt;br /&gt;Can hurt you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy&lt;br /&gt;She'll beat you if she's able.&lt;br /&gt;You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems to me, some fine things&lt;br /&gt;Have been laid upon your table.&lt;br /&gt;But you only want the ones&lt;br /&gt;That you can't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperado,&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh you aint getting no younger.&lt;br /&gt;Your pain and your hunger,&lt;br /&gt;They're driving you home.&lt;br /&gt;And freedom, ohh freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's just some people talking.&lt;br /&gt;Your prison is walking through this world all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell the night time from the day.&lt;br /&gt;And you're losing all your highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;aint it funny how the feeling goes&lt;br /&gt;away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperado,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come to your senses?&lt;br /&gt;come down from your fences, open the gate.&lt;br /&gt;It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.&lt;br /&gt;You better let somebody love you.&lt;br /&gt;(let sombody love you)&lt;br /&gt;You better let somebody love you...ohhh..hooo&lt;br /&gt;before it's too..oooo.. late.&lt;br /&gt;(the eageles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;everyone has a song to describe his or her feelings at some point .. a song that perfectly summarises her moments...her feelings.. her thinking...and yeah..this is the one for me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8049019171290652695?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-2398393454836402036</id><published>2007-07-15T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T08:49:15.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturdar</title><content type='html'>PART 1&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at abis place the day b4&lt;br /&gt;slept at 3&lt;br /&gt;woke at 5&lt;br /&gt;so basically 2hrs of slp&lt;br /&gt;damn tired&lt;br /&gt;went to airport&lt;br /&gt;send aunty nesam of&lt;br /&gt;left airport around 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 9 15&lt;br /&gt;met my second surety&lt;br /&gt;at 10 45&lt;br /&gt;went to moe&lt;br /&gt;sign papers&lt;br /&gt;yawnnnnsssssss&lt;br /&gt;but i got to spend time wit my second surety&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and we made each other laugh&lt;br /&gt;toking nonsense&lt;br /&gt;and yawning every 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt;left MOE around 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3&lt;br /&gt;met rania at causeway point&lt;br /&gt;yawns&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;suppose to watch thiru play hockey&lt;br /&gt;thank god tat was done away wit&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;(hehe..im so mean!)&lt;br /&gt;but he won... must be because of us..somehow&lt;br /&gt;so slacked at bb coffee bean wit rania&lt;br /&gt;yawns again&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;met two strange creatures&lt;br /&gt;they go by the names maran and jivis&lt;br /&gt;god bless my soul&lt;br /&gt;to have such strange friends..&lt;br /&gt;ahhh okok cannot be soo mean rekha&lt;br /&gt;anw..went to jp&lt;br /&gt;yesh&lt;br /&gt;JURONG POINT!&lt;br /&gt;a place tat reminds me of a sad past&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;soo far frm my place larrr...meanies!&lt;br /&gt;met 3 suspicious characters&lt;br /&gt;okok..i give chance ot shiva...he's not that suspicious&lt;br /&gt;played pool&lt;br /&gt;i must admit&lt;br /&gt;im damnnn good lar&lt;br /&gt;marans jealous&lt;br /&gt;sharania needs to buck up&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;then some hockey 'champion' joined us&lt;br /&gt;he looks weirrdddddd i tell u&lt;br /&gt;too goody goody&lt;br /&gt;and we all know thiru is not equal to good&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;aft all the poolin&lt;br /&gt;2 ditched us&lt;br /&gt;went to shivas place&lt;br /&gt;lets ignore the sad details of this part&lt;br /&gt;and hop on to the nice parts&lt;br /&gt;hanged around the pool area&lt;br /&gt;it was fun&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;left arnd 10 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;me wacking maran with my slipper&lt;br /&gt;cat fight with rania (i won)&lt;br /&gt;me being a wonderful pool player...heh&lt;br /&gt;me kicking thiru&lt;br /&gt;me pouring pool water on shiva&lt;br /&gt;i think he cried&lt;br /&gt;actually ...&lt;br /&gt;i tink rania and i made all the guys cry&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;rite rania???&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;they bowned down to us and agreed to bo our slaves&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;of crs rania took a lot of photos&lt;br /&gt;60 to be accurate&lt;br /&gt;but u noe wat&lt;br /&gt;im only in 20 of them&lt;br /&gt;hrmph!!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rpow11Qf_5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tQwhVmDaLw0/s1600-h/black.white.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rpow11Qf_5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tQwhVmDaLw0/s320/black.white.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087432430455881618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh... some1 helppp me!!!!haha luv yew rania! (*puke*) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RppAcFQf_6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZXVtJk_o5wk/s1600-h/shock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RppAcFQf_6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZXVtJk_o5wk/s320/shock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087449580260294562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocked!horrorS! we must have seen one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RppBA1Qf_7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kw1AoMGbN0U/s1600-h/14ul3%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2398393454836402036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2398393454836402036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturdar.html' title='saturdar'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rpow11Qf_5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tQwhVmDaLw0/s72-c/black.white.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-8472164152355379921</id><published>2007-07-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:08:42.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at my low</title><content type='html'>my grandmas in hospital again&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;tho she seems fine&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when shes there&lt;br /&gt;it makes me scared&lt;br /&gt;scared to think that someday&lt;br /&gt;maybe soon&lt;br /&gt;she'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it when ppl talk and say&lt;br /&gt;tat day seems to be comming&lt;br /&gt;for shes been too hurt my her sons death last year&lt;br /&gt;my uncle&lt;br /&gt;and hurt at this age&lt;br /&gt;is a strong trigger&lt;br /&gt;for ones own departure&lt;br /&gt;and its times like that&lt;br /&gt;when i hate myslef&lt;br /&gt;for not being able to speak tamil&lt;br /&gt;for tho its clear that we love each other&lt;br /&gt;the love isnt expressed to its fullest&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it up to her in my next life&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll just enjoy being with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today&lt;br /&gt;a reminder of a certain moment&lt;br /&gt;a moment of hurt&lt;br /&gt;became so clear&lt;br /&gt;that i started hurting again&lt;br /&gt;and tho i said moments always pass&lt;br /&gt;i have a strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;that some just are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;and tho the pain will eventually go&lt;br /&gt;it will still lay in me&lt;br /&gt;deep within&lt;br /&gt;but in me nontheless&lt;br /&gt;the most hurting of all :&lt;br /&gt;im powerless&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything&lt;br /&gt;and cant talk no more&lt;br /&gt;cant talk to anyone&lt;br /&gt;coz no one can make the pain go away&lt;br /&gt;so whats there to do?&lt;br /&gt;cry...cry it all out...&lt;br /&gt;the flow  tears somehow help&lt;br /&gt;coz once u push all the sadness out of u&lt;br /&gt;it kind of leaves more room&lt;br /&gt;for joy and satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;and it leaves more opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to forget&lt;br /&gt;and leave what needs to be left in the past&lt;br /&gt;and to run far away form it&lt;br /&gt;never looking back&lt;br /&gt;run till its out of sight&lt;br /&gt;and no longer matters&lt;br /&gt;no longer part of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8472164152355379921?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8472164152355379921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8472164152355379921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8472164152355379921'/><link rel='self' 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sooo....clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what didi i do in the day?&lt;br /&gt;mainly :&lt;br /&gt;1) went for lunch with mummy/naina&lt;br /&gt;2) slack at home&lt;br /&gt;3) met aunty sandra and abi at toa payoh to eat/drink&lt;br /&gt;4) temple post-wedding clearing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the post weddng clearing up was really something. it was disgusting! seriously, the place was in a mess! and it was so so so smelly. this was the first time that the place was so smelly and only 6 of us to clear the whole place and set up for friday,,,but we did it...of course with much laughter..what with uncle sunthar and all his stories.....so it was a tiring task...but a joyful one nontheless.. :) (but i came out stinking like the room!ewwwwwww) so we managed to make it look sparkling clean...and nice smelling... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. thats all i did todae. i loveeee days like that. so simple. yet it ends with a bang...i just sailed thru the day...pure simple fun. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw..just FYI, i did come home and have a nice long shower. and now as im blogging, i smell of johnson and johnson baby bath foam... yay!!!!!!!! i smell good...smell me!!!!!!!... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-160505660949798386?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/160505660949798386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=160505660949798386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/160505660949798386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/160505660949798386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/simple-fun.html' title='simple fun'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8644761433161519535</id><published>2007-07-09T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:43:30.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see- saw</title><content type='html'>see-saw&lt;br /&gt;up and down&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, she told me, shes gotten so used to life that everytime shes sad or angry, she'l remind herslef that it'll be better soon...coz its like tat u see...u can be soo sad one day...but its definite that that moment will surely pass...and a joyous happy moment will eventually crop up...so if u look at it that way..life just becomes life..a matter of getting used to...like a see-saw...you wont stay down forever...at some point, u will be on the 'up' side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my 'emo' post tat i wrote 2 days ago...and you know what..its amazing how i feel sooo detatched from it at this moment...at that moment when i was writing it...tehre was sooo much anger..i wonder where all that anger disappeared to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda figured...the next time im angry or sad..i just have to do what she does...remind myself that its just another moment in time ... and it will pass...and another moemtn..either a happy one or anotehr sad one will take its place...basically the lesson is...no moment is permanent..so y let any moment affect you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is made up of all these little 'moment' pakages&lt;br /&gt;a package gets delivered to you with each breath u take&lt;br /&gt;the trick comes in rising above these packages&lt;br /&gt;to open them up&lt;br /&gt;and face whatever is inside with His name on your lip&lt;br /&gt;and courage in your heart&lt;br /&gt;the packages arent life&lt;br /&gt;the moments arent life&lt;br /&gt;life is beyond each moment&lt;br /&gt;its a bigger more significant picture&lt;br /&gt;and our job is to find that true meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;to look beyond individual moments...&lt;br /&gt;to trust Him...&lt;br /&gt;to trust that each package he gives you if for your good&lt;br /&gt;this is the dummys guide to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could stick to that little solution&lt;br /&gt;oh how happy life would be&lt;br /&gt;tyr try and try&lt;br /&gt;trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8644761433161519535?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8644761433161519535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8644761433161519535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8644761433161519535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8644761433161519535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/see-saw.html' title='see- saw'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-2910853363154123870</id><published>2007-07-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:51:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yawnssss</title><content type='html'>yeap. it was a super super tiring day. firstly i went to bed so late then couldnt get out of bed. but i had to coz i had to be at the temple by 11+...soooo..rush rush rush rush....went to get stuff ready for class...then later on aunty sandra, hemma and me were cutting papers till we seriously went mad..and we left the temple only at 2 50...reached the school at like 3 10...class started!!!!!...and me..NOT CHANGED....rush rush rush....and the stupid toilet didnt have a mirror...what a disaster....so i also looked like a disaster thru the day...sighsss..my hair was in a mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good day nontheless...a great first lesson...everyone was high...even while we were preparing for class...we were crazy...aunty sandra la...super funny..and in class...tho i hardly spoke a word enjoyed myelf...coz i could see tat the girls were really enjoying themselves...it was all so perfect...as usual...:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of it all...im so so so tired....splitting headache....but oh so happy and contented...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-2910853363154123870?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/2910853363154123870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=2910853363154123870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2910853363154123870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2910853363154123870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/yawnssss.html' title='yawnssss'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-2248170194497975038</id><published>2007-07-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:15:47.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scream.run. scream</title><content type='html'>urgh&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not useless&lt;br /&gt;im not some girly piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make mistakes???&lt;br /&gt;so??&lt;br /&gt;an no im not dimwitted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;be pissed?&lt;br /&gt;be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;in silence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously&lt;br /&gt;im not an innocent crappy idiot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;im not INNOCENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like running away&lt;br /&gt;any1 wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;run and run and run&lt;br /&gt;to somewhere really far&lt;br /&gt;and find out who i am&lt;br /&gt;disappear to discover&lt;br /&gt;and then come back&lt;br /&gt;a person no one would hate&lt;br /&gt;a person i wont hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my heads all noisy&lt;br /&gt;really noisy&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to silence it&lt;br /&gt;its just getting worst&lt;br /&gt;all the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;god knows where they come from&lt;br /&gt;theres no more space in my mind&lt;br /&gt;yet these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;they keep comming&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;shuttup!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;till its silent&lt;br /&gt;both outside and inside&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;is the end drawing near?&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;im fed up&lt;br /&gt;im fed up with trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;im fed up with falling and falling&lt;br /&gt;with disappointing everyone&lt;br /&gt;with hurting- me and others&lt;br /&gt;with being confused&lt;br /&gt;with wanting waht isnt needed&lt;br /&gt;with making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;with not pleasing him...&lt;br /&gt;and im tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-2248170194497975038?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-7035863215912247015</id><published>2007-07-04T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:50:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unthinkable change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;since 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;its been our identity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we are proud of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ask any one of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we wore it with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stood up for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;even when it was put down by the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so many proud smss girls wrote in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes, and im too proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that i wore it for ten straight years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HOW CAN THEY CHANGE IT NOW!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;its unthinkable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;its sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how can you cange the st margarets uniform?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;harrr???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;huh?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yup. the smss uni is gng to be changed. well thankfully, the polka dots remain. but still???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;its been the uniform since 1974. one of the first proper uniforms of singapore schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i suddenly miss our late principal, mrs caroline lee. she would never change the uniform. she carried the smss identity as much as we did. God bless her soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;from one piece to two piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;knee length to above knee length skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fake tie to real tie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ok so maybe it would look nicer...but NO...it still cant be changed. calling all ex students to petition!!!!! someone come up with a petition FAST...i know we were toking bout it, but now we have to go beyond talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everyone knew a smss girl when they saw one. they couldnt miss us. be it when we went down to town or took a short ride to the nearby hollad V......but we were proud that ppl knew that we were from smss....coz we knew what life there meant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"for charity, patience, devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;let's be known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;these qualities St Margaret's shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;on this our school has grown"..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013606307214450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rop98ahrNHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oTswBtO-4vw/s320/smss+tedddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-7035863215912247015?