<?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-8219920</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:57:54.387+08:00</updated><category term='backmasking'/><category term='the truth about songs'/><title type='text'>&lt; Gift from A Capricorn&gt;</title><subtitle type='html'>disclaimer:this blog tells of what i feel and think. some things should be taken literally.others have deeper meanings to it. you decide.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219920.post-7086061181760501098</id><published>2008-03-31T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:03:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved. &lt;br /&gt;because this was getting old.&lt;br /&gt;Find me here if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://raconteurgirl.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-7086061181760501098?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/7086061181760501098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=7086061181760501098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/7086061181760501098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/7086061181760501098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2291789277626947339</id><published>2008-01-26T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:52:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i regret the secrets of my life that I divluge to some people. The secrets, how I feel about certain things, my thought and all that jazz. I just blurt it out in moments were there are those awkward silences, just to fill conversation space. Plus, its a fair exchange. You tell me yours and I give some back in return. Not because I want to, no not really, but because I want you to talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increasingly, i find that it doesn't matter. because when I leave and go, I enter a very much happier place. The old friends who give me comfort, who never judge me and who love me. And then there's new people that I meet and want to learn and discover more. There are those that are miles away, but honestly care about what's going on in my life. And they are who I want to keep close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love" have got me thinking about how to remove the negative and attract the positive. the laws of attraction,they say, work with people as well. i have this new mantra in my head - telling me to keep calm when I want to get angry, to relax and breathe. I don't want to waste my time being angry with you anymore. any of you for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done being angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2291789277626947339?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2291789277626947339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2291789277626947339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2291789277626947339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2291789277626947339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-regret-secrets-of-my-life-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2571334735919486074</id><published>2007-11-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:37:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time in a two and a half years, i ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean really ran. not in the "i dream of putting on running gear and running" sense but in real life. i did it. and it felt liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it because i'm tired of the heavy jokes, the constant visual attack of the chicks who resemble wooden chopsticks [not the sleek elegant kind, more like the china made half-assed ones. oh-poor-bitter-me. well up yours too.]and the ever-tipping scales. i swear my weighing machine is broken. that's why i stuffed it somewhere where it will never ever see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate running. even after today, i still hate running. but i'm just doing this because i'm conforming. there i said it. i conform to the world that tells me that i'm fat. sigh. this is why people are sticking their fingers down their throats and eating one carrot stick a day. but hell, its time to see what all the big deal is about about being skinny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so move over you skinny ________. i'm coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i'm back to blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2571334735919486074?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2571334735919486074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2571334735919486074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2571334735919486074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2571334735919486074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-first-time-in-two-and-half-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-8194675101313775627</id><published>2007-09-17T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:48:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lugging a camera bag,a normal bag that's pretty but way too big to handle with the morning rush hour crowd and a laptop sure does get you down. i officially have the monday blues - my life is depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just imagine myself this morning, i  must have been quite a sight. I was literally wrestling with the camera bag and my earphones that somehow got tangled up with each other. and there i sat, occupying two seats and fighting my way with 3 bags. on a packed bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i get on the mrt and shove everything under the seat. then i get off and block everyone going down the stairs. by then, i was already in the don't-mess-with-me-or-i-will-get-in-your-face mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need the divaexpress - to jet around this island. &lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO BE WHERE I AM?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-8194675101313775627?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8194675101313775627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=8194675101313775627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/8194675101313775627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/8194675101313775627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/09/lugging-camera-baga-normal-bag-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-5675945372774525270</id><published>2007-09-06T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:18:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the hint people. update already, yes i know. &lt;br /&gt;I have actually tried, before this. But every time that i sit down and type something it just doesn't materialise into an actual post. more like incoherent ramblings. Plus, now that facebook has gotten to be the new "it" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well, today i have something to write about. Something that makes me happy but makes me reminiscent of times of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Lauren, Priyanka and Shirin today. It has been a long time since we did that - just sit around and hang out. And we do as we do always. Laugh about all our stupid times (man, THEY really did some stupid things. yes, i was the good,sane one that held everything together, i say!), have great conversation and talk about the future.They are my oldest friends - having known Shirin since I was nine and the rest since I was twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys. "banging" on lauren (yes, lau as they call it in manipal - here we just call it bitching!), apparently playing "jesus" with pri and shirin the mornings and just being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we've grown up now!&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the things yet to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5675945372774525270?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5675945372774525270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5675945372774525270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5675945372774525270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5675945372774525270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-hint-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-6225959833827595495</id><published>2007-07-29T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:22:18.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been back from the US of A for almost a month now and so, this is long overdue. Maybe its because I woke up dreaming of certain places, remembering memories and especially missing you, the ones that made those 7 weeks &lt;strong&gt;extraordinary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i owe much of my experience to Zeinab.  &lt;br /&gt;We stood at the airport, excited but scared but knowing that we had each other to get through the next seven weeks, just in case it turned out to be the worse thing we got ourselves into. The flight was...well, let's not talk about that much, shall we? All i will say, we got to San Francisco in ONE piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this running joke about which of the two of us would come out alive and walk out of Changi Airport the ultimate survivor, having to live with the other for 49 days! I think we both won, huh! [there you go, all you non-believers, who thought that a neat freak couldn't compromise with the random geek.] We did it and came out better friends than we started out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i will remember the morning wake up calls, the late nights ;), the socials, the stupid things we did, classes with you, the cringing and the oh-my-god-what-is-he-talking-about-now-this-sex-class-is-killin'-me moments, meeting wierd people everyday, lunches at the golden bear, talking in malay and never getting to the point but talking about everything esle around the point, the other person staying in our room, "basketball", the bus/BART rides, the gay parade, the random, supposedly spontaneous crossing of the road, "615 in the lobby" and we the ones who were mostly late, sitting on the grass, taking the lift when we were on the first floor,the criticism of each other's music, ROSS (how could i forget!), ms 'thang glasses, shopping... and the things we did go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i will remember how good we were/are together. Here's to 3 more years to school and the rest, when you'll be sending your kids to me for some real fun. And i'll send mine to you for the discipline. =0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget the summer of 2007. it was the best experience ever. love, babe! &lt;br /&gt;P.S: We still have Germany to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-6225959833827595495?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6225959833827595495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=6225959833827595495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/6225959833827595495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/6225959833827595495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-back-from-us-of-for-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-3682469023481371169</id><published>2007-07-19T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:06:02.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know that you've definitely grown up and changed when you look back at your personal thoughts from the past and laugh. and laugh i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no longer about the petty, childish things &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want.&lt;br /&gt;its direction, meaningful relationships and living life - that's what &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; want. &lt;br /&gt;it scares me a little because a part of me realises that I might have to venture far to seek/get what I want. &lt;br /&gt;because of what I will leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;but another part of me's just excited -let's go already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in about 2 weeks. scary. &lt;br /&gt;But this time its different - i think.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever, it is I WILL SUCK IT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE THE GROWN UP THAT I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more whining. I...promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3682469023481371169?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3682469023481371169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3682469023481371169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3682469023481371169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3682469023481371169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-that-youve-definitely-grown-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-598633791833101354</id><published>2007-07-17T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:21:43.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as i want to and know that i should, i can't bring myself to do it. and i'm still trying to figure out, how when i wrote with such ferocity in the past, i can't even be bothered with it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the importance of being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at ben's nagging (or more like worry that he might take over this spot), i will be back, i say. sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-598633791833101354?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/598633791833101354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=598633791833101354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/598633791833101354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/598633791833101354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-much-as-i-want-to-and-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2811708171937919725</id><published>2007-06-26T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:08:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that when i get home, i might just have to admit that someone's right. and while i hate saying that other people are right, I think I wouldn't mind this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna go home after this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2811708171937919725?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2811708171937919725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2811708171937919725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2811708171937919725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2811708171937919725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-that-when-i-get-home-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-3151739168741166156</id><published>2007-06-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:07:41.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i walk along the streets and down the university and i can't believe that I'm actually here. Doing this. And I thank God everyday for giving this to me. It's mine. All mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3151739168741166156?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3151739168741166156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3151739168741166156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3151739168741166156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3151739168741166156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-i-walk-along-streets-and-down.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-5287879774330456082</id><published>2007-06-19T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:22:25.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The summer is ending. Too soon for my liking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I must do a couple of things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat at an American McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a tattoo – we’ll discuss permanence later&lt;br /&gt;5. Get my hair cut, American style&lt;br /&gt;6. Shop at Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;7. Step in a casino&lt;br /&gt;8. Play the jackpot&lt;br /&gt;9. Walk the strip&lt;br /&gt;10. Walk along Hollywood Boulevard &lt;br /&gt;11. Meet a star!&lt;br /&gt;12. Go down University Street&lt;br /&gt;13. Barnes and Nobles, baby!&lt;br /&gt;14. Take a picture with Mr. Merrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. Say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5287879774330456082?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5287879774330456082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5287879774330456082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5287879774330456082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5287879774330456082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-is-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-8880417014582871903</id><published>2007-06-10T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:06:28.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only in AMRIKA. that's all I can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 in the morning and I can't go back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a morning to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only in america, i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-8880417014582871903?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8880417014582871903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=8880417014582871903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/8880417014582871903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/8880417014582871903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-in-amrika.