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/7035863215912247015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=7035863215912247015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7035863215912247015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7035863215912247015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/unthinkable-change.html' title='unthinkable change'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rop98ahrNHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oTswBtO-4vw/s72-c/smss+tedddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-4973962283267995790</id><published>2007-07-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:48:11.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap, i know normal human beings would go shopping while the GSS is still on...but is rekha normal...nooooooo....so she goes after the GSS....yipeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so amidst all the t shirts/blouses/pants/shoes....what do i get????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drum roll pls.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my torquoise blue nike bag!!!! YAY...ive been eyeing it for a few weeks now whenever i pass by the nike outlet at novena...yes....im half the time at novena...but pls dont go find me...no matter how desperate you are to spend time with me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082625714925810770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RokdKKhrNFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MwYzFAzkK6k/s200/nike+bag+1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now this i must say...guess who eyed this bag with me..yes, none other than my dear anisha..since half the time shes also at novena, but not like any of you want to go find her rite?? anw, back to the point, tho we both were eyeing it TOGETHER, the harsh reality of life is that only ONE of us can buy it...main reason is coz its simply dunb to carry the same bag...yes yes, we do wear the same pair of earring, have the same bottle, but bag??uhuh, no wayyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, since only one of us can buy it,, it means whoever gets to it first has it...and yes,,,, who got to it first...weeeeeeeee,,,,,,ME!.....plus, im done with A's and when ur done with A's, ppl, like my mum, give gifts!!!.. sorry dear...sit for your A's first k..then u can get all the bags in the worldddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082625908199339106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RokdVahrNGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8mzXNn-VLEk/s200/nike+bag+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to call her when i was buying..and i was like 'guess what??',,and she was like...'your buying the bag riteeeee..grrrr"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry kiddo! i have to be mean once in awhile, you have to balance everything in life.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I STILL LOVE YOU anisha dearie!!!!!!!we wear crown earrings this friday k??????and we'll roam the streets together and hen go for bhajans, all with the same pair of earrings!!!! :)&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/2387107394594868594-4973962283267995790?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/4973962283267995790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=4973962283267995790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4973962283267995790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4973962283267995790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/shopping.html' title='shopping :)'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RokdKKhrNFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MwYzFAzkK6k/s72-c/nike+bag+1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-211517478160633081</id><published>2007-07-01T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:44:21.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my promise</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder&lt;br /&gt;wat would life be w/o you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i seem like i take you for granted?&lt;br /&gt;does it look like i dont value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if today,&lt;br /&gt;this day&lt;br /&gt;i make make a promise&lt;br /&gt;a promise that would ensure you&lt;br /&gt;coutless moments of support&lt;br /&gt;a lifelong contract of friendship&lt;br /&gt;truckloads of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to break this promise&lt;br /&gt;i would hate myself forever&lt;br /&gt;for it would show that im a horrid person&lt;br /&gt;and with that said, i swear never to break this promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for all the times i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for not paying attention to your love for me&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for throwing my anger on you at times&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for giving in to my temper&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being blind to your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;at times&lt;br /&gt;for my ridiculous TEMPER&lt;br /&gt;i get angry&lt;br /&gt;and i let anger take over me&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it&lt;br /&gt;when i use it as an excuse to hurt those i love&lt;br /&gt;and im gng to be more aware now&lt;br /&gt;for im not willing to allow my anger&lt;br /&gt;to me the cause of me losing u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there forever&lt;br /&gt;in no matter what circumstance&lt;br /&gt;i'll compromise&lt;br /&gt;and i'll love&lt;br /&gt;i'll support&lt;br /&gt;and i'll comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a little note that i write&lt;br /&gt;to pave way for a future&lt;br /&gt;where our friendship will grow stronger than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were sent into my life&lt;br /&gt;so that i can appreciate things that i never saw&lt;br /&gt;selfess love&lt;br /&gt;endless support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lie behind the phrase&lt;br /&gt;'blood is thicker than water.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 july 2007&lt;br /&gt;a promise i make&lt;br /&gt;to a special friendship.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-211517478160633081?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/211517478160633081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=211517478160633081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/211517478160633081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/211517478160633081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-promise.html' title='my promise'/><author><name>Thought 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decide&lt;br /&gt;and choose&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;i think your right&lt;br /&gt;i think shes right&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been choosing a lot this year&lt;br /&gt;without knowing much&lt;br /&gt;this year has been a year'&lt;br /&gt;of many 'first times'&lt;br /&gt;and these 'first times'&lt;br /&gt;aernt exactly things that im proud of&lt;br /&gt;have i decided who am i?&lt;br /&gt;or am i far from deciding?&lt;br /&gt;am i still on the fence?&lt;br /&gt;knowing where i want to go&lt;br /&gt;yet somehow resisting&lt;br /&gt;knowing who i want to be&lt;br /&gt;yet postponing the full realisation......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is that time going to come?&lt;br /&gt;when am i going to confidently say who i am&lt;br /&gt;to decide and to believe&lt;br /&gt;fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its got to be soon&lt;br /&gt;that i know&lt;br /&gt;for too much waiting&lt;br /&gt;is going to hurt me eventually&lt;br /&gt;if its His work  i want&lt;br /&gt;then i better choose it&lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;if its His servant i want to be&lt;br /&gt;than i better become it&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared&lt;br /&gt;and getting more scared each day&lt;br /&gt;will i ever stray too far&lt;br /&gt;too far to turn back&lt;br /&gt;too far to be pulled back&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;will i ever decide?&lt;br /&gt;once and for all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-535040862973495847?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/535040862973495847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=535040862973495847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i need to go for a run!!!&lt;br /&gt;so the very next day after the SRKT charity dinner was sai prahlaths bdae party!!!!and yess,, food food and more food...the danger of buffets!....it was a fun time...but it seemed like rania and me were the only camwhores..we need to influence m&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn8zy9LdbRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7oMc2yfjJew/s1600-h/hat+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079835855206313234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn8zy9LdbRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7oMc2yfjJew/s320/hat+fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ore ppl...heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAT FIGHT!!!!!.....uncle prem up to his craziness...hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn81INLdbUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/S7RtuhMUl-M/s1600-h/bdae+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837319790161218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn81INLdbUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/S7RtuhMUl-M/s320/bdae+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually we became fascinated by the hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn81VNLdbVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kbSFqlD4jlo/s1600-h/sai+prahalath.+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079837543128460626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn81VNLdbVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kbSFqlD4jlo/s320/sai+prahalath.+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn83HtLdbWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zhNMaBFv5WI/s1600-h/aunty+usha+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079839510223482210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn83HtLdbWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zhNMaBFv5WI/s320/aunty+usha+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and aunty usha.. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the very next day after that dinner...was another dinner in celebration of uncle sunthars bdae (26 june)...at quality hotel....chinese vegetarian BUFFET!!! yessss...BUFFET....uhoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw that was really really really fun!!!!!!....crazy...and i love crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn84ENLdbXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/p7iWcUIUbjA/s1600-h/birthdae+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079840549605567858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn84ENLdbXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/p7iWcUIUbjA/s320/birthdae+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing to sing the bdae song to our dearest uncle sunthar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn84ddLdbYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5jis3MUUziQ/s1600-h/birthdae+song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079840983397264770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn84ddLdbYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5jis3MUUziQ/s320/birthdae+song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sing..."happy bdae to u, happy bdae to u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn85bNLdbaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XebYqYLYB-E/s1600-h/pose..dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079842044254186914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn85bNLdbaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XebYqYLYB-E/s320/pose..dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence of pigging out...yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn85ytLdbbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d2fUNwgXI1g/s1600-h/pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079842447981112754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn85ytLdbbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d2fUNwgXI1g/s320/pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love them lots! :)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn86EtLdbcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ULWxYoWr5RQ/s1600-h/aunty+usha.hemma+aka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079842757218758082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn86EtLdbcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ULWxYoWr5RQ/s320/aunty+usha.hemma+aka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. aunty usha. hemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn86ctLdbdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Av4rUzTu4To/s1600-h/group+shot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843169535618514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn86ctLdbdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Av4rUzTu4To/s320/group+shot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one final pic to end a happy day.. SMILE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-2222611849123273736?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/2222611849123273736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=2222611849123273736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2222611849123273736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2222611849123273736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/dinners.html' title='dinners!!!!!'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rn8zy9LdbRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7oMc2yfjJew/s72-c/hat+fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-6624306853532232337</id><published>2007-06-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:38:15.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks :)</title><content type='html'>22.06.07&lt;br /&gt;the day i took out my dreams&lt;br /&gt;from the pits of my heart&lt;br /&gt;unfolded them&lt;br /&gt;let them fly&lt;br /&gt;to become a reality&lt;br /&gt;once dreams&lt;br /&gt;folded squares&lt;br /&gt;now reality&lt;br /&gt;real happiness&lt;br /&gt;let to grow&lt;br /&gt;let to become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i judged you&lt;br /&gt;hid you away&lt;br /&gt;struggled to trust&lt;br /&gt;but i knew you were there&lt;br /&gt;for u loved me&lt;br /&gt;for you love me&lt;br /&gt;and now in all my joy&lt;br /&gt;i will glorify&lt;br /&gt;and praise&lt;br /&gt;for its you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl to thank&lt;br /&gt;mum, naina (dad), ana (bro) : for the countless nites of praying for me, for sharing my disappointment, fr being there, for driving around to run errands, for calling all the contacts, for communicating, for loving, fro putting up with my temper and bad moods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty ranga: for going all out to do all she could, for getting me a back up plan, for being there&lt;br /&gt;aunty sandra, aunty usha, uncle sunthar: for being a pillar of support from the very beggining,for countless days of comfort, for keeping me in their prayers everyday, for understanding, for listening&lt;br /&gt;everyone else in the centre: hugs, smiles, support, comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nirmala pathey (aunty): for doing what she could in her power, going all out to push, for her re-assurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anisha, abi, achu: for being the bestest friends, showering me with comfort..for being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin (anishas tutor): for doing what he could in his power despite me being a mere stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(centre friends) sharania, shiva,niva, thiru, jivs: for advice, for consolation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(school friends) stace, kez, nanthini, esther, clement: for support, for consolation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM...: for putting me thru this for a good reason that i shalll understand soon...for loving me unconditionally despite my anger directed to Him..for..love, love, love&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/2387107394594868594-6624306853532232337?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6624306853532232337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6624306853532232337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6624306853532232337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6624306853532232337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks.html' title='thanks :)'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-4494718247099737197</id><published>2007-06-22T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:02:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRKT charity dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvjS9LdbQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UxTAbr1pw-8/s1600-h/srkt.ranga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvjS9LdbQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UxTAbr1pw-8/s200/srkt.ranga.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902919590145282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvjHNLdbPI/AAAAAAAAAII/SPccnl3gvW8/s1600-h/srkt.vasantha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvjHNLdbPI/AAAAAAAAAII/SPccnl3gvW8/s200/srkt.vasantha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902717726682354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rnvi7dLdbNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/15ymiD-eZ4E/s1600-h/srkt.usha2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rnvi7dLdbNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/15ymiD-eZ4E/s200/srkt.usha2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902515863219410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvjB9LdbOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0RuLHY8y9Ws/s1600-h/srkt.yamini+and+saras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvjB9LdbOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0RuLHY8y9Ws/s200/srkt.yamini+and+saras.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902627532369122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvikNLdbKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zfFGioQR_IY/s1600-h/srkt.achu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvikNLdbKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zfFGioQR_IY/s200/srkt.achu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902116431260834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvitdLdbLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FldCubRW6AU/s1600-h/srkt.prem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvitdLdbLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FldCubRW6AU/s200/srkt.prem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902275345050802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvidtLdbJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z5nG02svVrw/s1600-h/srkt.hemma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnvidtLdbJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z5nG02svVrw/s200/srkt.hemma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902004762111122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnviytLdbMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/K70-l11t8S4/s1600-h/srkt.sandra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnviytLdbMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/K70-l11t8S4/s200/srkt.sandra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078902365539364034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnviUNLdbII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EtvFeronvJM/s1600-h/srkt.mirror.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnviUNLdbII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EtvFeronvJM/s200/srkt.mirror.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078901841553353858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the reason why i love them sooo much??&lt;br /&gt;coz they have left lasting smiles in my heart&lt;br /&gt;lasting happiness in my journeys to come&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-4494718247099737197?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/4494718247099737197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=4494718247099737197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4494718247099737197'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>yes yes, a repetition of  two blogs&lt;br /&gt;but give some chance lah...to express my zoomongous feeling in my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where: everyones (everyone who came excluding me) ancestral area, country of origin&lt;br /&gt;who: strange creatures of the wild with the names - sharania, uma, sai, shiva, thiru, kumaran, jj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was initiated by sharania...i wanted to go to the zoo too! then i get a call from her- an invitation to her home and the home of all her friends!...they were sooo generous when i visited their home...took me on a complete tour, where i got so see some of their real forms -&gt; orang utan (sharania) , pigs (shiva)...ect ect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after they showed me their side of the world, i showed them my more civilized side..introduced all of them to a civilized game called pool...they were sooo excited to see sth sooo different (hehehehehehe)...so i taught them the game, since i am after all the best in it....&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...okok..rekha, dnt lie, its bad for health. well, the truth..i suck at pool!!!!!! but im not the only one who sucks...thiru is baddddd too. so we decided to determine whos the ultimate loser at the game...and i shall proudly announce its not me...!!!!! i beat him! yay (sorry, i just had to boost my ego a bit..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlJndLdbBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ycrPrFQltt0/s1600-h/zoo.chains.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlJndLdbBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ycrPrFQltt0/s320/zoo.chains.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078170997033364498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were jealous that the animals got to live behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlHHNLda7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kdZ6pJRwnCQ/s1600-h/zoo.dead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlHHNLda7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kdZ6pJRwnCQ/s320/zoo.dead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078168243959327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all survived the insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlHe9Lda8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ktaa3pMs188/s1600-h/zoo.group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlHe9Lda8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ktaa3pMs188/s320/zoo.group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078168651981220802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlH3dLda9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/M_tiYLWFHLs/s1600-h/zoo.group4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlH3dLda9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/M_tiYLWFHLs/s320/zoo.group4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078169072888015826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when we actually do look normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlISdLda-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0DkJ1NaOKHg/s1600-h/zoo.pose+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlISdLda-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0DkJ1NaOKHg/s320/zoo.pose+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078169536744483810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like im a some goddess: shiva and rabia are my guarding animals amd thirus worshippin me. :) all hail rekha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlItdLda_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/hBy0386JX78/s1600-h/zoo.thiru+sai+and+jj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlItdLda_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/hBy0386JX78/s320/zoo.thiru+sai+and+jj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078170000600951794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeekzzzz!! eww (hehe..i like being mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlJINLdbAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yVx7cKfAWqM/s1600-h/zoo.rania+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlJINLdbAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yVx7cKfAWqM/s320/zoo.rania+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078170460162452482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sophisticated (front), the unsophisticated (back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlKLNLdbCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9MHNG7GymHs/s1600-h/zoo.horse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlKLNLdbCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9MHNG7GymHs/s320/zoo.horse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078171611213687842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEE HORSES! my most fav animal in the whole wide world! was suppose to learn horse back riding this hols....where did all my moneyy gooooo???? sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlLkNLdbDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rxg1VG-0BXk/s1600-h/chimp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlLkNLdbDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rxg1VG-0BXk/s320/chimp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078173140222045234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirus way of showing gratitude...sighhh....kids these days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5011928155211664258?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5011928155211664258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5011928155211664258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5011928155211664258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5011928155211664258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/zoomongous-mania.html' title='zoomongous mania'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnlJndLdbBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ycrPrFQltt0/s72-c/zoo.chains.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-3061252747902049593</id><published>2007-06-17T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:24:51.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnUz1tLdawI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UF65IEI-lZs/s1600-h/wed.me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnUz1tLdawI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UF65IEI-lZs/s200/wed.me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021152683846402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0AtLdayI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QZ-X7mz5bq4/s1600-h/wed.me+and+ana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0AtLdayI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QZ-X7mz5bq4/s200/wed.me+and+ana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021341662407458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0XdLda0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/zZX3JvHt7K4/s1600-h/wed.naina+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0XdLda0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/zZX3JvHt7K4/s200/wed.naina+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021732504431426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU169Lda4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kaU8l9trC7U/s1600-h/wed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU169Lda4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kaU8l9trC7U/s200/wed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077023441901415298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnUz7dLdaxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZWKZ8hH2LFs/s1600-h/familia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnUz7dLdaxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZWKZ8hH2LFs/s200/familia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021251468094226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0m9Lda2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wnf-4ty9xok/s1600-h/wed.shaneni+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0m9Lda2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wnf-4ty9xok/s200/wed.shaneni+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021998792403810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0ftLda1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVABO1-Okv0/s1600-h/wed.me+and+shameni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0ftLda1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xVABO1-Okv0/s200/wed.me+and+shameni.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077021874238352210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0xtLda3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WAunqYRo9I/s1600-h/wed.mum+and+shameni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnU0xtLda3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WAunqYRo9I/s200/wed.mum+and+shameni.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077022183475997554" 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/2387107394594868594-3061252747902049593?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3061252747902049593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3061252747902049593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3061252747902049593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3061252747902049593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-morning.html' title='sunday morning'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RnUz1tLdawI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UF65IEI-lZs/s72-c/wed.me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-6479264266583530460</id><published>2007-06-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:13:28.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast</title><content type='html'>16.06.07&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm-12am&lt;br /&gt;east coast park&lt;br /&gt;me.abi.achu.hemma aka.&lt;br /&gt;aunty sandra.arul anne.manges aka.my bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 1:&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;water rats&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;subway&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part2:&lt;br /&gt;rain rain go away&lt;br /&gt;come again another day&lt;br /&gt;we want to play&lt;br /&gt;at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;cold....brrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;shelter&lt;br /&gt;macs&lt;br /&gt;milo&lt;br /&gt;fries&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6479264266583530460?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6479264266583530460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6479264266583530460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6479264266583530460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6479264266583530460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/east-coast.html' title='east coast'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6809177572602227910</id><published>2007-06-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:55:52.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nilaak kaaygiradhu</title><content type='html'>i love this song!! for those who have been following my blog, you would have seen in an earlier post that i had learnt the first two stanzas. but gess wat, ive learnt the whole song now! and yes, i do sound like an indian ok! i made sure my pronunciation is quite rite. u know waht i did, i sung the whole thing, recorded it in my phone, and listened to myself. good news: it does sound like an indian song and im singing it right. bad news: i sound like a kid!!!!u know those disney cartoons...little little mermaid..yes i sound like tat. i rmb diana said the same thing when i had to sing for our drama. :( sobs....i must try to force myslef to sound more mature...help!!!!!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;nilaak kaaygiradhu naeram thaeygiradhu yaarum rasikkavillaiyae&lt;br /&gt;   indhak kangal mattum unnaik kaanum&lt;br /&gt;   thenral poaginradhu soalai sirikkinradhu yaarum sugikkavillaiyae&lt;br /&gt;   indhak kaigal mattum unnaith theendum&lt;br /&gt;   kaatru veesum veyyil kaayum kaayum adhil maatram aedhum illaiyae&lt;br /&gt;   aaaaaa...vaanum mannum nammai vaazhach chollum andha vaazhththu&lt;br /&gt;   oayavillai&lt;br /&gt;   enrenrum vaanil&lt;br /&gt;   (nilaak)&lt;br /&gt;   adhoa poaginradhu kaanal maegam mazhaiyai kaanavillaiyae&lt;br /&gt;   idhoa kaetkinradhu kuyilin soagam isaiyum kaetkavillaiyae&lt;br /&gt;   indha bhoomiyae poovanam endhan poovidhazh sarugudhae&lt;br /&gt;   indha vaazhkaiyae seedhanam adhil jeevanae thaeyudhae&lt;br /&gt;   (nilaak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6809177572602227910?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6809177572602227910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6809177572602227910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6809177572602227910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6809177572602227910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/nilaak-kaaygiradhu.html' title='nilaak kaaygiradhu'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3430000204464999974</id><published>2007-06-14T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:28:34.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>k know i havent blogged in while. Frankly, i lost mood. Dunnoe y.but let just run thru all the things that i did this week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;temple washing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but got cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;meeting for JOY booklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;slack with rania and sham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;play and adore vishwar and vishvini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;slack and plan with ani, achu, arul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;try drums: i suck! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;talk crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;LAUGH A LOT :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;some sort asthma attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;east coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;with: abi, aunty sandra, some of the girls: vinee, lavens, darshini,jayanthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;cycling, acting crazy with vinee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;long bus ride with abi and aunty sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;slack at bis wit the 2 of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;chat, laugh : Fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;underlying message: not much chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cry cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;novena church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cry cry cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;puffed panda eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cry cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sleepless night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;black ringed eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;compose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;time wit mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;dvd's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2387107394594868594-3430000204464999974?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3430000204464999974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3430000204464999974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3430000204464999974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3430000204464999974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-7078246757648356930</id><published>2007-06-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:50:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes and Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;DREAMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;an inauthentic, false sense of security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A brief interlude between the reality of the past and the reality of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a pretense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HOPE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a temporary garment of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;self affirmation of detatchment from worry and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been forced to hide both away.&lt;br /&gt;both my hope and dreams&lt;br /&gt;i have folded them into little squares&lt;br /&gt;stacked them neatly at the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;in the pits of my heart&lt;br /&gt;for they dont matter no more&lt;br /&gt;they dont carve my future&lt;br /&gt;they are little specks that obstruct&lt;br /&gt;reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they force me to cling on&lt;br /&gt;to my desires&lt;br /&gt;to what I want&lt;br /&gt;and in the process&lt;br /&gt;push me to forget&lt;br /&gt;that its not about&lt;br /&gt;what i want&lt;br /&gt;but what HE wants for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declaration&lt;br /&gt;Hopes and Dreams aside&lt;br /&gt;'You take the lead. I trust You'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-7078246757648356930?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/7078246757648356930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=7078246757648356930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7078246757648356930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7078246757648356930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/hopes-and-dreams.html' title='Hopes and Dreams'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8877188851076075410</id><published>2007-06-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:00:50.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aye He's here</title><content type='html'>And i'll look up at the skies&lt;br /&gt;such splendour&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say&lt;br /&gt;aye, He's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll look at the trees&lt;br /&gt;a strange contrast&lt;br /&gt;against the  condemnation&lt;br /&gt;of mens creation&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say&lt;br /&gt;aye, He's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll look towards white curls&lt;br /&gt;the waves embracing the rocks&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say&lt;br /&gt;aye, He's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll look beside me&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness stings&lt;br /&gt;and i'll ask&lt;br /&gt;where is He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll reply and say:&lt;br /&gt;give me your hand&lt;br /&gt;and you will feel my presence&lt;br /&gt;right here&lt;br /&gt;embrace my love&lt;br /&gt;my support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's getting louder&lt;br /&gt;but I'm getting further&lt;br /&gt;and further&lt;br /&gt;and i'll drown in my anger&lt;br /&gt;engulfed&lt;br /&gt;by soul eating mites&lt;br /&gt;known as fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will i say&lt;br /&gt;aye, I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;or shall it be&lt;br /&gt;aye, He's here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my decision to make&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8877188851076075410?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-3776019678843118413</id><published>2007-06-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:57:26.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope + surrender</title><content type='html'>went to the deans office today&lt;br /&gt;with niva&lt;br /&gt;anisha tagged along&lt;br /&gt;like some pet rat (hehe..sorry dear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest thing was that the lady at the desk&lt;br /&gt;was shocked herself..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and if shes shocked.&lt;br /&gt;(she works there!)&lt;br /&gt;seriously what bout me&lt;br /&gt;but im glad&lt;br /&gt;theres a lot of hope in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with hope&lt;br /&gt;comes believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;i was doing a bit of thinking&lt;br /&gt;(more thinking than tears todae! :) )&lt;br /&gt;if this is really a test of faith&lt;br /&gt;do i wanna fail??&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;i would want Him to know that&lt;br /&gt;my faiths unwavering&lt;br /&gt;so far&lt;br /&gt;ive failed&lt;br /&gt;but its never too late&lt;br /&gt;so ive changed my whole perspective&lt;br /&gt;altho im still upset&lt;br /&gt;im gng to make an effort to&lt;br /&gt;SURRENDER&lt;br /&gt;and just leave everything at His feet&lt;br /&gt;for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God is so BIG, so STRONG and so MIGHTY, my God can do anything for me, for me!"&lt;br /&gt;(this was my favourite song in primary school..got actions to it too..hehe..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3776019678843118413?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3776019678843118413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-8625791062249746725</id><published>2007-06-04T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:04:48.