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-5593875130337556611</id><published>2007-06-05T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:03:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I met a woman, so broken, so depressed by the card that life dealt here. She came to America with the promise of a nice life, by a man 14 years older than her. She was only 18. He promised, she came. He lied and kept her captive, in isolation for 10 years. She wasn't allowed to work, do the laundry, go out, study. She was a prisoner in her own house. He often called her a "poor little grisbo", a whore or a bitch. He raped her and physically abused her. But what stood most with her was the emotional abuse that he rendered. He made her exercise up to 4 hours a day so that she would be a size 2, and never allowed her to eat a hamburger or chocolate. She had a kid against her will and soon came to live for him. She had to protect him because he was hers and he would be killed by the psychotic man. He used to shake the baby and threaten to throw the kid away when the child continually cried. She finally got the courage to stand up to the man and finally left him. But he continued to harass her,put her down in front of their son and maintained his emotional grip over her. She repeated numerous times that she was happy but it seemed like she was trying to reassure herself that she really was. That verbalising it would make it come true.And that's marisol's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly thankful for the experience. I felt emotionally drained hearing about her abuse but its nothing compared to what she was feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in domestic violence class. amazing experience to hear the story of a domestic violence survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in class, we had 2 guest lecturers. From the GLBT community. It was a unique experience. I doubt that I would ever meet two African-American women who are lesbian/bisexual. I don't agree with the lifestyle but it was mindblowing to see where they are coming from. Throughout the evolution of the GLBT community, I've always heard the heterosexual perspective. I realised that we treat these other human beings like dirt- because we resent them for the choices that we make. We might not like it but their choices don't make us any more superior than them. It was good to hear what they had to say although they could have been a little more coherent in terms of their thoughts. Its intriguing - to me at least - why people change sexual orientation, how they tell others and why they make the decisions they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only in human sexuality class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5593875130337556611?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5593875130337556611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5593875130337556611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5593875130337556611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5593875130337556611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-met-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-4059012557934118089</id><published>2007-06-03T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:06:49.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since blogger is being PMSy about uploading photos, just go to this link and check out san francisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22305&amp;l=ea3b7&amp;id=546255622&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-4059012557934118089?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4059012557934118089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=4059012557934118089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4059012557934118089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4059012557934118089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/since-blogger-is-being-pmsy-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-4844873364328762582</id><published>2007-05-29T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T03:01:26.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons Why I Love It Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you seen this town? It’s incredible. It’s the nature, the way things were made the way the people are. We walk down the streets and people ask us how we’re doing. We make a purchase and the counter-lady talks/ jokes around with us. We need to buy something but don’t know where to get it – they’ll go the extra mile: We needed to get textbooks but we were in the wrong section of this huge bookstore. The guy who works there saw that we needed help, took us to the right place, checked if new stock of the book was coming and even apologized when he couldn’t help us- and the store people said bye! And it’s just not them alone- it’s kinda a culture shock really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hall culture here is inclusive – they really make an effort to include everyone. Every night there’s been a different activity- it started with a hall meeting where EVERYONE in Erhman and Cunningham Hall came and the resident advisors (RAs) introduced themselves to us. Every night here’s a party – cause it’s not really safe to walk around at night, so they bring the party to us. So far its been one lounge movie, one freezing-your-butts-off movie (we sat on the wet, wet, wet grass and had cold root beer), tomorrow we’re going to Target…you get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping! Me and Zeinab went shopping downtown and they have clothes, clothes, clothes, tons of clothes. And just not any kind of clothes – its Tommy Hilfiger, Guess, Levis, and DKNY – and they’re really really cheap! I took 15 different clothes to try on in the dressing room and they allow you to take up to 8 pieces to try on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Berkeley Culture – there’s a whole town dedicated to this university. It’s GO BEARS all the way. Along Bancroft street (the street where the school is opposite to), there’s shop after shop which sells school merchandise – sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it, they have it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The architecture – gorgeous. ‘nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The lectures – it’s a whole different experience out here. Lecturers are open and willing to share. Students clamor to answer and there’s always interactive discussion. The Singapore system is attempting to get out of handholding so that we won’t be so dependant. So we’re forced to get our own notes, find out things on our own but here its different. I wouldn’t call it handholding – Cal students are pretty independent by what I’ve seen. Teachers give out lecture notes at every lesson and print every single paper resource so everyone has access to them but students are then expected to participate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Laundry party!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Real Men! Lol. No no, am not going crazy over that kind of scenery (it gets pretty bland after awhile when everyone starts to look the same) but the guys here are different – gentlemanly to say the least. Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-4844873364328762582?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4844873364328762582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=4844873364328762582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4844873364328762582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4844873364328762582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/reasons-why-i-love-it-here-1.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-8464256126536764082</id><published>2007-05-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:21:31.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've landed. IN SAN FRANCISCO!yay! actually that was 3 days ago and surprisingly i'm adjusting well. no jet lag [actually mar, i think i'm getting some of your inability to sleep! must a west side of the world thing]. I really like it here, seriously! The people are really nice - everyone is. I think its just the way that they are - you walk into a shop and they ask you how's your day, they talk to you about your purchases, etc. And they're really helpful! I think i'm in wonderland. I can't stop saying how nice this place is - berkeley is the campus that every other university wants to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've got tons of reading to do and so, go I must! And I want to leave you with pictures but its just a thing of this side of the world - their blogger doesn't recognise pictures. sad. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-8464256126536764082?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8464256126536764082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=8464256126536764082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/8464256126536764082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/8464256126536764082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-landed.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-5138616508224716077</id><published>2007-05-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:15:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew that I've always wanted to go out and see the world ever since I found out that a whole different world exists beyond Malaysia. I think i was about 7 when I discovered that. And ever since then, I've been plotting an scheming to get out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to get out when I was 18, you know, go overseas, live overseas, enjoy the world overseas and then NEVER come back. And the plan failed. Miserably. It kinda fizzled out and died a slow horrible painful death in my heary. It was thwarted by one thing and one thing only. My MOTHER. sigh. An oversight on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there came along this wonderful opportunity called Global Summer Studies. And I still can't believe that I went along with it. But i did, and i leave sun. I'm extremely nervous. Some part of me believes that I will just crumble when thrown into the big big world - there's finances to worry about, managing my survival, making new friends, exploring and taking in everything I can before I come back... oh , my heart pounds just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous, i'm excited, i'm playing it cool, i'm worried, i taste freedom, independance. And finally, I get to see if Americans are really worth the hype. Maybe Obama might come campaigning at Berkeley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time that I check back will probably be from San Francisco. So watch this space because I promise to update it with all the wonderful things that I'm going to experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I might, just might get to see my sweetheart of a little boy! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5138616508224716077?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5138616508224716077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5138616508224716077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5138616508224716077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5138616508224716077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-knew-that-ive-always-wanted-to-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-7844683027652701231</id><published>2007-05-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:31:47.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when a guy has FOUR girls,&lt;br /&gt;who are there to keep it real for you,&lt;br /&gt;look out for you,&lt;br /&gt;and to celebrate,&lt;br /&gt;i say,&lt;br /&gt;he's pretty darn lucky.&lt;br /&gt;don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Norvin.&lt;br /&gt;hope you like davidoff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-7844683027652701231?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/7844683027652701231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=7844683027652701231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/7844683027652701231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/7844683027652701231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-guy-has-four-girls-who-are-there.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-1249071676479346099</id><published>2007-04-28T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:31:41.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the days are finally here when i get to wake up, plonk my deirdre on the couch and not move for the next 6 hours. amazing huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like i had attained eternal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queuing up at the Donut Factory was ... interesting, for lack of a better word. Can you believe it - two women actually got into a fight about the donuts and the POLICE had to be called. yeah the REAL men in blue. and then Raffles City's security people started taking their jobs seriously. oh come on, these people got into a fight because one was standing to close to the other and some other person cut the queue or something like that. i couldn't hear very well. i was the 256th in the bloody line. we stood there from 1130 all the way until 230 in the afternoon. amazing. we are singaporeans after all. We actually have pictures of us reaching the 2nd portion of the line and can see the donut shop! i swear i'm obssessed with those things. they really are yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the "namesake" after that. And let me tell you, indian people having faux-sex with each other makes me uncomfortable. and see, i'm not a prude [me? i prude. puh-lease. i laugh.] but i started laughing when Tabu and Irfaan Khan started getting at it. yes, when i'm uncomfortable i laugh. [wrong reaction but still] Bollywood has trained me well, so well in fact that i sometimes cringe in embarassment when the Bollywood people get all hot and bothered, if you know what i mean. Its perfectly alright, in fact, necessary to have some scenes of intimacy in Hollywood but Indian films....i much prefer them to give me an impression. you know, the barely there touches, the whisper in the ear, the light brushes of the lips ... oh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double standards i know but its just different! on a brighter note, i see kal penn in a different light now after Harold and Kumar. yes, jun i really heard that he's coming to teach a semester at SMU. i really did! call them and find out! and if he is....take me with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-1249071676479346099?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1249071676479346099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=1249071676479346099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/1249071676479346099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/1249071676479346099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/04/days-are-finally-here-when-i-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-649603593362298451</id><published>2007-04-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:58:13.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's no where in the world i'd rather be than in front of an open freezer door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been terrible lately. It's like its PMS-ing or something. It was a perfectly beautiful, sunny day today, right before vandana's paper and the moment we all step out from the hall, there's this flash of freak rain. and i end up caught up in it, without an umbrella. so i end up looking like a drowned rat, standing in the bus, collecting my very own pool of water. and by the time we reach boon lay, its bright and sunny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe NTU is really an island on its own. That's why we have our own weather, weather that's different from the MAIN island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 papers down, 2 more to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distractions are numerous, and even when there aren't, I have this uncanny ability to make up one. just because. I have realised that studying about cathode rays and how to make a survey isn't my forte. I much rather get out there and get down and dirty. Why and what I study is beyond me. But come to think of it, i definately prefer the university system. See, all i have to do is to study a particular subject for 14 weeks and after that, i really can throw it all out of the window. I don't have to remember it for some useless, major exam 2 years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's coming and i can't wait. First up on the agenda: Queuing at the Donut Factory. Zeinab's idea. The point of the whole thing is to actually join some random bloody queue. Those damn donuts better taste good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-649603593362298451?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/649603593362298451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=649603593362298451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/649603593362298451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/649603593362298451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-no-where-in-world-id-rather-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-771212816374840213</id><published>2007-04-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:14:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been one hellavu loaded week. and its only wednesday. and by loaded, i mean shooting myself in the foot. with my comments. me and my big mouth. great. and now i'm known as the queen of innuendo. make that sexual innuendo. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all this has to do with wonder woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my penchant for opening my mouth and saying the wrong things at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zak and xinyi are not helping by telling the whole world about it, you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams are in about 5 days and i'm right about screwed. scratch that. i mean doomed. because i haven't really started studying. seriously. i'm still doing an essay for my elective which i should have s/u-ed and studying for an extremely redundant test. Sometimes i wonder whether these people understand the concept of a study break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six weeks and counting. actually make that a countdown to the 25th of april. and after that i'm free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-771212816374840213?