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>4 ppl think its a mistake&lt;br /&gt;one of which is a prof at nus&lt;br /&gt;another one used to lecture there&lt;br /&gt;if it really is&lt;br /&gt;then good&lt;br /&gt;it'll all be solved sooner than i thought it would&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;i'll be so mad with them&lt;br /&gt;which i already am lah&lt;br /&gt;just that im capable of gettting more angry&lt;br /&gt;im dead serious bout stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i nice convo with a friend&lt;br /&gt;a good fren&lt;br /&gt;whos already there&lt;br /&gt;told her how i never expected to be this affected&lt;br /&gt;told her how i feel so utterly down&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her would she be?&lt;br /&gt;coz i know ppl have told me to move on from the emotions&lt;br /&gt;some have said im getting too stuck in it&lt;br /&gt;some have even used the phrase 'self sympathy'&lt;br /&gt;and she assured me&lt;br /&gt;all these emotions&lt;br /&gt;were normal&lt;br /&gt;that she too would have felt like that&lt;br /&gt;even now too&lt;br /&gt;she said she felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;coz it was just not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how the first reaction i get&lt;br /&gt;from people tat i tell&lt;br /&gt;its utter SHOCK&lt;br /&gt;as in really SHOCK&lt;br /&gt;no one can believe it&lt;br /&gt;everyone either thinks sths wrong with the system&lt;br /&gt;or its utterly ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;if they are shock&lt;br /&gt;imagine how i felt when i got the news&lt;br /&gt;beyond shock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8625791062249746725?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8625791062249746725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8625791062249746725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8625791062249746725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8625791062249746725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-5211523955106894973</id><published>2007-06-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T08:41:28.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of control</title><content type='html'>its no better&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i will know&lt;br /&gt;at least half of the story&lt;br /&gt;i will call them&lt;br /&gt;and i will find out&lt;br /&gt;if they will keep it for me&lt;br /&gt;or take it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its taken away&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;i cringe at predicting&lt;br /&gt;what i will be feeling&lt;br /&gt;or what i will do&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5211523955106894973?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-3824315572476382353</id><published>2007-06-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T06:44:25.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devastation</title><content type='html'>when i woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;i kinda forgot it happened&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered&lt;br /&gt;but i seemed calm&lt;br /&gt;so i thought maybe its settling down in me&lt;br /&gt;maybe im getting a hold of myself&lt;br /&gt;went for the yagna&lt;br /&gt;and sudenly all the emotions cameback to me&lt;br /&gt;the anger grew&lt;br /&gt;grew out of proportion&lt;br /&gt;forced me to walk away&lt;br /&gt;forced me to turn my back on him&lt;br /&gt;first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;refused to help in the clearing up&lt;br /&gt;refused to lift a fingure&lt;br /&gt;came back and slept&lt;br /&gt;thru the anger&lt;br /&gt;thru the tears&lt;br /&gt;woke up&lt;br /&gt;and the anger was still burning&lt;br /&gt;strong...&lt;br /&gt;all i feel like doing now&lt;br /&gt;is stupid things&lt;br /&gt;or on a milder note&lt;br /&gt;throwing sth at the wall really hard&lt;br /&gt;but ive got to resist the stupidity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3824315572476382353?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3824315572476382353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3824315572476382353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3824315572476382353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;had to be at moulmein at 5.30am &lt;br /&gt;cried discreetely&lt;br /&gt;(think ive mastered the art of discreete crying) :)&lt;br /&gt;tough trying my best not to cry&lt;br /&gt;during the filming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had horrid thoughts last night&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that scared the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;coz the urge to execute wat i was thinking was so strong&lt;br /&gt;thank God i met aunty sandra last nite&lt;br /&gt;else i seriously dont know what i would have done to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound like a cry baby?&lt;br /&gt;am i over doing the emotions?&lt;br /&gt;try having your dreams all shattered in one night&lt;br /&gt;try feeling all lost without a clue whats going to happen next&lt;br /&gt;Try being given your dream&lt;br /&gt;and having it taken away within a week&lt;br /&gt;Try experiencing real unfairness and shame&lt;br /&gt;try putting on all thats going thru me right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those that understand&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those that  have been there&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those that are creating some direction for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle sunthar talked to me for a little while today&lt;br /&gt;what he said was really sweet and nice&lt;br /&gt;but it hurt more&lt;br /&gt;coz if HE thought the same way as uncle&lt;br /&gt;then why always reward me with the shit&lt;br /&gt;why always stick me into a pile of crap&lt;br /&gt;and expect me to find my way out somehow&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;hope He knows that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now&lt;br /&gt;im going to do whatever i can&lt;br /&gt;and altho this anger is so real&lt;br /&gt;this anger towards Him&lt;br /&gt;is so real&lt;br /&gt;im still going to cling on to Him&lt;br /&gt;for under all this anger&lt;br /&gt;lies the strong love and faith&lt;br /&gt;that i have built up all these years&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop loving Him&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;and somehow&lt;br /&gt;i know he's going to solve this mess for me&lt;br /&gt;for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"all things work for good to them that love God"&lt;/span&gt;..so says the holy Bible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so gald ive got the centre..&lt;br /&gt;i knew the people there&lt;br /&gt;will always be there for me..thanks to all of them&lt;br /&gt;for they have shown themsleves to be true gems in my life&lt;br /&gt;ALL of them&lt;br /&gt;i know they are doing what they can now too&lt;br /&gt;to get me out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;they are one of the reasons y i still cling to Him&lt;br /&gt;for he's given me them&lt;br /&gt;and i thank Him for that&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5418238169289007939?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-1146971526591421008</id><published>2007-06-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:21:42.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when he does things&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt think how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;he just does it anw&lt;br /&gt;with this excuse&lt;br /&gt;'it makes you stornger'&lt;br /&gt;yeah true&lt;br /&gt;maybe it does&lt;br /&gt;but once in a while&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind things just falling into place&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind hveing everything settled&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind being happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent cried this much in a long while&lt;br /&gt;havent felt this shitty in a long while&lt;br /&gt;never been this vulgar&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish everything settles down soon&lt;br /&gt;please dont give me my dream&lt;br /&gt;then shatter it straight away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that you show me the light soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sadness and anger&lt;br /&gt;im afraid is just going to grow&lt;br /&gt;trying to rationalise&lt;br /&gt;but my emotions are quite strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cant be happening&lt;br /&gt;tell me its not happening&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;just tell me this is a dream&lt;br /&gt;and its all in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-1146971526591421008?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/1146971526591421008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=1146971526591421008' title='0 Comments'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rl2XxvAjMRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-yg7isJnnVU/s1600-h/tennis+serve.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rl2XxvAjMRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-yg7isJnnVU/s200/tennis+serve.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070375636177203474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rl2X3PAjMSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y54oQNSdeAA/s1600-h/tennis+pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rl2X3PAjMSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y54oQNSdeAA/s200/tennis+pose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070375730666484002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rl2b2_AjMTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZeztXPivkTM/s1600-h/rackets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rl2b2_AjMTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZeztXPivkTM/s200/rackets.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070380124418027826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!...TENNISS!!!!..after like dunnoe how many million months...but gladly...i dnt think ive lost it all..played with stace and kez...wore our school clothes so that we wouldnt be stopped or anything..gosh..i seriously felt like i was a student again!!!.....just wish school wasnt soooo farr..then i think i dont mind going back everyday to play!! just like last year...i think tennis is what kept me sane thru A's...rite kez?? (we used to play everyday...every break)..but i think kez and i will be gng back to play next week too..stace, quit your job and join us!!!....miss those those...slacking in the only glamorous, englishy looking plcae of the school - the courts!!...haha..yup we so have to play again soon kez!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-4337038081482386286?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/4337038081482386286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=4337038081482386286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4337038081482386286'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im finally back on track!&lt;br /&gt;im sure whats my stand in life&lt;br /&gt;i know what i really want&lt;br /&gt;i know whats true friendship&lt;br /&gt;who is true friendship&lt;br /&gt;i know whats joy&lt;br /&gt;i know where happiness can be found&lt;br /&gt;i know what and who is worth it&lt;br /&gt;and will all this knowing&lt;br /&gt;ive become stronger&lt;br /&gt;more than anyone can imagine&lt;br /&gt;the goal is clear&lt;br /&gt;the game is easier... :)&lt;br /&gt;the birth of transformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how some conversations with people can change a lot of things at one go. last night i had one of those sort of conver...yes...with none other than anisha...and we talked so much bout everything thats been happening...and we've got everything sorted out....so i guess that para above speaks for her as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"tell me your company and i will tell you who you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any idea how much depth this quote has!??&lt;br /&gt;trust me..just pondering on this quote for a little while can open up chapters&lt;br /&gt;of new beginnings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so my journey towards transformation has begun&lt;br /&gt;im going to try my very best to stay on this track&lt;br /&gt;and i wont stray&lt;br /&gt;i promise&lt;br /&gt;this is the least i can do for friends&lt;br /&gt;true friends and people in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS work is all im going to focus on now...&lt;br /&gt;the saturday service project made me realise that&lt;br /&gt;HIS work&lt;br /&gt;brings not only joy&lt;br /&gt;but joy with a meaning and a lesson&lt;br /&gt;joy with an opportunity to grow....&lt;br /&gt;i have been given a chance&lt;br /&gt;a chance to serve Him and others&lt;br /&gt;missing out on this chance&lt;br /&gt;while caught up with trivial wants and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;will be throwing the opportunity to lead&lt;br /&gt;a life of meaning and depth...&lt;br /&gt;im the servant&lt;br /&gt;to a sea of masters&lt;br /&gt;and in serving&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the master to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i make new promises for this new chapter  of my life...new promises to end a chapter full of&lt;br /&gt;waste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take a lesson from the sun who shines his light on everyone"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love beyond limit..to forgive..and to give...to serve...&lt;br /&gt;to dwell in thoughts of Him&lt;br /&gt;His name on my tongue, in my mind and in my heart&lt;br /&gt;to dedicate every minute, moment to His glory&lt;br /&gt;to appreciate real love&lt;br /&gt;to praise His name&lt;br /&gt;through the praise called 'service'&lt;br /&gt;to discrimate between whats right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;to listen to my conscience&lt;br /&gt;and to love myself&lt;br /&gt;to stand strong amidst desires&lt;br /&gt;amidst unrighteousness&lt;br /&gt;amidst those that will stand in the way&lt;br /&gt;to stand strong&lt;br /&gt;for Him&lt;br /&gt;for them...them who care..not for what i want, but what i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;these shall be my desires... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2387107394594868594-1054484923810550397?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/1054484923810550397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=1054484923810550397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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eyes are gng to close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday we had a major service project...morning till night ..almost all i did was stand or walk. The old folks were brought out to sentosa and a buddhist temple in the morning. but i couldnt go coz had to decorate the venue for the dinner at night..trust me, being part of the deco team was in no way relaxing. went there at 10 am...and i was standing and runnning around the whole place all the way till 4+...except for a short break in between. i did the outside deco with durga..the rest did the inside....was kinda stressful coz at times we'll realise we didnt have enough of what we needed...but guess what!i think the plcae still looked beautiful at the end of the day...the candles. the white pebbles, the sand, the fish cut outs, the cloth drapes...everything so pretty..He definitely takes care of everything at the end of the day. :)...was super tired by the time i finished the deco..but didnt have much time to relax. went out to go buy baloons...didnt come back with any...by the time i came back there was hardly any time to relax..just had some time to play with the kids for a while..then arnd 6..the old folks came back for dinner...IT WAS SO AMAZING!!!...and then again i was on my feet...but i still had to smile..know y? coz we managed to bring a smile to their faces and in the end..the energy and love that filled the place was so overwhelming..they left arnd 9 30 +..and guess what..still cant sit...had to start clearing up immediately...we finished arnd 11...whoaaaaaaa.was super tired....but the night was still young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;stayed at abis place coz guna and kumaran (her cousins) were in s'pore.and her 1 yr old niece is back!!!..had soooo much fun...laughed like mad...went wandering at 2 am..slept at 4 am...suppose to wake at 7 coz there was a blood donation drive that we were suppose to go and help out at..but guess what..we only woke at 10 30!!!...and the moment i got out of bed and started walking..i had to say 'ouch!!'..my feel hurt so baddddd!!!.coz of yesterdae.....did more standing at the drive...and i donated blood!!!...now at home..damnnn tiredddd..but, i loved this weekend!! i dnt mind every weekend being this way...coz no matter how tired u are..u still have to smile coz of the love and energy that surrounds you..His love translated into love for other ppl :) :) :)...such weekends just gets you thinking..and appreciating the place i belong to..and you know what..im gng to make te most out of it..and thats a promise...for its only coz of such activities, such joy and fun...that life has some depth...and this is truely one of the best weekends ever!!!!! :) :) (just one more thing could have been added to it to make it better...ANISHA!! )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;oh and i learned how to sing a bit of another tamil sonng..heard this song and watched the movie a few times when i was a kid....and i suddenly remebered it...and now (coz of helpful ppl) i know how to sing the first two stanzas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nila kaigirathu Magam Thaygirathu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yarum rasikavilaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enthu kangal mathum yunai kaanum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thandaral Pogintrathu solai seri kaiendrutru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yarum surikavilaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;enthu kaikal mathum yuai theydum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;its damnnn nice... :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-4022127768444083572?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/4022127768444083572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=4022127768444083572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4022127768444083572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/4022127768444083572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/exhilarating-exhaustion.html' title='exhilarating exhaustion'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-1916289251858790139</id><published>2007-05-23T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:42:26.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the happiest girl!!!!</title><content type='html'>im the most high, most happy girl riht now...&lt;br /&gt;y?????&lt;br /&gt;cozzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;i received a phone call&lt;br /&gt;from MOE!&lt;br /&gt;yesssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;i got it&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT&lt;br /&gt;i got the scholarship!&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt believe it seriouslyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;like seriouslyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so amazing how people are genuinely so happy for me&lt;br /&gt;to illustrate&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u how my conver with anisha is like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rekha: (practically screeching) guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;anisha: wat??&lt;br /&gt;rekha: guess u pig&lt;br /&gt;anisha:dnt wanttt...wat??&lt;br /&gt;rekha:i got the scholarship!!!&lt;br /&gt;anisha: whaTTTTTTTTT!!!!...OMG&lt;br /&gt;rekha: i knowwww...OMG!&lt;br /&gt;anisha:(starting to screech) OMGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;rekha: OMGGGG..AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;anisha: AHHHHhahahahahaha..yayyyyyyyy...that means i can stay with u in hostelllll!!!&lt;br /&gt;rekha: pig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...she was so happy for me... she was practically screaming as tho she got it..but yarrrr..super happy..and yes..when she gets to NUS, we'll be staying together.!!!tehres only one person to thank::: HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;its so amazing how&lt;br /&gt;when such happy things happen&lt;br /&gt;there and then&lt;br /&gt;all the things that upset or anger you&lt;br /&gt;become specks of dust&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;as a gush of wind&lt;br /&gt;caused by that sudden surge of&lt;br /&gt;overwheming overpowering happiness&lt;br /&gt;blows it all away&lt;br /&gt;proclaiming it trivial&lt;br /&gt;and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and right nowww&lt;br /&gt;im soooo happyy&lt;br /&gt;that i couldnt care less bout who says what untrue thing bout me&lt;br /&gt;bout who holds a negative perception bout me&lt;br /&gt;coz its their loss&lt;br /&gt;karma will pay close attention to their thoughts and negativity&lt;br /&gt;and right now&lt;br /&gt;all i can say&lt;br /&gt;is that im happy and thankful&lt;br /&gt;everything is falling into place&lt;br /&gt;PERFECTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top my perfect day..something that i read thats so meaningful and that consoled me further ... confidence reinstilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, as long as life lasts. For Myself, I can say, I shower more blessings&lt;br /&gt;on those who decry or defame Me than those who worship and adore Me!  For,&lt;br /&gt;those who spread falsehoods about Me derive joy therefrom; I am happy  that I&lt;br /&gt;am the cause for their exultation and joy. You too must accept this  line of&lt;br /&gt;argument and be very happy when someone derives joy by defaming you.  Do not&lt;br /&gt;respond by defaming that person; then, the chain of hatred will bind  both&lt;br /&gt;and drag both down. Life will become a tragedy. Conquer anger by means  of&lt;br /&gt;fortitude; conquer hatred by love. Do not feed anger with retaliation;  do&lt;br /&gt;not feed hatred with fury. Forget and forgive all that has happened  amongst&lt;br /&gt;you until this very moment; start a new chapter of love and  brotherhood from&lt;br /&gt;now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-1916289251858790139?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/1916289251858790139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=1916289251858790139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/1916289251858790139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/1916289251858790139'/><link rel='alternate' 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30!!!!...yaeshhhh clement ho wei jian!!!...my ultimate buddy and accomplice in jc nonsense. its been so loonggggggg since i saw him..he looks taller actually..and definitely more muscles!!!! mr commando!!! followed him back to JJ...and omg..i realised this is the first time im gng to boon lay side this whole year..damn far frm my place lah...its like bus to novena mrt frm my place..train ride all the way down to boon lay, then bus again..gosh..talk bout FAR!! anw..ms mardi was on MC.. super sad..coz then there wasnt really anyone to tok to since mdm pathrose, or rather karol, has shifted to PJ...saw mr dore tho..as cute as ever...and of crs his eyes are as blue as ever...but guess wat...ms mardi said meet her at te macs near jurong west market..(she misses us a lot too)..slacked there...talked a lot of rubbish...laughed a lot..yeap..then i had to say bye to both..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interviewww!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;yesh..todae was teh dae..for the scholarship interview...at MOE HQ...abi came with me..but she had to stay in the lobby...she waited for me k...for like 2 hrs!!!!guess real friends do exist (thanks sweetheart!)...tehre were like 4 ppl waiting in frnt of me..gosh..i was bored..so i just kept praying...then the girl sitting next to me suddenly turns to me says hi..and we reallllyyyy started toking..we had a lot in common...both of us are the englishyyy drama sort...she too took lit hist econs...anw...yar...time went by faster tat way...i wa sthe last to be interviewed...kinda scary ... but i didnt show it..couldnt of crs..not a good idea...they asked a lottttt of quest...it was ok...they laughed sometimes...dnt ask me y...anw..i did my best...as in really...i gave all i could, now the rest is up to Him...i could definitely use this scholarship...but watever the outcome is...its His will..and i'll just keep praying...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div 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week ago&lt;br /&gt;and i told myself&lt;br /&gt;im walking beside Him&lt;br /&gt;now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;I took His hand&lt;br /&gt;and since then&lt;br /&gt;ive never let go&lt;br /&gt;My daily accomplice&lt;br /&gt;my pocket pal&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;I bring Him wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;for thats  what He wants&lt;br /&gt;for us to just walk by him&lt;br /&gt;and when youre by His side&lt;br /&gt;your step's in sync with His&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;every moment&lt;br /&gt;is just happy happy happy&lt;br /&gt;for what can go wrong when Youve got Him&lt;br /&gt;my pocket pal for life&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring Him everywhere i go...&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/2387107394594868594-3405478760774805861?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/Rksy6_AjMII/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIq-eE_b-OE/s72-c/collage3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-1879058259313546993</id><published>2007-05-14T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:51:36.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;left eye is swollen&lt;br /&gt;cough cough cough&lt;br /&gt;(then again ive been coughing since the time i had tat stupid asthma attack in march)&lt;br /&gt;and, duh, the more i cough, the more i wheeze, the moe i wheeze, the more i cant breath&lt;br /&gt;my fault tho, im suppose to be banned from cold drinks&lt;br /&gt;but would rekha reddy listen???&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ysterday: bandung with lot of ice, lime juice...&lt;br /&gt;siigghh&lt;br /&gt;i must never end up in the emergency ward again&lt;br /&gt;its horrid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brief explanation of y the emergency ward is horrid, and why rekha reddy hates it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go to the counter at  the entrance&lt;br /&gt;you cant breath&lt;br /&gt;your gasping&lt;br /&gt;loudly&lt;br /&gt;and they ask whos the patient???&lt;br /&gt;like duh, its ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guy says to my mum&lt;br /&gt;get a wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;and im like,&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;im not sitting in a wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;i can walk&lt;br /&gt;and the guy says&lt;br /&gt;NO...you cant breath&lt;br /&gt;you HAVE to sit in the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;arghhh&lt;br /&gt;so i have no choice&lt;br /&gt;and immediately&lt;br /&gt;a nurse comes&lt;br /&gt;and wheels u away&lt;br /&gt;you have NO IDEA whats happening&lt;br /&gt;they wheel you from person to person&lt;br /&gt;and they talk GREEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;well they talk science (eww..in front of an arts person!!blasphemy!!)&lt;br /&gt;but i cant say much since i already cant breath&lt;br /&gt;they put a mask on ur face&lt;br /&gt;and blasts a smelly gas...&lt;br /&gt;for a longgg time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you think you can go home..&lt;br /&gt;oh nooo&lt;br /&gt;they are far from done&lt;br /&gt;chest x ray!!&lt;br /&gt;the radiologist says&lt;br /&gt;'you ok, can you stand up?'&lt;br /&gt;goshhhh&lt;br /&gt;they make it sound like ur dying&lt;br /&gt;thats over quite fast&lt;br /&gt;then they wheel you the see the doctor&lt;br /&gt;and he says..&lt;br /&gt;we're not letting you go home tilll we give you 4 more nebulizers&lt;br /&gt;and till you can breathe normally and your chest dsnt hurt&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;by now, y heads really pain&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go home :(&lt;br /&gt;but no&lt;br /&gt;they put that mask on me again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;for teh next 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;just breathing in that smelly gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats y the emergenncy ward sucks, and im never going back there agin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2387107394594868594-1879058259313546993?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/1879058259313546993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=1879058259313546993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/1879058259313546993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/1879058259313546993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick.html' title='sick....'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-1055051584124324450</id><published>2007-05-12T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:45:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 reply..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another day has gone by and still no reply from NUS...tomorrows a new week, hope it comes then..an ecceptance letter or course, not a rejection one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttttt...friday around 5...i get a phone call, 'hello, im calling form MOE scolarship unit, and i would like to know if you are free for an interview on the 21st?'...OMG..i wanted to scream on the phone..if i could fly thru the phone and give this lady a hug, i would have done that too....:) :)...and i just said..'of course!!'..i was like grinning form ear to ear..i bet that lady could guess that form the tone of my voice..and i was thinking..'bloddy hell, your asking if im free??? even if i was getting married on that day, i would have cancelled it and gone for the interview!' we're toking bout a scolarship here...u know, free education..hostel fees..exchange programme covered...weeeee...but calm down rekha..youve only gone thru the first hurdle- getting to the interview..theres still one more - getting the scholarship itself!!!...pray, pray and only prayer... (thanks for everyrones prayers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-1055051584124324450?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/1055051584124324450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=1055051584124324450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/1055051584124324450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/1055051584124324450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-reply.html' title='1 reply..'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3674127184176135724</id><published>2007-05-11T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:30:34.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love kidsssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;theyre just so free from everything we are slaves to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ego, pride, anger, ... ect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look into the eyes of a kid and you'll know what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just filled with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pure bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as many of you know, i worked for a child care for two months at  the beginning of the year..and you know what, i dare say that was the best experience of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime i was upset, scared (results hadnt come out yet)....just the sounds of my kids, or the hugs, or even their naughtiness wld ineveitably make me feel better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abi had the privilege of meeting these kids...i taught every class but my favourites came from the N1's (2-3 yr olds)...theres damien, yi tat, jobina, jaden, gillian, desmond and the 18th month old, tessa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the one who just stole my heart: yi tat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i loved him so so so so so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i rmb comming back to work aft 2 days of MC, he came running to the gate with the most gorgeous smile and chirped "carry, carry, carry", with his arms stretched above him towards me...and i picked him up and asked wheres my hug? and he'l give the smallest yet warmest and cutest hug EVER..i always saw him off when he went home...helped him put his shoes on..and b4 he goes i'll say '"hug, hug"..and he'l give me on of those healing hugs again...and a kiss on my cheek...just selfless pure love...to imagine we were all just filled with that kind of love .. if only it stayed and never got tainted my the anger that we are so engulfed by...i'l always miss yi tat...and all the other kids..but theres adorable ones in the centre...all my cuties, and theres roshini, abis niece, who by default becomes my niece..shes comming back in June,,weeeee...so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so, with that said, when i grow up, illl definitely want to have kids of my own...and i actually went searching for nice meaningful sanskrit names (yes im very free.)..and it'l be one of the following, i reserve them..no ones allowed to name their kids by the following hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl: Tara (star), Asha (hope), Harsha (happiness), Manisha (godess of the mind), Priti (love), Akhila (complete), Amisha (beautiful)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy: Akshat (uninjurable), Nilesh (Lord Krishna), Dhiren (one who is strong)..Zevesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and..my sir name will be in their names..who ever said only the family name of the husband has to be passed down. so for exampla, if my daughters name is Tara, her full name will be: Tara reddy-(my husbands sir name).....yeah!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3674127184176135724?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3674127184176135724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3674127184176135724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3674127184176135724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3674127184176135724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/kids.html' title='KIDS!'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-5469711519969265293</id><published>2007-05-10T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:20:27.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how well do u noe me?</title><content type='html'>quick, take my test...its on the side of the page...10 questions. easy? that depends on u..so exciting...i shall treat the person who gets all right to a drink :)...good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5469711519969265293?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5469711519969265293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5469711519969265293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5469711519969265293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5469711519969265293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-well-do-u-noe-me.html' title='how well do u noe me?'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-7345608191943658590</id><published>2007-05-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:21:22.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>yikes double yikes&lt;br /&gt;another week&lt;br /&gt;and still no letter&lt;br /&gt;checked online..it says&lt;br /&gt;'application processing'&lt;br /&gt;yikes&lt;br /&gt;wats taking them so long????!!!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;plsssss&lt;br /&gt;scareddddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-7345608191943658590?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/7345608191943658590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=7345608191943658590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7345608191943658590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7345608191943658590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-2112364756940383937</id><published>2007-05-09T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:17:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun quizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;m bored..and this wat ppl do when they are bored..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they do fun quizes..no wait .. actually im not that bored...but thesee things are just fun lah...yay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 82&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Congratulations! You take good care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're poised to live a long, healthy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yay..im living a longg life..tat meas all of u are stuck with me till im 82!...yay...(this the part where u say hurrah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/bubble.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;walaoooo...see the word INNOCENT starring at u..i hate it..i was just venting on one of my frenz last nite how pissed i get when some1 (everyone) thinks im innocent...!!!...im not..it makes me sound abnormal...sighhhh..oh well anw, stole this off mellies blog..(thx mel)...and guess wat, she too is the bubble!!!hehe..but really ah..i tell u , if anyone dares use the word on me - 'innocent', i wont hesitate to give one tight slap...u bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-2112364756940383937?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/2112364756940383937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=2112364756940383937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2112364756940383937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/2112364756940383937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-air.html' title='fun quizes'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-5664582588270478374</id><published>2007-05-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:46:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy as ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCP0WzUGqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sLAJuKErTnA/s1600-h/choc+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062204110801214114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCP0WzUGqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sLAJuKErTnA/s200/choc+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my predictions rite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've still got it&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;craziness!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;the good all days at st margs&lt;br /&gt;no wait&lt;br /&gt;in order to honour i shall say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ST MARGARETS SECONDARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my warm choc cake frm starbucks...yummmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCQmGzUGrI/AAAAAAAAACE/WvHWHeZ5zq4/s1600-h/forks+and+tongues.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062204965499706034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCQmGzUGrI/AAAAAAAAACE/WvHWHeZ5zq4/s200/forks+and+tongues.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the good old days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little dweepy girls&lt;br /&gt;clad in green polka dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sceaming screeching&lt;br /&gt;laughing gigling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those were the days&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;meeeting tonite.. just the 3 of us&lt;br /&gt;mellie me and nanz&lt;br /&gt;i a lil dfferent in surface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love mellie!...and the fork..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCRdWzUGsI/AAAAAAAAACM/LMEnyfhqo8U/s1600-h/mouth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062205914687478466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCRdWzUGsI/AAAAAAAAACM/LMEnyfhqo8U/s200/mouth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im glad to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we havent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; changed one bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in heart...&lt;br /&gt;crazy as ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think as usual&lt;br /&gt;we laughed both pasta mania cine&lt;br /&gt;and starbucks down&lt;br /&gt;we remembered all those crazy times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stuffing my face with my choc cake :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a couple of years ago...&lt;br /&gt;they remembering how i laughed till i fell to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCR1GzUGtI/AAAAAAAAACU/lHI3yyc1Mu4/s1600-h/nanzmelme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062206322709371602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 140px" height="106" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCR1GzUGtI/AAAAAAAAACU/lHI3yyc1Mu4/s200/nanzmelme.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they tickling me and pulling my shoes and socks of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;u notice ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im always the victim!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but thoe were really the days&lt;br /&gt;i'll always treasure those moments&lt;br /&gt;and glad we met todae&lt;br /&gt;21 st JUNE sleepover...