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/771212816374840213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=771212816374840213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/771212816374840213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/771212816374840213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-week-has-been-one-hellavu-loaded.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-4161723744796645371</id><published>2007-04-04T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:27:18.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hereby declare M &amp; M's peanut butter so orgasmic. trust me. i know. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-4161723744796645371?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4161723744796645371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=4161723744796645371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4161723744796645371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4161723744796645371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hereby-declare-m-ms-peanut-butter-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-367914443389367463</id><published>2007-04-02T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:13:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i believe the only reason why jun came to school today is to gloat at liverpool's only win over arsenal this season. sigh. i think i asked for it. i should have jumped higher when arsenal won liverpool 6-3 the last time. it would have totally made up for them losing this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that she chased me around the CS bench area to gloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. why why why have you boys let me down like that that i have to endure such humilation way over here. my darling fabregas, you can't wait for the season to be over? End it now already! But just to counter jun [because she has claimed bragging rights for the whole week], we won you 3 times the past season. liverpool just got lucky this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another irritating note, the IRO is messing with me. I am supposedly a student at UC-Berkeley's summer programme but there is no record of it for the IRO. Inefficiency i tell you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms K replied after landing from the UAE. She's one lucky girl i tell you, jetting off around the world. She's such a sweetheart and i miss her. BUT i will see her soon. When mar comes home in about a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with KS last Thursday. It was extremely random because firstly, i didn't realise that he was online and secondly, i'm never sure if he knows how to use MSN. He seems to be there but he's not really. I swear, he's a moron. I found out that he knows about Mike Portnoy, dream theatre's drummer and possibly the best in the best. But why should i have been surprised? KS isn't that bad a drummer himself. And i unknowingly lied to him that i was going to BERKLEE. sorry, my mistake. Anyhow, that boy is a sweetie and talking to him makes me realise that i miss seeing him on a daily basis. He's the idiot who wouldn't shut up in maths lecture, who calls me birdie and makes me laugh endlessly. And most of all, he's just like a brother to me. You know, the one that messes around with you and tells you to be safe and you know that he's watching out for you? that's KS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss council.&lt;br /&gt;those were the days, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-367914443389367463?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/367914443389367463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=367914443389367463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/367914443389367463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/367914443389367463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-believe-only-reason-why-jun-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-3395628281034768102</id><published>2007-03-31T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:44:18.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf. arsenal lost again. and to liverpool at that. sigh. even the man united supporter is trash-talking me. fantastic. why why why are you boys losing all your matches lately! i'm so gonna get it from jun on monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3395628281034768102?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3395628281034768102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3395628281034768102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3395628281034768102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3395628281034768102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/03/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-1723655383547561643</id><published>2007-03-22T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:54:27.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are about to get exciting around here. yup, the exams are coming but who's talking about that? i'm more excited in what's coming after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been confirmed: I'M GOING TO UC-BERKELEY!&lt;br /&gt;that too with the best company possible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i can't wait for the summer to unwind and relax. contrary to popular believe [read:my mother], i'm not going there to be a boozy, high-strung, loose individual. I'm going to have fun! and learn something about business communication and sexual cultures. where esle would that be possible. i think NTU should take a leaf out of UC-Berkeley's course subjects. the subject lists here are so drab that you jump for joy when you see UC-Berkeley's courses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have high blood pressure. the cause: working with imbeciles and morons! some people just need to be shot. and i've said that many times here, which means that singapore really needs to change its gun laws. or maybe it shouldn't. because i they had/do, they would be sticking the injection in my vein right about....now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-1723655383547561643?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1723655383547561643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=1723655383547561643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/1723655383547561643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/1723655383547561643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-are-about-to-get-exciting-around.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2690444239543591964</id><published>2007-03-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:30:09.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our actions have consequences that last long after us, entwining the present with the future in ways that we cannot begin to understand. I have resolved a simple thing: I will do those things which make me happy today, and which I can also live with ten years from now. &lt;br /&gt;-Penn Cage, The Quiet Game&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back into the habit of reading novels, proper ones that have nothing to do with shopping or bitches. Well, in The Quiet Game, there was a bitch, but she was relevant to the plot. Greg Iles is an amazing writer that captures me at every turn. Ever since 24,i vowed that I would read every single Greg Iles book there is out there and I think I've just about managed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually believe that books are way better than television. I'm pretty much desensitized to everything that's on televison. Mass murderers don't scare me, some CSI will probably catch them through some random hair left in the victim's oesophagus [sorry! its the only hard sounding scientific word that i know how to spell. yes, i didn't take bio. and now i'm embarassed]. Romantic encounters are boring, cliched and predictable. Reality shows are taking a turn for the worse [American Idol is D-I-S-A-P-P-O-I-N-T-I-N-G this season. although paula's drunk antics are the thing to watch out for. and simon's still kinda always right.] I always rely on bitchy television to make for an interesting show but then its always really hard to find honestly decent bitchy actors [why am i hiding my talent i dont' know!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is that television doesn't really cut it for me anymore although I still watch tons of it. its ingrained, I can't help it. But books bring me to a whole different dimension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Weisenberger, Jennifer Wiener, Greg Iles,J.K Rowling, John Grisham, Harper Lee, Amy Lee and even Catherine Lim. just to name a few, of course. sigh, where would I be with the thrillers, the romantics and the fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in my attempt to find a hard sounding body part to make myself sound smart, I chanced upon the most idiot website ever. but i think its meant to teach english or something. anyway i took a test on body parts. Am glad to say, people, you can trust me in case of an emergency. I know the difference between a moustache and a lip. yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can take the test at http://iteslj.org/v/ei/body.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2690444239543591964?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2690444239543591964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2690444239543591964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2690444239543591964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2690444239543591964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-actions-have-consequences-that-last.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-3754135455981536245</id><published>2007-02-26T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:56:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrations are always supposed to be a good thing. But not at yesterday's carling cup. i told aaron that its just a game when he said that he was feeling nervous before the game. and then when the it ended i just felt so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up thinking about what a waste that the game ended the way that it did because it really was an excellent game. well except for john terry getting kicked unconscious by diaby, but still. Arsenal played fantastic football and it wasn't even the experienced footballers on the pitch. There was good showmanship when even the arsenal fans clapped for terry when he was led off the pitch. but then the ugly side of football reared its head when djoue and other chealsea player got into a ruckus. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i don't think arsenal are going to win any championship this season. but i will hope and pray and cross my fingers that PSV gets trashed at the next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, i just realised that whenever i say that arsenal are not going to win, they never do. hmm....maybe i should be a bookie? fast way to earn quick money. maybe then i won't need kurseth anymore =0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be break week but it feels like hell week 2. i don't know why these people just can't give us a proper break. i'm starting to miss mugging and proper lectures where i dont' have to pay attention and then there's always tutors that are so loving enough to repeat everything during tutorials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm alway making the wrong choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's always a silver lining in everything. i saw my sweetheart yesterday. All you people coo about thousand and one babies, but there's only one for me. dylan, my babe. i saw him and he stared. like he recognised me. aw...he melts my heart and i'm sure he's gonna a hottie with gorgeous in twenty years time. oh god. i'll be 39 then. ugh. i hope that day never comes. growing old is NOT my forte. but anyway congratulations sarah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3754135455981536245?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3754135455981536245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3754135455981536245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3754135455981536245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3754135455981536245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/02/celebrations-are-always-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-3190157230580786808</id><published>2007-02-21T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:11:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lunch. with dawn. now. at the quad. i'm late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3190157230580786808?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3190157230580786808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3190157230580786808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3190157230580786808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3190157230580786808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/02/lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-4829907211015532033</id><published>2007-02-12T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:58:09.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the wine society has decided to pick up the slack and they've come up with a "society dinner". But check out the menu! For $22 ONLY, well for members at least, here's what we get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet spread:&lt;br /&gt;Bacon &amp; Mushroom Gratin. Farm Boy Splendor. Huai San. Fruit Salad. Prawn Jelly Salad. Grilled Mushroom and Mango Sorbet. Fish soup. Cream of Mushroom. Cream of Pumpkin. Shark-fin Melon Herbal Soup. Tao's Oven Roasted Steak. Marinated Lamb Cutlet. Stew Beef with Rice (Japanese style). Grilled Snapper with Japanese sauce. Slow Cooked Pork Back Ribs. Spicy Ocean Stingray. Tao's Grilled Chicken. Baked Atlantic Flounder with Cheese. Sesame Pudding. Yangsheng Poached Pear. Greentea or Yam ice-cream. Snow Creamy Souffle. Creme Brulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? I say, what?!!! i say YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and here comes the best part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine lure:&lt;br /&gt;3 types of wine will be served, free-flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...ah...ah...I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAWN QUEK! WE'RE SO THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-4829907211015532033?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4829907211015532033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=4829907211015532033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4829907211015532033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4829907211015532033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-wine-society-has-decided-to-pick-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-5413114437015424143</id><published>2007-02-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:58:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good things in life are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;and it just seems like the keep passing me by&lt;br /&gt;they're in my reach, i see it&lt;br /&gt;it bypasses me and someone esle reaches out and takes it&lt;br /&gt;from right under me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only me isn't it? ask me about life being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you about how life screws with me&lt;br /&gt;every single _________ day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch. a really hardcore fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has to be right up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;like everything esle isn't that hard already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its expectations, expectations that i expect that i can fulfil&lt;br /&gt;unfotunately, the more i want it, the more it slips away&lt;br /&gt;obstructions, obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should settle for what i have&lt;br /&gt;but that's a hard thing to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch. a really hardcore fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5413114437015424143?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5413114437015424143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5413114437015424143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5413114437015424143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5413114437015424143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-things-in-life-are-hard-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2954432689419697175</id><published>2007-02-05T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:15:09.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the mac. i really do. its gorgeous white keeps calling out to me. but then i'm forced to attend CS108 and then i just feel like smashing the whole thing on the floor. because i can't get what the hell shawn is saying. and it doesn't help that the mouse keeps hanging on me. i think i shall steal the keyboard before i leave. that'll serve the stupid computer right. there you go, you'll be left without a typing pad. how do you feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i'm talking to a computer. not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fucking tired. that's how tired i am. and i still have one more lecture to go. why do i do this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim asked me today what i would do if i didn't have to go to university. random question but valid. i wish i had a cool enough answer as his. He wants to go climbing for the rest of his life. the himalayas people, he wants to conquer that! [this is not the same boy that i met 6 years ago!!!!]. i told him that i would get away from this place. go to some obscure corner of the world and live my life on some farm. and do real farming. watched "a good year". russell crowe inherits this amazing place- something like a vineyard. i want that. all i need  now is the perfect ____. yup the perfect ____. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you people thinking?! don't think dirrrrrty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan is to stopover in london. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind being the mamasan. kurseth, can i be yours? pretty please? i'll be nice. really. haha i'll put a quota on the service ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim's idea of stirring up fun in lecture is to start kissing the person next to you and get them to pass it on. something like a kissing chain, until the teacher notices. yeah right. eventhough shawn looks at the ceiling, snogging people are definately gonna get you attention,baby. but if anyone decides to try it, let me know how it goes yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ugh. he's still going on about modifiying composite mode. SEE. i bet you didn't get that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i just had a shock. the mac tells me that i have to restart my comp! and i thought everything was gone. thank goodness blogger has a recover post option! or not someone would be on the receiving end of a spicy beating [ajay's words, not mine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are really random, scattered thoughts of the day. i'm on the verge of comatose because i've been staring at this bloody screen for the past 2 and a half hours. so i'm gonna go. if ANYONE has any GOOD ideas about how i can make GOOD money without selling my BODY or PIMPING ANYONE ESLE [i don't mind this but unfortunately its illegal] and LEGAL, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for vchops[cute name huh? haha i ripped it off  ben}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta darlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8219920.post-1532199806617823609</id><published>2007-02-02T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:08:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe that i'm about to say this because i'm supposed to be supporting arsenal but i absolutely think jose mourinho is hot. and an excellent coach of course! its just that i've been reading all these reports about the kind of coach that he is in the locker room and all. wow, i would never imagine that a coach of such a huge club would be like that at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with kurseth today was fun. we went to holland v. nice bohemian enclave. apparently we'll be spending valentine's day at walla walla. interesting. its not that we're together, its just that we're the cool single people who don't need to be sucking up to some guy just to be happy for one day. not worth it. walla walla has good entertainment enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KS tells me that he misses me. and then he calls me a shit head. but i won't complain. for now. its been ages since i talked to him, let alone seen him. he's still an ugly boy. sigh. when when when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need $8000. i will beg borrow or steal. or alternatively i could be shameless about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-1532199806617823609?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1532199806617823609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=1532199806617823609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='backmasking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh you have to check this site out, its f'king cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeffmilner.com/backmasking.htm"&gt;http://jeffmilner.com/backmasking.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go listen to what britney spear's "Hit Me Baby One More Time" REALLY says when played backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hear for yourself that Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven" is really satanic. but still an awesome song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even lennon's not spared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*this is what i learn in class. so cool huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-8809462959143405465?l=letmeblowyamind.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-8219920.post-5397859450014876921</id><published>2007-01-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:31:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. the weather is getting me down. i'm not much of a rain person. yeah i have the occasional fantasies of running in the rain with that oh-so-yummy boy where he is preferably not wearing a shirt and of course, showing off his wondrous physique. but that's just a fantasy. real-life would probably serve up some half-decent guy with NO abs. so i shan't make myself disgusted just thinking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this isn't supposed to be about a guy. its about the rain, that's pissing me off majorly bad. why can't the rain go to australia. lord knows they need some help down there. i just want the sun back!!! we're supposed to be tropical. not monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand being wet and walking around in wet shoes. and i can't stand the fact that everytime i leave home without an umbrella, i come back DRENCHED. yeah so i can get dry, but the looks that are get are far from flattering. It's the bloody rain people! stop staring at me like i'm a drowned rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it doesn't rain tmrw when i have to walk around in, of all things, a sari!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5397859450014876921?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5397859450014876921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5397859450014876921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5397859450014876921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5397859450014876921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-720933117214014240</id><published>2007-01-22T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:26:54.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'VE OFFICIALLY WATCHED MY FIRST PROPER ARSENAL MATCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what, they kicked man united's butt this morning in the oh-so-tense match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;granted, rooney scored the 1st goal of the morning. but arsenal were just warming up and you could tell that they weren't going down without a fight. no, not at least at the emirates stadium. there were at least 3 yellow cards [ ronaldo, obviously had to be one of those people].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least there were no embarassing drogba-ballack moments from the chelsea-liverpool match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when wenger played van persie, i just knew that he was going to score a goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that boy [he's only 22] is a goal scoring gem. unfortunately he's injured himself scoring that goal. damn. the match goes on, united panicks,they get their panties in a bunch and arsenal remains ever cool and collected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the score's 2-1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah, with arsenal winning of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers to many more matches for arsenal, with me watching of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-720933117214014240?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/720933117214014240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=720933117214014240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/720933117214014240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/720933117214014240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-officially-watched-my-first-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-3631262451724376454</id><published>2007-01-15T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:47:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, blogging has become a chore. [when it shouldn't have been]. but still, my adoring fans [read kurseth/jared] have begged me to update and so i shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the new year. i know i'm kinda late considering that's its already 18 days past since the first day of the new year. but what the hell. at least i still said it. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can tell, the new year is not exciting me. maybe its because i'm at school. ugh. speaking of school, the modules are interesting, but then its just another thing altogether. i think its because i'm hung up over the holidays being over. to tell you the truth, i'm actually counting down to the next holiday, which coincidentally, will be here in just about 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all goes well, KL/Klang, here i come. *crosses my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't really be complaining actually, because, come to think off it, school has improved tremendously over the last semester! the days are earlier and i think i get to spend more time with the girls. which all makes for good entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh by the way, Arsenal is totally on a roll. the thrashing of liverpool, twice, might i add, has elevated my confidence, that THIS is totally the club for me. Manchester United meets Arsenal this weekend. Unfortunately, that would not be a good match to bet on. For all you know, Man U would be the ones walking out of the stadium with their itty-bitty devil tails between their legs. so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. give me something to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3631262451724376454?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3631262451724376454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3631262451724376454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3631262451724376454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3631262451724376454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh-blogging-has-become-chore.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-5848159908215826719</id><published>2007-01-01T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:12:21.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been neglecting this space but with good reason. i've had a great holiday that surprisingly i started off dreading. but it was amazing. and i want to tell you about it so i'll pick up where i left off which is after youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My uncle, aunt and cousins landed in Singapore on the 22nd of December. To be honest i wasn't sure what to expect since i haven't since my aunt and cousins in six years. Well, things changed and man, i totally enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MY BIRTHDAY! i shall elaborate with pictures!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014766850851765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgH4ahsfRI/AAAAAAAAACc/qzZMP6bX0p4/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to watch 'night at the musuem' starring ben stiller. great movie go catch it i watched it twice!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014766863736667426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgH5KhsfSI/AAAAAAAAACk/teraGI2leqI/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two very lovely aunts. aunty liz [my uncle's wife] on the left and joyce ammama on the right!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014766872326602034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgH5qhsfTI/AAAAAAAAACs/CRTGrFCtvAc/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does he look satisfied? with the food of course! we had turkish food at this amazing restaurant! its at boat quay and the service was great. maybe because there weren't many people that night. but still! this is my cousin, tim.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014766880916536642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgH6KhsfUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lig5Kk9VTqA/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family picture. waited 6 years to take this. hopefully we don't have to wait that long again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014766893801438546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgH66hsfVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LFNk5lEfvZk/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't realise that this was upside down. but i'm too lazy to change it the right way up. so tilt your heads people! anyway. its me. posing with the turkish flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my birthday would suck this year because mariam wasn't here and i seriously thought that i would have to spend it in pain but i was gladly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating non stop. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no qualms admitting it, JB is a godforsken town. its like god decided to look at everything but that place when he blessed everything esle around it. but its saving grace is definately its food. to be precise...seafood. you want seafood, screw singaporean restaurants. go to JB. Kukup to be precise. its a disgusting vile place and you eat above the sea but hell, the food so totally makes up for it! oh man, i'm salivating just remembering the food!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014770733502201186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgLaahsfWI/AAAAAAAAADE/1YXHcsN2aos/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;johor bahru generally&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014770750682070402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgLbahsfYI/AAAAAAAAADU/S1vA9OXaQrg/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at kukup, trying to find parking. malaysian signs are almost always....SHIT.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014770737797168498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgLaqhsfXI/AAAAAAAAADM/YpzRVKzmP6o/s320/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;view from the restaurant. it had this old world feeling. like time just passed this place by.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014770759272005010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgLb6hsfZI/AAAAAAAAADc/ijAcu8VLkcU/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummy! what did we NOT have...crabs, prawns, fish...we ordered just about the whole menu!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014770772156906914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgLcqhsfaI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hd8fq0sjL0I/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we tried to get to the southern most tip of malaysian and this is what we saw. great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent most of the 5 days eating non stop. but my favourite time was when we were at the hyatt hotel bar. baby, bring on the booze! lol and boozing we did. we[me, tim and liza] ditched the adults, went to the bar and started off with sambucas. not just ordinary sambucas, flamin' ones. i found out how you drink a sambuca. they come in shot glasses and you're supposed to light it and then drink it down. tim's way was to drink it and then stick the lighter in his mouth to flame the thing and then gulp it down. HOT! haha the waiter was looking at him in disbelieve, like he was some show man or something! haha then came the fun part where we looked at the menu and ordered what ever. so it was a white russian, a mai tai, a dry martini [james bond style of course] and a tiki puka puka. the last one was meant as a joke but it taste great! really. but i felt retarded ordering that just like that time that i wanted sex on the beach.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776505938247090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgQqahsfbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/APHXUbD372M/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the hotel bar&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776523118116290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgQrahsfcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QkSLl32GNnw/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;do we look woozy to you?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776536003018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgQsKhsfdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZNyAnbtZif0/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we went bowling too at some alley and we discovered this sign. of all the dumbass loser signs that malaysia has, this is my favourite. read no 2: it says when any players score a strike, all other players and supporters MUST applause to lift his moral. wtf? why the hell would i do that for my competitor!!! lol. but it is funny. the sign, i mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776548887920098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgQs6hsfeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y36oP1Al2Bo/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my aunt and me&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776553182887410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RZgQtKhsffI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_05KK-Nl1JQ/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my father trying to be humorous but ended up looking like he stuck his fingers in my sister's nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i miss them already since they left on saturday. So the plan is for us to go there instead of them coming here. Tim promised to take me proper clubbing in London so he owes me one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New Year's Eve was spent at church, with me wearing a sari. The sari  was great, wearing it was not so good! but still it all worked out well. Hmmm..i miss 2006 already. it really was a great year and i'm not so big on changes so i'm kinda apprehensive about the new year. plus school starts in about a week's time so i'm even more worried about that! but we'll take things as it goes! anyhow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-5848159908215826719?