&lt;br /&gt;im getting my revenge on tat nite&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nanz, mellie, me!..the craziest trio ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smss will always stay close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;(my daughter is gng there..i dnt care!)&lt;br /&gt;and the friends, or should i say sisters?&lt;br /&gt;will always stay special&lt;br /&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/2387107394594868594-5664582588270478374?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5664582588270478374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5664582588270478374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5664582588270478374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5664582588270478374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-as-ever.html' title='crazy as ever'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RkCP0WzUGqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sLAJuKErTnA/s72-c/choc+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-8698280509307509016</id><published>2007-05-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:43:06.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clap my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clap my hands&lt;br /&gt;for im happy&lt;br /&gt;and i know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long long day at the temple today&lt;br /&gt;meeting, B practice, meeting&lt;br /&gt;after that went to sentosa!!&lt;br /&gt;for dinner&lt;br /&gt;farewell to uncle ramdas and family&lt;br /&gt;long tiring day&lt;br /&gt;overload of meetings&lt;br /&gt;but fun nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;and im happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angers gone&lt;br /&gt;just couldnt care&lt;br /&gt;let whatever be&lt;br /&gt;not numb&lt;br /&gt;just pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im surrounded by love&lt;br /&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;and more love&lt;br /&gt;and theres Him&lt;br /&gt;ive been neglecting Him&lt;br /&gt;better give Him more focus ;)&lt;br /&gt;so many people&lt;br /&gt;that just love&lt;br /&gt;and care&lt;br /&gt;alll arround me!&lt;br /&gt;what more do i want? (besides a acceptance letter frm NUS..plsss)&lt;br /&gt;a future to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;excitement&lt;br /&gt;11-31st july&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait&lt;br /&gt;pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;clap!clap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8698280509307509016?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8698280509307509016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8698280509307509016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8698280509307509016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8698280509307509016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/clap-my-hands.html' title='clap my hands'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-9094073941341808471</id><published>2007-05-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:32:46.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cherish the past, bring it to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow when at that moment&lt;br /&gt;when time stops&lt;br /&gt;i regret every mistake of the past&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt care less&lt;br /&gt;about the trivial importance&lt;br /&gt;that my mind has placed&lt;br /&gt;on people of utter insignificance&lt;br /&gt;for i realise that&lt;br /&gt;for some people in my life&lt;br /&gt;people who have been there&lt;br /&gt;years&lt;br /&gt;i'll give up the world&lt;br /&gt;i would have given the emo crap&lt;br /&gt;months ago&lt;br /&gt;to just realise&lt;br /&gt;the time to let go&lt;br /&gt;is just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;and with that realisation&lt;br /&gt;i would have cherished  every moment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but even when the decision is made&lt;br /&gt;i know that&lt;br /&gt;you will be there&lt;br /&gt;just like in the past&lt;br /&gt;for the past is not a vessel of lies&lt;br /&gt;its moments to cherish&lt;br /&gt;moments to be repeated&lt;br /&gt;growing up&lt;br /&gt;is not always&lt;br /&gt;going away....&lt;br /&gt;and with that&lt;br /&gt;i confidently say&lt;br /&gt;the person u were to me&lt;br /&gt;will always be&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/2387107394594868594-9094073941341808471?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/9094073941341808471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=9094073941341808471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/9094073941341808471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/9094073941341808471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/cherish-past-bring-it-to-future.html' title='cherish the past, bring it to the future'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-538359626135230331</id><published>2007-05-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:03:54.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rope me in again.</title><content type='html'>i think ive been too distant&lt;br /&gt;too distant from your presence&lt;br /&gt;too distant from your love.&lt;br /&gt;rope me in again i ask&lt;br /&gt;your the only one i wish to think of&lt;br /&gt;for theres no one else worth&lt;br /&gt;thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;i have wasted my minds energy..&lt;br /&gt;for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;please rope me in again.&lt;br /&gt;All the worthless thinking&lt;br /&gt;pondering&lt;br /&gt;has ended up in&lt;br /&gt;hurt&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;just anger.&lt;br /&gt;But this anger is not me.&lt;br /&gt;its just in me&lt;br /&gt;take that away too&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;rope me in again&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-538359626135230331?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/538359626135230331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=538359626135230331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/538359626135230331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWX2zUGlI/AAAAAAAAABU/iw42TH9bAe8/s1600-h/naina+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWX2zUGlI/AAAAAAAAABU/iw42TH9bAe8/s200/naina+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060733574128605778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtXNGzUGpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7m8_tJoBEbc/s1600-h/bdae+kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtXNGzUGpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7m8_tJoBEbc/s200/bdae+kiss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060734488956639890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWdWzUGmI/AAAAAAAAABc/bs63GgmHdAA/s1600-h/act+smaet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWdWzUGmI/AAAAAAAAABc/bs63GgmHdAA/s200/act+smaet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060733668617886306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWu2zUGoI/AAAAAAAAABs/_pUATO6L0Ws/s1600-h/cut+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWu2zUGoI/AAAAAAAAABs/_pUATO6L0Ws/s200/cut+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060733969265597058" 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/2387107394594868594-7019437404509402616?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjtWX2zUGlI/AAAAAAAAABU/iw42TH9bAe8/s72-c/naina+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-369011693594829114</id><published>2007-05-04T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:48:42.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bdae celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;todaes...no wait its 12 am alraedy, yesterday was anishas bdae!...yes my one and only sister!...her bdae...so this was the plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meet sharania at arnd 3..we go play pool, then around 6m we meet the birthday girl!...but guess wat! anisha got out of school early...so the plan changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her at novena at 2 45..then went down to town to meet sharenia...and sharania brought a surprise for both of us!...it was small..hehe...slightly taller than me...it was shiva!both anisha and me didnt know he was cmming...so yar, even i was HAPPILY surpri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai express! went the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;re first to eat!....i tell u...we were laughing so much, we couldnt even order! shiva lah...and ok sharania! all your fau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lt...so lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eeeeeeee...as usual, but funny...so so funny... anisha and i was saying they should be stand up comedians...and they were like but we're sitting down. see what i mean!!!! haha... and shiva couldnt get over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; thai names of the dishes..he kept saying it..."kua gum bo nam peng"..it sounded like he was uttering vulgarities...no shiva...nxt time, pls stick to eng/tamil....hehe...u know what, if anyone ever thought of joining a laughing club or sth, no need, just hang out with shiva and sharania can already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool at lucky plaza after eating...and as usual...i suck at pool!!!...but this time, i had anisha, whos as bad at it as me...so didnt look as bad as the last time..heh. but even during pool, it was as though were were in some comedy lah!!....gosh...laughing medicine overdose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anisha ditched us at arnd 6 30....hope my dearie enjoyed herself..then i went with the 2 mangos to watch a movie tat only suits mangos...argh, spiderman 3....see lah...hu was that big buffalo who kept saying he wanted to watch that movie!...omg...this i must say..one part of the movie, some old guy told peter parker...call the girl and say, ur a nice man, and shes a nice girl...a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that shiva, know wha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t he did...he called me! yes, he's sitting next to me, my phone starts to buzz..i check...and its like shiva calling me!..to say hes a nice guy and im a nice girl...gosh....hahahahaha...even during th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e movie...the 3 of us kept laughing..like i said laughing medicine overdose....the movie already so lame, then i sit beside one lame mango...poor me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now its time for pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoNkGzUGfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sOveLiepVZk/s1600-h/shivas+plate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoNkGzUGfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sOveLiepVZk/s200/shivas+plate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060372045256464882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shivas plate!!! after he cleared everything on it, and waited for me to pay the bill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoOwGzUGhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sygKWv60bWo/s1600-h/kill+him.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoOwGzUGhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sygKWv60bWo/s200/kill+him.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060373350926522898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i cant take the lamenes! KA-POW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoPnWzUGiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lxWmYN7Egc0/s1600-h/mirror+image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoPnWzUGiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lxWmYN7Egc0/s200/mirror+image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060374300114295330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello lucky plaza toilet mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoQtWzUGkI/AAAAAAAAABM/mvP4wPHv3GE/s1600-h/cue2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoQtWzUGkI/AAAAAAAAABM/mvP4wPHv3GE/s200/cue2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060375502705138242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're trying to copy 'the' shivas pose....dnt think we passed :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-369011693594829114?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/369011693594829114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=369011693594829114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/369011693594829114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/369011693594829114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/bdae-celebration.html' title='bdae celebration!'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjoNkGzUGfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sOveLiepVZk/s72-c/shivas+plate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-6108121456834003203</id><published>2007-05-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:12:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES!</title><content type='html'>yikes...correction to the previous post!..NUS has started giving out letters of acceptance!! yikes, double yikes...mine better come to my mail box soon, and i mean soon...shiversss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6108121456834003203?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6108121456834003203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6108121456834003203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6108121456834003203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6108121456834003203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/yikes.html' title='YIKES!'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3357682913692638494</id><published>2007-05-02T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:13:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNI!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u see..its funny, im super excited to be a student in NUS..but guess wat,,,i havent got a reply from them, so dont know if i have a place in NUS...well then again, no one has got a place inNUS...they havent started giving out letters...think that will only happen in June..whatever it is...i really really really hope i get a place there...arts and soci!!! the coolest fac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i haevnt got a reply from MOE about the MOE scholarship that i applied for.. i havent got a letter about getting, or about not getting it..so i really dnt noe...actually, dont reallt know whether i want it...yeah sure, its def a boon, coz everythings paid for ...frm tutorial fees to exchange programmes to hostel fees...but, i have to do a teaching sub in the uni, that means i cant do political science! (which is what i really really really want to do)...so if i dont get the scholarship, i can go ahead with majoring in PS....if not, i'll just settle with history...being a teaches cool...but now im thinking, i wouldnt mind working for the ministry of foreign aff...who knows, one day i might rise up to be some big shot in ASEAN!...i love all these things related to politics..i find politics itself so interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im beginning to regret, not trying for law...coz some1 i know, had the same core sub grades as me...and applied for law!!!!!....but oh well...no point regretting...dnt think can get in also...heard 1000 ppl applied!&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/2387107394594868594-3357682913692638494?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3357682913692638494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3357682913692638494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3357682913692638494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3357682913692638494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/uni.html' title='UNI!!??'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-516763552733719397</id><published>2007-05-01T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:00:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will tell them every detail of my life,&lt;br /&gt;for they have walked me thru&lt;br /&gt;life itself.&lt;br /&gt;given me love, support&lt;br /&gt;more than i can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;They will NEVER hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I will trust them...&lt;br /&gt;and i will give my support back&lt;br /&gt;in my own little way.&lt;br /&gt;For He has sent them into my life&lt;br /&gt;and in my  life they will stay.&lt;br /&gt;They are more important,&lt;br /&gt;than many other people.&lt;br /&gt;And i know,&lt;br /&gt;they will continue to give me&lt;br /&gt;that same kind of love and support.&lt;br /&gt;and they will always stay close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;for they are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I will confidently stand up for who they are in my life:&lt;br /&gt;mentors, friends, family. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-516763552733719397?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/516763552733719397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=516763552733719397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/516763552733719397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/516763552733719397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-tell-them-every-detail-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3936192336039757869</id><published>2007-04-29T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:50:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another great day</title><content type='html'>yes, it was another great great&lt;br /&gt;great day.&lt;br /&gt;i think if i start realising things,&lt;br /&gt;start looking around,&lt;br /&gt;i would for once,&lt;br /&gt;be aware that,&lt;br /&gt;ive got so so many,&lt;br /&gt;people that care,&lt;br /&gt;so many friends,&lt;br /&gt;that i can count on for laughter, joy and fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i played one of the craziest pool games with shiva and sareniya..crazy y? OMG i tel u, the two of them damn lame lah...but super funny. i laughed till my stomach hurt so much...and of course i was the only one who looked like an idiot..coz i suck at pool ... and i suck even more next to shiva...coz tat guy is damn good at the game. when we went against each other, i lost quite fast haha...i just depend on all the free balls. HELP! some1 teach me pool...anw, yar, it was so much fun..thanks guys... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3936192336039757869?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3936192336039757869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3936192336039757869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3936192336039757869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3936192336039757869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-great-day.html' title='another great day'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8281587046171400297</id><published>2007-04-26T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:34:55.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fade faster pls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12- 2 last nite&lt;br /&gt;one of the most 'feel good' conver&lt;br /&gt;in a long long while..&lt;br /&gt;a friend that i know&lt;br /&gt;i can count on&lt;br /&gt;forever... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really harsh truth:&lt;br /&gt;we dont get to choose&lt;br /&gt;our feelings, our emotions&lt;br /&gt;we can just do our best..&lt;br /&gt;to resist them&lt;br /&gt;to overcome them&lt;br /&gt;the rest is out of our control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with these feelings anw?&lt;br /&gt;where do they come from..&lt;br /&gt;see if i didnt choose it&lt;br /&gt;its gng to be tough&lt;br /&gt;to choose to let go of it&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the wonderful friendship&lt;br /&gt;thats surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;its fading&lt;br /&gt;fading&lt;br /&gt;fading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope it fades faster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8281587046171400297?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8281587046171400297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8281587046171400297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8281587046171400297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8281587046171400297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/fade-faster-pls.html' title='fade faster pls'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6253926744679801051</id><published>2007-04-26T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:43:39.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls nite out</title><content type='html'>so happy!!...tonight was great! met up with my st margs friends (nanthini, carina, ya hui, ai xuan, jing and evelyn). well the plan was suppose to be dinner at esplanade thai express...but when we got there it was just way 2 crowded. so we went to to marina instead...had good good fun...we talked...i talked bout all the stuffs thats been happening..everyones real sweet...in different ways they each made me feel better... i realised i miss days at st margs so so much...as in the time with these girls...and others..i think its not just friendship... its like being sisters....I MISS U GUYS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDUYGzUGcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oqWBKlEqhCU/s1600-h/esplanade1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDUYGzUGcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oqWBKlEqhCU/s320/esplanade1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057775892144855490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there we are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDVd2zUGdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YzVYPcWKOZE/s1600-h/jingme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDVd2zUGdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YzVYPcWKOZE/s200/jingme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057777090440731090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDV5GzUGeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K9K80ggOKBw/s1600-h/kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDV5GzUGeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K9K80ggOKBw/s200/kiss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057777558592166370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my darrling!!...                                                                                                                          muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anw..more photos on friendster)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6253926744679801051?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6253926744679801051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6253926744679801051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6253926744679801051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6253926744679801051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/girls-nite-out.html' title='girls nite out'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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/_UgxxeM1ygeI/RjDUYGzUGcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oqWBKlEqhCU/s72-c/esplanade1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-87292938455865682</id><published>2007-04-26T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:03:56.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the nature of conversations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to the temple to help as usual todae...the  nice part came after the whole thing....just a few of us stayed downstairs to eat supper..and we listened to uncle mathi tell nice stories :) laughed  a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its funny..how ppl start with a conver..and it links to one conver to another...and in the end, the conver that you end up with is so far from what u began with...lets use todaes conver as an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl present: (me, abi, achu, uncle mathi, uncle ramesh, aunty sumathy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;1.it starts by uncle mathi making fun of my Tamil..then he says i can act as those ppl in tamil dramas..those ppl who speak tamil with accents...&lt;br /&gt;2. So i tell Him to get me the role..im ready to act..and he tells me np...he's suppose to be a director...'im suppose to be a director..or singer also can..but both didnt happen' (haha)&lt;br /&gt;3. then..dont know how.it ended up with him telling the twins and i how he resisted alcohol and smoking in the army...&lt;br /&gt;4. then somewhere while he was telling his story...some flying insect came near us..and all the females, naturally screamed, screeched..ran..&lt;br /&gt;5. uncle mathi starts laughing, together with uncle ramesh&lt;br /&gt;6. and they start talking bout white coakroaches!&lt;br /&gt;7. after this uncle mathi tells us about black cats near his home! (told you it'll keep linking till theres no link!)&lt;br /&gt;8. And now guess where we end up!! we start having a sathsang! bout the whole idea of rebirth!...&lt;br /&gt;9. Uncle Mathi talks about a book he read..about past births..and then all the adults start telling the twins and I stories about rebirth!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, point proven!...we start by talking bout my Tamil, and we end up in a spiritual conversation bout karma.lol!, now wheres the link??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole thing was so fun!..laughed a lot (i needed it)....and gosh we sat there talking for so long! over mee siam, sambar and plain water ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-87292938455865682?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/87292938455865682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=87292938455865682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/87292938455865682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/87292938455865682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/nature-of-conversations.html' title='the nature of conversations...'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6174670405979949203</id><published>2007-04-25T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:44:55.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numb=sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emotions died down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feelings at its lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tears no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over...gone...thank heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its lays really subtle ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deep in the pits of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But from subtle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can feel it going to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'no more'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its ending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;winters gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;springs here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im free from the clutches of my emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But is that what i really want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its an eclipse of the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from full to empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its almost hollow now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz i was forced to empty it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to spill out the emotions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now im numb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a huge sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll declare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im allowing the eclipse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to remain there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for some time more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i'll tolerate the numbness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with the immense burden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that came with the feeling of hurt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dominant emotion for past weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats the sweetest feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6174670405979949203?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6174670405979949203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6174670405979949203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6174670405979949203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6174670405979949203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/numbsweet.html' title='numb=sweet'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3169703757666950111</id><published>2007-04-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:02:11.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last days of winter</title><content type='html'>Winter was suppose to end&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions dragged it&lt;br /&gt;to last till this minute.&lt;br /&gt;And its still winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I squint,&lt;br /&gt;squint hard&lt;br /&gt;(after all, im myopic)&lt;br /&gt;and there in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;i see the flowers, the sun,&lt;br /&gt;the birds, the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Its here at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks were wet.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly ever dry.&lt;br /&gt;For that mysterious liquid&lt;br /&gt;they call tears,&lt;br /&gt;has been flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through winter,&lt;br /&gt;It didnt freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;i shed the last couple of drops.&lt;br /&gt;Clueless to why they appeared,&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;But they're drying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tear stains&lt;br /&gt;remain there tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By morning tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;They'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;And this whole drama,&lt;br /&gt;would have ended.&lt;br /&gt;The emotions are far out at sea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-3169703757666950111?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3169703757666950111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-6404545992947209089</id><published>2007-04-22T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:11:27.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too nice?</title><content type='html'>and i still get  this comment. "your too nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compliment? you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if it pushes ppl away frm u&lt;br /&gt;makes ppl cautious with you&lt;br /&gt;then it becomes upsetting&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6404545992947209089?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6404545992947209089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6404545992947209089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6404545992947209089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;theres a challenge&lt;br /&gt;a game&lt;br /&gt;a fight&lt;br /&gt;for me to take up&lt;br /&gt;to hold my mind&lt;br /&gt;subordinate to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am of authority&lt;br /&gt;I am authority.&lt;br /&gt;so back of.&lt;br /&gt;mind. people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;always be happy&lt;br /&gt;life is a miracle in the human race&lt;br /&gt;joys and sorrows in life will come&lt;br /&gt;treat them like passing clouds and sing the Lords grace&lt;br /&gt;love all serve all&lt;br /&gt;giving love and kindness is the way of life&lt;br /&gt;open up your hearts&lt;br /&gt;rainbows and sun shine&lt;br /&gt;will come into your life.&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/2387107394594868594-3211450249894899793?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-714330841082364675</id><published>2007-04-19T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:39:44.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the jakarta gangster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A tribute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to an old friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never lost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes an A1,&lt;br /&gt;im an F9...&lt;br /&gt;shes a deer,&lt;br /&gt;im an elephant,&lt;br /&gt;shes beauty,&lt;br /&gt;im the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess that old saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"opposites attract"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goes for friendship too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i missed her,&lt;br /&gt;i miss her,&lt;br /&gt;and im still missing her.&lt;br /&gt;more now,&lt;br /&gt;coz i know,&lt;br /&gt;with all thats happening in my life now&lt;br /&gt;the hurt, the emotions,&lt;br /&gt;everthing,&lt;br /&gt;the drama,&lt;br /&gt;would take less time&lt;br /&gt;to heal&lt;br /&gt;if she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz we went thru..&lt;br /&gt;what you need to go thru&lt;br /&gt;from the age of 13- 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to novena church&lt;br /&gt;at 5 am...&lt;br /&gt;"rekha, i want a hashbrown"&lt;br /&gt;did u say that?&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;"here you go"&lt;br /&gt;i'll say.&lt;br /&gt;"hello, rekha pls"&lt;br /&gt;or it'll be&lt;br /&gt;"hello, michelle pls.."&lt;br /&gt;or i'll cry&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we havent seen each other in 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;that bum had to move to the states...&lt;br /&gt;but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the lost in connection,&lt;br /&gt;yeah i miss her,&lt;br /&gt;the convenience of picking up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;having her next to me&lt;br /&gt;(its easier o make fun of her height that way)&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats real friendship&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to be in the same country&lt;br /&gt;or you dont have to talk every week&lt;br /&gt;to feel love for the person&lt;br /&gt;you may be countries, continents&lt;br /&gt;apart&lt;br /&gt;and you still feel love&lt;br /&gt;(dont worry, we're both straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU IDIOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back soon&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-714330841082364675?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/714330841082364675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=714330841082364675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/714330841082364675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/714330841082364675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/jakarta-gangster.html' title='the jakarta gangster.'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-3341757173178046071</id><published>2007-04-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:24:13.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KA-POW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ka-pow, ka-ching&lt;br /&gt;and im free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;why in colour?&lt;br /&gt;or why in different colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;coz thats what freedoms like.&lt;br /&gt;you start having choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;you get to choose&lt;br /&gt;this or that&lt;br /&gt;right or left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;and when you choose&lt;br /&gt;you make your journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;and you walk on&lt;br /&gt;never turning back&lt;br /&gt;never heaving&lt;br /&gt;a sigh of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;and i gladly say&lt;br /&gt;now im free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;KA-POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;im too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;im too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well thats what lots of people say.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe u know.&lt;br /&gt;i think ive changed quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;mean u want?&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;fierce u want?&lt;br /&gt;no problem&lt;br /&gt;back to nice?&lt;br /&gt;sure, if u want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and its like that.&lt;br /&gt;u have the power to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i have the power to choose.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ka-pow, ka-ching,&lt;br /&gt;im free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2387107394594868594-3341757173178046071?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/3341757173178046071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=3341757173178046071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3341757173178046071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/3341757173178046071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/ka-pow.html' title='KA-POW'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-9215202260937081981</id><published>2007-04-18T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:41:52.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMIL</title><content type='html'>as part of my learning journey to malaysia with abi and achu..my tamil has improved. cross my fingers..i learned new words u know..shall list them (for those of you who know tamil, dont mind my spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. puchandi (monster)&lt;br /&gt;2. pada (sleep)&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats it..uhoh...looks like im still stagnant at a F9...sigh...but my tamil song singing has improved...now i really cross my fingers...listen to this::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelah yelah yelah, yelah yelah ma&lt;br /&gt;yelah yelah yelah yelah yelah yelah ma&lt;br /&gt;randaka randaka randaka randaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite...so maybe thats not exactly tamil..like kumeresh said, its like saying u know a new english song then all that comes out from your mouth is 'la la la la la la la ..'&lt;br /&gt;so the above was the new 'tamil' song i came back with&lt;br /&gt;but....it was hardly a tamil song. so due to my enthusiasm in mastering the tamil language, i decided to learn at least one stanza of the song with kumeresh being my tamil song teacher...so here goes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andak kakka konda kari&lt;br /&gt;randaka randaka randaka randaka&lt;br /&gt;atchi vella konda kari&lt;br /&gt;randaka randaka randaka randaka&lt;br /&gt;ayya veeduk kandak kari&lt;br /&gt;randaka...&lt;br /&gt;ayira meenu kanmuk kari&lt;br /&gt;randaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my first actual tamil song...i tried singing it many times...and each time i sing it, i have one goal im mind: to make it sound more like tamil...why? coz right now, even i have to admit..i seriously sound like im singing a malay song. (btw, i have no idea what it means) sigh. wait. just wait. one day i shall be a tamil literary genius. after all, hardwork always pays of at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to, not abi and achu, kumaran and guna (they're cousins)...over the one week, i actually started appreciating tamil ... i even know a tamil alliteration :mudu mudachi (tie three knots on the tali. i.e, get married)  my 2007 goal: learn more tamil songs and speak more PROPER tamil..uhoh..HELPPP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall close by singing all of u another tamil song. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...2...3...4...here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all over the world i like to see my indian girls&lt;br /&gt;salanga oli mukuthi alagi ...(something)... indian girls&lt;br /&gt;so sexy in theyre silky sarees, country indian girls&lt;br /&gt;..(something something)...kumkum pottu thali..something..mudu mudachi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not bad huh? i actually like that song..the beat's good..oh well...to all my tamil friends out there..dont be useless..do some good with ur tamil language knowledge...teach me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-9215202260937081981?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/9215202260937081981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=9215202260937081981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/9215202260937081981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/9215202260937081981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/tamil.html' title='TAMIL'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-5741311564488455350</id><published>2007-04-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:13:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>Now people, lets define friendship&lt;br /&gt;no i changed my  mind...lets not&lt;br /&gt;its too subjective...&lt;br /&gt;i cant contain it within a single definition...&lt;br /&gt;so lets just leave it&lt;br /&gt;to each of our own judgement&lt;br /&gt;the reason..&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks...or maybe a month&lt;br /&gt;I have opened my eyes to the true meaning of friendship&lt;br /&gt;and in its light&lt;br /&gt;im forced to reconsider my initial definition of friendship...&lt;br /&gt;a person i say one sentence to...is that friendship?&lt;br /&gt;a person i spend hours with but cant confide in...is that it?&lt;br /&gt;a person i can confide in, but hardly has any time for me??&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5741311564488455350?