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5848159908215826719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=5848159908215826719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/5848159908215826719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-1489162958290677640&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;finally got this video uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;its three guys, a girl and a prata place rocking out at the melaka water city resort! it was great fun playing with the boys! &lt;br /&gt;[sound system screwed us lah]&lt;br /&gt;but enjoy the video!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2177506801964736236?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2177506801964736236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2177506801964736236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2177506801964736236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2177506801964736236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/12/three-guys-girl-and-prata-place-medley.html' title='three guys a girl and a prata place: medley of rock songs'/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2152962530867431487</id><published>2006-12-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:54:48.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i haven't recovered from the trip to melaka. it was exhausting but totally not what i expected it to be. &lt;strong&gt;i DID have fun, surprise surprise. &lt;/strong&gt;i met great, fun people. not at all what i was expecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here's the lowdown on what happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ajay dissed the malaysians every chance that he got with the microphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my room became the female refugee camp for the people that didn't like their own rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ate, sleep and pretended that we were pigs for 5 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;realised that malaylalees can be fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we[three guys a girl and a prata place] rocked out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010642170419117170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYlggahsfHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YTJvn67sX44/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010642969283034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYlhO6hsfII/AAAAAAAAAAs/W_EeGjuHK4k/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; me. johanna. susan ammama. reggie achacha. she's so cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010648028754508946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYll1ahsfJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0v6T3dXlC6c/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;singapore parish's performance&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010648033049476258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYll1qhsfKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H8n89wsYs0I/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and sophia. not a good shot. stupid glasses&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010648037344443570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYll16hsfLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q3zjQ3SHwdY/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;three guys, a girl and a prata place [before the performance?]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010648045934378178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYll2ahsfMI/AAAAAAAAABM/nIX2GV5K-4M/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sound system screwed up the sound lah. damn malaysian technology&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010648050229345490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYll2qhsfNI/AAAAAAAAABU/RG2ZFFucJ1Q/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;millie.liza.joel. me. ryan. we finally told millie who we are!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010651043821550818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYlok6hsfOI/AAAAAAAAABc/iigplE2JaUg/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me and aaron. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010651052411485426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYlolahsfPI/AAAAAAAAABk/QPg-XURBUg8/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the whole "jim bang"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sophia with arm around abigail. standing ebhind them is simon, who's standing next to me. sharon has her arm around me. followed by ryan, ronnie, liza, kenny, anusha, sheena up front and lastly the kellogs tony the tiger,ruben!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010651056706452738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xq06EOu5os4/RYlolqhsfQI/AAAAAAAAABs/1s0_9OXbaaA/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aw.the sad goodbye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok....more pictures at a later time! off to snooze!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tim david uncle jacob and aunty liza are coming soon!! in 2 days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2152962530867431487?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2152962530867431487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2152962530867431487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2152962530867431487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2152962530867431487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-recovered-from-trip-to-melaka.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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/_xq06EOu5os4/RYlggahsfHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YTJvn67sX44/s72-c/IMG_0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219920.post-3036809260842993768</id><published>2006-12-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:27:26.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the rate things are going, i think i'm going to be alcoholic by the end of the christmas season. don't get me wrong, no one's passing out the wine, just yet. its just that the whole friggin' world [read: my parents, my sister] is driving me nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either this year gets to the end faster OR i'm going to scream myself to the end of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either way, its going to be painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i can do i hope that they don't ruin my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kurseth came over today and we had movie marathon. more like 2 movies and we battled a typhoon. but other than that it was a lazy afternoon with us lazing on my couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do people expect my house to be organized?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least my room was up to standard. i can't speak for the other 3 people that live here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bombay cafe let me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't  EVER order any drink from there that starts with an 's'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it tastes like crap. and it cost 3 bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont' know why but it was disappoint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i had great fun with kurseth today. you know, just hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny how i'm going for a church youth camp but i feel like i'm being dragged to hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone pass the bottle over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-3036809260842993768?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3036809260842993768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=3036809260842993768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3036809260842993768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/3036809260842993768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-rate-things-are-going-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-6634590478730312630</id><published>2006-12-12T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:57:09.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ruined holiday plans does not make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not happy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-6634590478730312630?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6634590478730312630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=6634590478730312630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/6634590478730312630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/6634590478730312630'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard someone say that between siblings, there will always be rivalry, no matter how close they are. and that to me is true. sometimes i wonder if i was dealt the better hand. but those times are far and few.&lt;br /&gt;am i jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so. actually, i don't know [now, that's really rare]. the past few weeks have been funny, in a wierded out way. I've been helping out at church a bit more than i would normally do/ that i would like to in the past couple of weeks. but its amazing how much i'm still glazed over. i've written about this before and its part of the reason why i stay away. and as much as i don't want to let this affect me, it does. i mean, come on. no one wants to go through life being a wallflower. so am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the answer to this question: &lt;strong&gt;no, i'm not&lt;/strong&gt;. so i should just stop letting the friggin' world control my thoughts and emotions, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right. and all i'm saying is that i wanna be &lt;strong&gt;noticed&lt;/strong&gt;. and its not just some narcisstic self pleasuring habit that i have. i'm just saying that i can stand my own ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and its about time that i get out of &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; shadow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its blocking everything that's me.&lt;/div&gt;so screw you, world, if you can't be bothered to care. i've never, and i don't plan to start now.&lt;br /&gt;i once msged ms k, when i was kinda down at the start of school, and she said to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you're a bright girl...chin up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; and i did then and i wake up everyday with that mantra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard sometimes getting up and going when face value is important in this culture, in this world. no pretty face? oops sorry you can't get through the door. too fat? hah. well you definitely can't get through the door. the world is superficial and shallow and i gotta accept that. i could change mindsets but i rather kill myself first. sad but true. so what do i want this christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to be different. to stand out. and to be recognised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't/won't compromise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2951498134925812525?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2951498134925812525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2951498134925812525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2951498134925812525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2951498134925812525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/12/friday-8th-december-shopping-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2917526505725931243</id><published>2006-12-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:27:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyes are tired. they feel like they wanna fall outta their sockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was the styf street soccer tournament. thank god that everything went off so smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was better than i expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pictures, tons of pictures. that i will put up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as soon as the pain in my legs [from standing for 9 hours straight] goes away and my eyeballs are reattached to their sockets and i start speaking coherently again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good night and sweet dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2917526505725931243?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2917526505725931243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2917526505725931243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2917526505725931243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2917526505725931243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-eyes-are-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-2564419825429410508</id><published>2006-11-28T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:40:18.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the days have been long and lazy. excellent. just the way i like it. way too much time and for once, time does wait for me. i've never realised how much fun it is to just laze around, doing nothing. isn't the feeling of laziness just awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i have other plans people. i can't wait to meet everyone when their stupid exams are over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things to do in the coming week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.finish watching all the movies that i've borrowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. borrow one tree hill dvd to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. get ready for street soccer tournament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. SHOPPING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should stop doing these lists thingys because they hardly ever get done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who cares? its christmas. its time to let lose, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-2564419825429410508?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2564419825429410508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=2564419825429410508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2564419825429410508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/2564419825429410508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/days-have-been-long-and-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-4940067279163161205</id><published>2006-11-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:46:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it!</title><content type='html'>i did it! managed to figure out how this CSS nonsense works on blogger. i have new found respect for these blogger template making people. maybe next time i can make my own. had to change the tagboard though. so, ok tag me or something and tell me what you think. and they better be nice comments. i spent more than 6 friggin' hours adjusting the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted and hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep. but before that, its some 'psycho suicidal girls'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-4940067279163161205?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4940067279163161205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=4940067279163161205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4940067279163161205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/4940067279163161205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-did-it.html' title='i did it!'/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116421390774797734</id><published>2006-11-23T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:45:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was going to blog about ryan star [read:full story] but then i bring myself back to reality [yes, i do that to myself too]. how many people actually know about ryan star? judging by the number of people that knew i was going to zouk [read:tons, pls i couldn't contain myself!]  a grand total of about 5 people know who he actually is. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. i'll just keep the memory of me watching him, me handing over my drink stub for him to sign, me smiling at him and him smiling back and me touching him and him touching me to myself. well, that is until you wanna know about it. then i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll smack you if you ask me who ryan star is. he's on wiki go check him out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another bright note [ryan always is a bright note...] the exams are over. but something's worrying me. not that i should be worried about it. well, its just the fact that i no longer get panic attacks when i see questions that i dont' know and that bugs me. take for example today. 816 was utter rubbish i tell you, both the questions and the answers. it was as though the question asked "please write whatever you feel like writing, it doesn't matter. we'll just award you marks anyhow because we're nice people". and that's how i wrote my paper.  man, i'm still wondering how i managed to write 14 pages of nonsense. trust me, if you read my paper, you'll believe me. great. hopefully i'll manage to pass that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we're on the topic of the exams, i really have to thank god[ i really mean thank Him] because i almost missed my 104 paper. i thought it was at 5pm, when it was actually at 1. so there i was sitting at home, thinking that i had all the time in the world to memorise my essay. And then i go check the timing and man, i'm so screwed. luckily i made it in time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the exams are over, its time to play baby! and i'm going all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. buy ryan star's album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. buy new phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. street soccer tournament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. jammin' with the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. youth camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. malaysia trip [without the parents, yay!