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5741311564488455350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5741311564488455350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5741311564488455350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5741311564488455350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-5531738589102682152</id><published>2007-04-16T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:03:53.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He is more than tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no less than the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;greater than sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no less than the sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He is there in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as you sleep He's above  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to hold up the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His students would drop anything for Him...its automatic for them...now i wonder...why cant it be the same for me. Today i give my word..to drop all than i'm feeling for Him..to allow conciousness to rise over emotions. who needs the sun, moon, who needs other sources of love, who needs the mountains and the stars, who needs mars and all the other planets...who needs anything, when i've had Him by my side all this while. I may not know it, i still have no evidence to prove it, but i'll keep searching and trying my best, to hold on strongly to the love that i know He surrounds me with...and one day, hurt will never be...it'll never cross my path...for i know, everyone will leave...except Him..He'll stay, no matter what...so fly away emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5531738589102682152?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5531738589102682152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5531738589102682152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5531738589102682152'/><link 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moment in time...maybe i'll acccept such desriptions...for a simple reason that ive just experienced one of the harsh realities of life ... ppl cant be trusted... no one... the whole thing bout i fur feeling something that u need help with, or u need to confide in some1...and that someone should be a friend...dsnt exist....dont tell anything to anyone...coz u never know who will be the one to let ur secrets out...it cld even be ur closest friend..or not...dsnt matter..bottomline is theres no measurement for trust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8806087926303536121?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8806087926303536121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387107394594868594.post-8922182216732699485</id><published>2007-04-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:20:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in malaysia...</title><content type='html'>yeshhh....rite now at this very moment..im in KL..oh boy,, its been long since i visited malaysia...here with abi and achu...we have big planss....sunway lagoon lah...to genting...to major shopping...and even maybe a little re-connection to spirituality by going to batu caves...butttttttttt.....we havent done any of it...so yar....hahas...but still having loads of fun...and its a good break from lots of realities that i don want to face back in s'pore....i rode on a motorcycle!!first time...i must say im not a bad rider..lol...anw...the only bad part is...im still distracted...very distracted actually...by it all....&lt;div 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Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-1975592607093598537</id><published>2007-04-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:53:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HECK!</title><content type='html'>my new motto for life...just HECK!...im going to start hecking everyones opinin of me...right or wrong...just HECK!...i thing ive bothered enough already...ive been hurt too many times...anw...i think the root if many emotions and problems is just that i care too much sometimes...too sensitive???i dnt noe...and u noe wat...i dnt care coz if ppl cant accept me for who i am,  just too bad...anw...now i officially announce to the world that i HECK!&lt;div 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It can change you, mould you into someone your not. The only upside to anger then is the person you become. Hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realises that its not afraid of its journey. Someone that knows that truth is at best a partially told story; that anger like growth comes in spurts and fits and in its wake leaves behind a new chance of acceptance and the promise of calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this little para..its so true..and it means a lot..the movie too is good...go watch it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-5740336303926711550?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/5740336303926711550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=5740336303926711550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5740336303926711550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/5740336303926711550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/upside-of-anger.html' title='The Upside of Anger'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8470014379047212405</id><published>2007-04-01T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:38:20.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long a break</title><content type='html'>Ive been on hiloday for 4 months now...gosh...im getting pretty bored of slacking actually. i noe this sounds way too freaky, but i miss studying...only 2 subjects lah..lit and history...esp lit...really...i seriously miss studying.. i still remember how i was dying last year during A's..haha. i swear i was suicidal. but that was too much of studying lah. i remember being afraid to sleep and take baths coz i thought that was like time away frm studying...only slept frm like 3-6...even on holidays.. I WAS MAD!..ok, to some, i still am mad..in the end i dint get the grades i wanted..bye bye to law...sob..tho ppl have asked me to just try and appeal to law and if i get rejected go to SMU law...i dnt think i want to. A's already cant go thru witout being suicidal...imagine how i would be if i took law...confirm end up in IMH. anw, back on track...yar..too long man the holiday..and still got 3 mnths to go...boy...tats damn long. but oh well, theres still stuff i have yet to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go cycling at sentosa...its been a year!&lt;br /&gt;2. take squash, fencing and horse back riding lessons (i need more cash for tat)&lt;br /&gt;3. go to korea (i love korean guys!) and japan (thats not going to happen)&lt;br /&gt;4. go to the zoo (dont ask me y)&lt;br /&gt;5. re furnish my parents room&lt;br /&gt;6. do relief teaching (which im suppose to already be doing)&lt;br /&gt;7. climb mt himalaya&lt;br /&gt;8. go to escape (sorryyy...i noe..a bit slow..i havent been there yet!)&lt;br /&gt;9. more shopping&lt;br /&gt;10. meet up wit sec sch peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar..i'll list ten first..yess..theres more..btw, next wee i'll be gng to KL wit abi and achu...shoppppinggggggggg!!!!!weeee.... i want to do lots of that....well...i need to get away...im too distracted in S'pore...i have to take my mind away frm certain circumstances and ppl for a week...do a bit of thinking...haiz...still confused..anw...im getting too excited bout NUS...lets see if i get in first..haha...still wondering if i should join squash or fencing..actually wanted tennis... (again, I MISS TENNIS!)...but they dnt have rec..dnt want to be commited to any team... i miss debates a lot..but no way am i joining NUS debate team ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8470014379047212405?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8470014379047212405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8470014379047212405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8470014379047212405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8470014379047212405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-long-break.html' title='Too long a break'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-7313315765766725493</id><published>2007-04-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:16:59.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Saturday...seva...(community service) at red cross home...boy...dont think ive done cleaning to this extent in a long while..we cleaned the back windows...ewwwwwww...grosss...and i stood on the ladder till my feet hurt and i cleaned till my hands became red and wrinkly...haiz..im such a nice girl lol...but oh well..it ended up to b fun and fruitful...interacted a bit with the residents...remember we went there about two years ago to interact with them..so i recognised a couple of them...sunday..class as usual...it was good i guess...we had extra time..there was a basketball..so we ended up playing for awhile...yeap...thats my weekend...nothing different... and like i said..i hate recounting...so ... we end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-7313315765766725493?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/7313315765766725493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=7313315765766725493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7313315765766725493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/7313315765766725493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6914581843132936898</id><published>2007-03-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:04:53.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new fav song</title><content type='html'>THE FRAY LYRIC - "How To Save A Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6914581843132936898?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6914581843132936898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6914581843132936898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6914581843132936898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6914581843132936898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-fav-song.html' title='A new fav song'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8760741889426500853</id><published>2007-03-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:37:21.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss those 'rafael' days.</title><content type='html'>Tennis, tennis courts, fighting over rafael, stalking, harassing ms mard and otehr teachers...staying back till 10pm, debate, drama pract, getting stress, maggie mee from SPC, cheddar and broccolli soup, cafe-ing, skipping euro hist, EVERYTHING!!!!....believe it or not, i miss that short 1 and a half years in JJ. (of course there are many things that i dont miss as well..haha)...u noe waht i miss most...i miss hanging out with my peeps, rotting in the canteen...feeling guilty together coz we know that we should actually be studying and not slacking...with kez sereney stace....and CLEMENTT!!..omg..that guy..we used t call so often..not hes in ns (commando, mind you..haha) i only have short talks on msn...haizzz...im actually gald i ended up in JJ...coz i met all these ppl..and did all kinds of crazy stuff...sigh....Bye to those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8760741889426500853?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8760741889426500853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8760741889426500853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8760741889426500853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8760741889426500853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/miss-those-rafael-days.html' title='miss those &apos;rafael&apos; days.'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6421560293746933666</id><published>2007-03-29T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:13:24.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Pure</title><content type='html'>An empty block.&lt;br /&gt;A blotch of black;&lt;br /&gt;another then another.&lt;br /&gt;Once fully white,&lt;br /&gt;now just cracks.&lt;br /&gt;The black spreads on.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, I cringe.&lt;br /&gt;A tarnished life,&lt;br /&gt;once so pure.&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my hand,&lt;br /&gt;no one at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Silence, not his voice,&lt;br /&gt;numbness, not his touch.&lt;br /&gt;I want you Oh Lord;&lt;br /&gt;pass me another block.&lt;br /&gt;White without blotches;&lt;br /&gt;love, purity, sanctity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6421560293746933666?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6421560293746933666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6421560293746933666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6421560293746933666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6421560293746933666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/once-pure.html' title='Once Pure'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8166075824845332387</id><published>2007-03-29T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:06:53.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish i had guts</title><content type='html'>Some people just have guts the size of an elephant. Right now, i wish i were like these people. I wish i had ebough guts to go to this particular someone and just say all that i need to say, expose my thought feelings..ect. and then pick up even more guts to ask him what he really thinks of me. But the truh is, im really this scared shy girl who would probably never dare do anything like that. So i dont have much choice but to just go with the flow and accept things as they come. If i could just grab some courage, maybe i could move away from this stagnant position and create a shorter pathway to a happy ending..or create at least some hope of a happy ending. So tell me what shoul i do...let go of my personality, conscience and what i know to be the right thing, and do something beyond courageous for me...or hang on to this cover up, this facade, and let fate and destiny take its place? Confused. Beyond confused. My life encompasses secrets that can never be revealed for the better of my future becouse its hidden under fear and worry. He'll never know what lies in the depths of my mind..and likewise, i'll never know what lies within his. Tho happy with every small moment, i'll continue to be upset, very upset about this stagnant situation im in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8166075824845332387?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8166075824845332387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8166075824845332387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8166075824845332387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8166075824845332387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/wish-i-had-guts.html' title='Wish i had guts'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-8574554141681034963</id><published>2007-03-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:23:33.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream...Fate...Faith</title><content type='html'>If I die tomorrow, you will remain a mystery forever;&lt;br /&gt;It seem like dreams are the furthest it will get.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that this is all a hallucination,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart replies that i'm clearly lying.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to be honest, hurt is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;You have caused this dillemma,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is you who clears my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldnt you just have stayed as a face in the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;I have restricted myself for the sake of those i love.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a promise that now traps me.&lt;br /&gt;At times, the urge to break this promise grows strong;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I cant.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that my life will last really long,&lt;br /&gt;Until the moment comes when I'm right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;But then i will have to base my dreams on fate,&lt;br /&gt;for that time can never come.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be there when i finally open my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you were, your heart would have accomodated another.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to think that It'l be long till i wake from this dream.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to think that when I do, fate would play against me.&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is for you to give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;to open you heart before i open mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-8574554141681034963?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/8574554141681034963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=8574554141681034963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8574554141681034963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/8574554141681034963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreamfatefaith.html' title='Dream...Fate...Faith'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-4021295804978771041</id><published>2007-03-29T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:39:10.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai Awareness night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to meet manges at one...ended up rushing to queensway shopping centre to get the door gifts punched...the poor girl looked so tired. left queesway arnd 4 and went to PGP...nostalgia man...stayred there for a week for pre-u seminar...trust me, the outside lloks like some resort...but u'll think again once u see the rooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, the best part of the event was the 2 performances...the first by thiru and gang and the second my naresh and sai vig...both were equally smashing...2 bad bands dnt usually appreciate choir like voices..haha...anw,,, i dont like re -counting stuff...its pretty boring. so im ending here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-4021295804978771041?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/4021295804978771041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=4021295804978771041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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these two are questions that i refuse to face at this point of time. Sometimes you know what your doing is completely ridiculous. You know that what your doing is just going to bring about hurt and tears in future. But the problem is, you cant let go of what your doing now, your feelings and emotions, because the sweetness of the present circumstance is too good to give up. I want to let go of these emotions and feelings coz i'll know it'll never be. but at the same time i dont want to. the thought of the present puts a smile on my face, the thought of the future makes me cringe. Dont worry tho,i have this feeling that somethings gng to happen soon that will force me to re think my thoughts, emotions, feelings and actions. to just let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-280314218804446871?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/280314218804446871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=280314218804446871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/280314218804446871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/280314218804446871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/smile-now-cry-later.html' title='Smile Now, Cry Later'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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-2387107394594868594.post-6659134569934762593</id><published>2007-03-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:55:39.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>ok, so i guess im not blogger material am i? havent updated my previous blog for like the past 4 mths or so. and when i want to update it, guess what?i realised i forgot my password and username.haha. i promise to do better at this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387107394594868594-6659134569934762593?l=fallacypage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/feeds/6659134569934762593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387107394594868594&amp;postID=6659134569934762593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6659134569934762593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387107394594868594/posts/default/6659134569934762593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallacypage.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Thought Tracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033538646834614766</uri><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>