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. uncle jacob, aunty liz, tim and david are coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow i don't want this year to end. its been a great one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're right...all good things do come to an end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116421390774797734?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116421390774797734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116421390774797734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116421390774797734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116421390774797734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-going-to-blog-about-ryan-star.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116383618875549480</id><published>2006-11-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:49:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ryan star singapore zouk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/sFpp5jkZ_EU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/sFpp5jkZ_EU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is what is meant by awesome. he's so intense the song just flows of him! and he's a real nice guy too!sweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116383618875549480?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116383618875549480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116383618875549480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116383618875549480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116383618875549480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/ryan-star-singapore-zouk-this-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116381520800924483</id><published>2006-11-18T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:00:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ryan star in singapore zouk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/4L7x6_gtVDc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/4L7x6_gtVDc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;here's a short video that i took of ryan! its back of my car. sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116381520800924483?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116381520800924483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116381520800924483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116381520800924483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116381520800924483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/ryan-star-in-singapore-zouk-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116378403520292355</id><published>2006-11-18T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:20:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm in a state of delierium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I SAW RYAN STAR. LESS THAN 1 METRE AWAY FROM ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOOK TONS OF PICTURES OF HIM. [which i willl graciously load]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOOK A PICTURE WITH HIM AND GAVE HIM A HUG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A HUG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW I'M NOT GOING TO BATHE FOR EVER, I GOT HIS SWEAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't have a thing for people's sweat. but its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RYAN STAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH GAWD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll stop gushing now and post pictures and hopefully him singing his songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEOPLE CHECK OUT 11.59 [his new song, and get the album!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok enough. pictures now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/memorie087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i have proof. ryan star you rocked out tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;honestly i'm so happy that you didnt' win rockstar: supernova &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;because then you wouldn't be here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stupid thing is taking forever to load. so i'll have to come back with more. later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love you ryan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;think i'm going to go don some short skirts, low tops and get tattoos of ryan on my arm. you know, because i'm official a &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GROUPIE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116378403520292355?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116378403520292355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116378403520292355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116378403520292355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116378403520292355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-gawd-oh-gawd-oh-gawd-oh-gawd-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116359936523903478</id><published>2006-11-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:02:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;exams aren't supposed to make me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today was my first paper and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm over the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a state of euphoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;delirious, wonderfully happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amazingly contented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estatic. to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on cloud nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i'm drifting on that cloud called ryan star....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE TICKETS TO THE CHANNEL V PARTY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i get to see ryan star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gawd. it can't get any better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't screw me over. i really wanna go see this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116359936523903478?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116359936523903478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116359936523903478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116359936523903478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116359936523903478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams-arent-supposed-to-make-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116337720756173085</id><published>2006-11-13T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:20:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arsenal scored! YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 3 times at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's not even talk about their rivals, who by the way didn't even score anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, they're third place on the table! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just ten points away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's just pray and hope that man u loses all their next games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116337720756173085?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116337720756173085/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-8219920.post-116272589745315446</id><published>2006-11-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:24:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes the people you least expect to will surprise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfortunately, they also don't read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me this sun would happen a couple of months ago and i will tell you that you've gotta be kidding me! but man, did we pull it off today! and i'm so happy. although i hesitated at the beginning, i mean, i don't wanna be caught dead in meridian shorts at church. apparently, italia shorts are waaaay too short [according to my mother that is]. but yeah, so i swallowed what's left of my earthly pride and did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i helped wash 10 cars for a fund raising event!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who would have ever thought that the mar thoma church would ever see that happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like my first statement says, i was surprised at the people who helped us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;philin -who started it off and getting dirty eventhough you had choir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;raoul -the surprising entry- but yeah, thanks for getting me all wet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaron- we can always count on you, right? unfortunately, no one stole a 18 tonner for you? sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suraj - dey, learn to park the car properly lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alison- for the registration and although you declared a no-wet tee-shirt policy, you jumped in and got wet. woo-hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alan- for being a prick. lol. never mind. in 2 weeks, you'll get your chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my cousins! gosh, we couldn't have done it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ryan and joel for jumping in eventhough it was damn embarassing! you guys are da' bomb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully, i'll get incriminating pictures of ajay and that'll serve him right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for once, surprise surprise, i did have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-8219920.post-116236737357736965</id><published>2006-11-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:49:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when ang peng hwa, the dean of SCI wrote to us to tell us to take note of e-learning week so that we would not be caught in the classic moment  of being the only one in school, why did i have a nagging feeling that it would be me in that classic moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it could only happen to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damnit. why didn't i get the memo that said that 102 was cancelled?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i get there on the dot of tutorial, so glad with myself that i actually made it in time and then realise that everyone else is not there. to think that i was actually worried that i was going to be late, thus leaving a bad impression with cherian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right there and then i wanted to smack someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfortuntately there was no one around for me to smack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still pissed about it btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but on a brighter note, met up with halim, jia yan, guan zhen and sihui today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;halim's back from brunei. but only until this sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he seems to be having fun in brunei so that's good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think he misses his family though. i can tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ have fun halim! time will pass soon and then you'll be back here, in school! mugging with us!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fyi: i'm still searching for the bloody memo! i hope i never find it though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116236737357736965?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116236737357736965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116236737357736965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116236737357736965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116236737357736965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-ang-peng-hwa-dean-of-sci-wrote-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116187768918886777</id><published>2006-10-26T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:48:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to savour prison break for as long as i can, which is why i'm holding out on watching the last episode that i have. but i don't think i can hold out much longer. which is why in lieu that i have declared a self holiday for this week, i think i'll watch episode 14. the last of the episodes that i have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that jared thinks that i'm crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, if you're reading this and you play soccer and want to play competitively or know anyone who plays good street soccer, tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos i'm organising a street soccer tournament for my church and we need players!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so let me know if anyone's interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll send you a form!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so before i go watch a hot guy attempt to break out of prison, i leave you with a picture!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aw! he's so hot!&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/8219920-116187768918886777?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116187768918886777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116187768918886777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116187768918886777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116187768918886777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-savour-prison-break-for-as.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116176064215692759</id><published>2006-10-25T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:17:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could put discriminating pictures of sleeping people. but i know it will result in me being incriminated in some way. so i will restraint myself. but i will put up pictures of.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cake! my sister's to be exact. so yeah. happy birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;unfortunately, you didn't get "shorts". if you know what i mean.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and my baby! he has the cutest hamster ass ever! its so furry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116176064215692759?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116176064215692759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116176064215692759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116176064215692759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116176064215692759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-could-put-discriminating-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116161941578471881</id><published>2006-10-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:06:19.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prison Break - When You Were Young&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/oQYKgRVQ6v0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said this tons of times on this blog. but i can't be so much more true about this one. my love affair with the unreachable had reached new heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with wentworth miller. i'm serious, this time. well until someone better comes along. but i don't think that's going to happen. ever. because wentworth is just so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gorgeous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone be so gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bte, i have all the prison break episodes. which means that i can watch wentworth&lt;br /&gt;whenever. i want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks colleen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the song that's playing on the vid is by The Killers-when you were young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great song to match a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116161941578471881?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116161941578471881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116161941578471881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116161941578471881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116161941578471881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/prison-break-when-you-were-young-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116157282195115076</id><published>2006-10-23T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:07:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;here i was thinking that i was the ultimate manipulator of all. that is, until i found out that i wasn't. here i was in my own lil' world thinking that i could get away with what i wanted because i could put on the poker face and lie my ass off. that is, until i found out that i was conned because i wasn't alert enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still wondering why it happened and i probably will never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i'm mad. about the whole thing. and i don't wanna ask about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because to be honest, i'm in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouch, the audacity of it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i still can't believe that i fell for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, it wasn't even funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116157282195115076?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116157282195115076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116157282195115076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116157282195115076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116157282195115076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-i-was-thinking-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116152813474493550</id><published>2006-10-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:42:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i have the world's shortest......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attention span.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what were you dirty minded people thinking? anyway's i do not lie. i really do have a short attention span, and its justified because i spent 15sec on the world press council page and then moved on to blog hopping. i swear, i'm going to pay dearly for my lack of concentration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i can't help it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm thinking it has something to do with the 8 month break a while back. now all i can think of is when the 6 week break is going to come. incidentally, i just happen to know that it's in 4 weeks. great, now if only it'll just hurry up because this whole school thing is mashing my plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully this week goes well. why can't hari raya be on wednesday? then i wouldn't have to go to school for that whole day. vivian isn't exactly my cuppa tea. actually sometimes i wanna wrench the mike outta her hands and at other times i just wonder why doesn't she clip the damn thing to her shirt instead of holding it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the upcoming week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon: test. which i'm supposed to be studying for. its about ethics. pfft. like i need them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tue: holiday!busybusybusy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh right, see monday for reason. might have to do some soccer tournament stuff though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wed: long long arduous day. although, i have 102 tutorial. which is good because cherian's interesting. always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thurs: holiday! well, technically its not. i just have a free day from school. i will cry if i have to go to school every single day! hopefully i manage to squeeze in "the departed"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fri: oh thank god if i manage to make it to this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mantra for the week: be productive and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c-o-n-c-e-n-t-r-a-t-e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is something that i'm not doing now so i shall get back to the code of ethics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116152813474493550?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116152813474493550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116152813474493550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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such a great festival, the lights, the sounds [lots of bollywood] and the food! i could wax lyrical about the food! its always so good. The jelebi, the paneer, naan, basmati rice....yummy. coindentally, all of those were at kumar's house yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we, [me and kurseth] went down for the great feast and boy, did we get served. haha i did at least. that boy piled food on my plate like no one's business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had to finish it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then came the rasmalai gulla[i think that's how its spelt] and the jelebi! ooh. nice! i would kill to know how to make that thing! its so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner settled and we got round to Bunty aur Bubli. good actors stupid show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a great time, Kumar. Thanks for inviting me. Missed seeing everyone. Now you guys look so grown up! lol. no more goofing around yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116142844786187220?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116142844786187220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116142844786187220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116142844786187220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116142844786187220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-diwali-peoplei-dont-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116132182741657230</id><published>2006-10-20T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:25:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;PhilosophyMusicTheologyArtHistoryForeign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test lies. because if this was right that i'm wasting my time right now studying communication right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually sometimes i think that i am wasting time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but oh well, we'll just have to see how this whole thing works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116132182741657230?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116132182741657230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116132182741657230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116132182741657230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116132182741657230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-scholastic-strength-is-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116125066396919459</id><published>2006-10-19T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:37:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Singlish Security Lecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;wah! ang moh think they can speak singlish lah, now they stay our country so long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but really, this boy really sounds like the chao ah pek that we see at the coffeeshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live singlish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116125066396919459?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116125066396919459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116125066396919459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116125066396919459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116125066396919459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/singlish-security-lecture-wah-ang-moh.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116116225137029726</id><published>2006-10-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:04:11.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;who ever said that jared was man enough obviously didn't see this!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116116225137029726?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116116225137029726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116116225137029726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116116225137029726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116116225137029726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-ever-said-that-jared-was-man.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116110028490718441</id><published>2006-10-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:51:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lot of the time i wish that you weren't here to bother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish that you would just leave me alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish that you would just keep quiet for one moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish that you would take responsibility,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for everthing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my hatred, for my irritation, for my anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why can't you just realise it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that what i say is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why can't you realise it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i have no respect for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lot of time i wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116110028490718441?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116110028490718441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116110028490718441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116110028490718441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116110028490718441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/lot-of-time-i-wish-that-you-werent.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116096979749383112</id><published>2006-10-16T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:36:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time for another picture post. because i have a a cute baby to show! and other stuff as well! but before that, here's an update of the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;had band practice on thurs and then jammed for 5 hours. yes 5 hours! freaks those boys are. i think i'm going to have to learn to play erotomania in full now. great. but oh well....i don't mind doing it anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fri came and i decide to be naughty. watched "mail order bride" with zeinab. good show. will comment more later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat rolled around and spent most of the day at ajay's. great fun! should do it again sans _______&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sun came too fast and reminded me that mon was around the corner. but it was pretty ok until the enter button. just great. now he thinks i think that he's a fool. i don't btw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT'S MON! *sob*. tuesday please come soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok time for pictures!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/Picture%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can you say cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he likes me, cause he came willingly to me!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/Picture%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he's been watching too much of the Rock, see he's giving the camera the eyebrow!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at harry's, with dawn and jirong. kinda dark though. oops&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dawn being kooky. i rarely manage to capture a moronic picture of here so here it is!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jirong! its was a long time. but we had a good time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4 weeks to exams and 6 to the hols. i can't wait for it to be all over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116096979749383112?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116096979749383112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116096979749383112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116096979749383112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116096979749383112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-its-time-for-another-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116040173854064753</id><published>2006-10-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:48:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe this. Its over but still can't believe that I have a picture with RUSSELL PETERS!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/35985368450097l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to top it off, i have his autograph! the other guy in the picture i.e. white guy was the opening act for him! real funny guy too! let's just say that i laughed till my jaw hurt and i swear i had abs just for that night! Oh man! Russell Peters, i'm so totally in love with you right now! haha well at least i didn't tell him that face to face like aaron (guy standing next to my sister!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron: Russell Peters, you're my hero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell Peters: ok......that's just wierd!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha ok i shall stop raving about him now although i could go on! but yeah, i'm sorry ryan! i thought that you were still having exams! next time ok! i promise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116040173854064753?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116040173854064753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116040173854064753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116040173854064753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116040173854064753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-116011242971612637</id><published>2006-10-06T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:27:09.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm mad. so mad...with the NTU system. because it keeps logging me off. but mostly i'm just bored. which i shouldn't be because its a Friday. its technically the weekend. BUT NO. i'm stuck here, waiting for 5 frickin' hours for my useless class to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait for the night to come because that's when the nymphs come out to play. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish that i could be somewhere esle other than here. i feel that i'm wasting time doing this, when i could be exploring things and seeing places, countries and other people. sometimes it all just seems so pointless. WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO THE THINGS WE DO? why can't i just run off and be what i want to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in a depressed mood, just bored and so my mind ran. away. with my thoughts. but on a brighter note, well more like on many brighter notes, this week has been a pretty great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it started when i found out that my uncle is coming. with everyone esle. It's been ages since i saw Tim and David. The last time i meet them, i was 13, geeky and going through pre-teenage life. i'm all grown up now, can't you tell? i can't wait for school to end! no homework. Its going to be time to really play! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for this sun. am going to be laughing like mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and by next wednesday, i'm going to be mostly free from doing any projects! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok gotta go now! am watching Be With ME with Yaya and Zeinab in ACRC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be back later to blog properly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-116011242971612637?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/116011242971612637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=116011242971612637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116011242971612637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/116011242971612637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115970727617554205</id><published>2006-10-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:54:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GOT TICKETS TO SEE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO SEE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;RUSSELL PETERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh man! how cool is that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope he spots the whole bunch of us indians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and makes fun of us!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115970727617554205?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115970727617554205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115970727617554205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115970727617554205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115970727617554205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-tickets-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115963056814136656</id><published>2006-09-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:36:08.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;am a bit high thanks to the boozing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was a great night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a long time, we met and we drank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i would have gone on if it wasn't for the curfew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would have drank me baileys that i was craving for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that isn't the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the point is that we met and that we had a great night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this doesn't make sense because i'm repeating everthing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am really sleepy right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pass the bailey's man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115963056814136656?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115963056814136656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115963056814136656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115963056814136656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115963056814136656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-bit-high-thanks-to-boozing-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115944233248737196</id><published>2006-09-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:18:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;people come and people go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some stay in memory others just fade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but some....[a very select few] &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't have to &lt;strong&gt;be &lt;/strong&gt;with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirin's going away. for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're talking about years here people, years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that she can become a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think she's gonna be either a julian macmahon or an addison shepard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my point is that this isn't goodbye. i've said that way too many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know which really are goodbyes and which are the real ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've known shirin too long. haha since we were kids. remember the dresses babe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was a great day. chilling out and hanging out. its the company you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.  at least you're near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll come. soon. once i get 348 dollars. and my mother says yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'll definately come! i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss you loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who'll be there to tell me things that i really need to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or talk about...yeah well you know what we talk about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who'll be there to laugh with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and go cut hair with me? and get manicures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and watch sex and the in city with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great times baby, great times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there'll be more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be it here or perth, we'll be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have the time of your life in perth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to play safe, don't do anything i wouldn't do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust me on this one k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115944233248737196?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115944233248737196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115944233248737196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115944233248737196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115944233248737196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/people-come-and-people-go.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115900170190113555</id><published>2006-09-23T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:21:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nine people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zeinab's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a night that was. the most fun that i had in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i honestly thought that my parents wouldn't let me go, let alone sleepover but yes, someone up there really likes me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop raving about it. Thurs was such a great day. so lemme break it down for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 p.m: Meet Jared and Yaya at Orchard Mrt station to buy Zeinab's present. I was FIVE mins late but hey, you gotta be fashionably late sometime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.10pm ALDO is BUSY. For once. the tai-tais must have been let out of their cages. some woman was buying these gorgeous boots that she will probably look like shit in....BUT that wasn't the point. We had a mission: TO BUY SUNGLASSES! and we succeeded. Zeinab gets white rimmed sunglasses from ALDO. check below for shot of her wearing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.25pm: Decided to get something extra but couldn't decide what. finally decided that GUESS would be a good idea. and guess what. it was crowded too. suddenly people have tons to spend ah? i wonder where's all the cash coming from cos i didn't get any when they were handing it out! HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.45pm: Jared decides that we must have coffee at that moment and since we had time to kill...we went to coffee bean! It's just so great to chill and talk, you know, get to know each other better. unfortunately we became too engrossed that we overshot the time limit that we had. so guess what...we were going to be late. great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.10pm: We MAKE IT! to kembangan. ten mins late. but still! we made it! by indian standard timing, we're waaaay too early still. Met Ben, Jun and Wanyu and then we headed of to Zeinab's lorong! incidentally, she stays opposite mariam. which is damn sad. because i never went to mar's house when she was here. aw. but we'll make plans for a sleep over when you come back yeah baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.20pm: right at zeinab's doorstep. my my her house is gorgeous. the living room is fully carpetted and the TV is huge. Denise Keller looks like a bobble-head on it! so cool! And that's when the party really started...because the food came! i'm such a junkie am i not! lol. chips[tortilla, sour cream], dips, drinks and the likes, they just kept appearing. and that's not even dinner!!! attempted to watch 101 dalmations but ended up realising that Hugh Laurie had a shit start to his career. He played the crook in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00pm till late night: Val and Jal have arrived by then and we all head outside to the garden to eat. yes, we sat on the grass, well, a sheet on the grass and had a very laid-back style dinner. man, the food was awesome! really awesome! The company even better. Go to Jared's blog to catch the videos!i swear these people are cam-whores. they really are! you have no idea how many pictures they took. i bet they have the same pics just from different angles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the birthday girl got a birthday cheesecake, we sang the song and she blew the candles! sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then came &lt;strong&gt;twister&lt;/strong&gt;. uh-oh. LOL. i still get images thinking about the weird positions that i was in. Luckily we decide to change it up and play truth or dare. actually it was more like truth of naughty things we did but yeah. i can't mention anything about that cos what was said in the room stays in the room. but i can say this: i think we're all starting to get to know one another so much better, which is cool! AND no, i'm not the ultimate bitch. contrary to popular belief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't sleep till 230 am, me, zeinab, wanyu and val. we stayed up talking about ideals and what we're looking for/ want. it was a good day and night. i want to do this again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The four of us K.Oed in the lecture theatre that morning. Actually val and wanyu did. they actually slept. me and zeinab just didn't pay attention! lol. wanna guess what the others were doing? they were preparing zeinab's mini-party! man, was she surprised when she saw the whole thing. elmo and aldo/ guess stuff included. btw she named elmo cherry. i wonder why? hmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'll stop typing and put up pics. courtesy of jared and yaya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're from the day that we all wore pink and zeinab's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOTE: as of 29/09/06,BLOGGER IS SCREWING WITH ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so no pictures as such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but come back soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll put the pics up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115900170190113555?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115900170190113555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115900170190113555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115900170190113555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115900170190113555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/nine-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115858716112652594</id><published>2006-09-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:46:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS THAT TELL YOU THAT THE WORLD IS MESSING WITH YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. A band with the name Terriyaki Boys actually get airplay on the radio. that is just sad. i mean, what kinda shitty name is that? and what an even more shitty song is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so 1 was in reference to the song that's currently playing. but really, events that have happpened over the last week really make me think that someone or something is out to get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.When i'm late for school, everything that could go wrong WILL go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(a) Like all the traffic lights turn red when the bus that i'm in nears it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(b) the bus driver doesn't know what's the meaning of speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(c) i have to share the bus with morons. people who don't move in. people who don't know what is courtesy. basically idiots. and they miraculously appear when they aren't needed. like when i'm late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.  When i write a very very long email which takes me about an hour to write and then i press the send button, guess what happens? the dumb internet screws me over and decides to disconnect at that exact point. How screwed up is that!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I got punked. how did that happen. because i heard our darling prof's name and nothing esle mattered. crap. how did i fall for that one? that's it! this means war!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. speaking about phone calls, why why why is it ME who always gets the wierdo prank calls?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. i spilt sugarcane juice all over the floor at canteen b. this would be a hilarious scenario if it all happened in slow mo (because you should really see the reaction of the people around when the drink dropped). but yeah. no. i ended up with NO sugarcane juice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. i flush the toilet and the whole thing overflows. it was like... it was very wet. imagine panicked horror at the rising water level and then frantically trying to get your LAPTOP and my bag which has stuff hanging out of it. AND trying not to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what. i failed. wasn't fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they should rename Murphy's law after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115858716112652594?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115858716112652594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115858716112652594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115858716112652594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115858716112652594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-that-tell-you-that-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115794423756823845</id><published>2006-09-11T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:10:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop! i have to show it all `laughs evilly`!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. This is us, me, guan and mar at city hall. where guan was in her nice shorts and collecting money from the sad people there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mariam had to leave sometime right? so of course we had to surprise her with all the people that she loves right? so here she is, being surprised and cutting her cake!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's jia yan doing something that i don't wish to know about.she's like fiddling with her.....nevermind!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00108.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just yummy?! i think that i should be given a rewards loyalty card from nydc! i ate there twice in a week. This is the Kahlua Mudpie. can you say...Yummy? haha i'm making myself hungry! anybody up for a mudpie?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Lemon shiver baby, lemon shiver! definately recommended! Go try! from NYDC as well. a must-have all the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meeting lauren after a long time was good. Good laughs and memories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00112.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My darling after a bath!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/Bathed%20Hamster%3B-%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AW! isn't he just so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115794423756823845?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115794423756823845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115794423756823845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115794423756823845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115794423756823845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-stop-i-have-to-show-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115767817328770524</id><published>2006-09-08T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:16:13.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00089.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00089.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is was me and mar watching the fireworks at marina bay! it was literally being in hell. because everyone esle on this frickin' island decided to turn up as well! so there was a massive crowd of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00094.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00094.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the desperate people who resorted to hanging out in the stairwell to watch the fireworks. I was in another stairwell myself! BUT that was where the best view was!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is mu futile attempt to capture the beautiful fireworks on my phone. And this is what i got. crap. they look like falling balls of fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Liza%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/Me%20%26%20Liza%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/New%20hair!%20-).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/New%20hair%21%20-%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best Paul Twohill imitation. damnit. we have the same hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115767817328770524?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115767817328770524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115767817328770524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115767817328770524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115767817328770524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-was-me-and-mar-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115751151314311758</id><published>2006-09-06T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:08:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's time for a photo-sharing session! these are pictures that i was too lazy to put it up before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00051.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00051.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was the cat that followed me home! right up to my doorstep. And then my father chased it away. Well, i had to carry it down, but still, HMPH, i would have a cat now, if he didn't! below are the kittens that the above cat gave birth too! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00068.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00063.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Everyone....this is dawn! yay! and that's dawn eating creme brulee at fish and co. Its not the best creme brulee...but i think i enjoyed the company much much more. Way more! btw~ we were headed for the lee kong chian library to watch "MAGIC FUNDOSHI". Below is a the screen for the show- very artistic don't ya think! but the show was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00024.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/Bobby%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is dawn's very cute dog. BOBBY! i didn't think that he was very cute when we first met. i actually thought that he was going to bite me! dogs should learn to close their mouth!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my darling hamster! aw! he's so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115751151314311758?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115751151314311758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115751151314311758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115751151314311758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115751151314311758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-its-time-for-photo-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115718350218515159</id><published>2006-09-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:51:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm thankful for the covers of the night where i could walk and not be seen...crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was a terrible day. I was trying my hardest not to think about mariam and I succeeded for the most part. But then i walked home and i felt so bad. I can't pick up the phone and call her[ i think she tried this morning but i don't know what happened] and tell her stuff. Who's going to watch hindi movies with me? OR have dessert with me at nydc? Or share with me my wants/fears/? Or bitch with me about anybody? Or to be physically here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's me just being selfish but i was hit so many times yesterday. I had no emotions before this. I knew she was going away but i didn't really have any feelings about it. Yesterday at the airport, i was calm, cool and collected. Perfectly fine. I was a cool cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until...she hugged me. And then we both burst into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So drama. Yes i know. She told me that i couldn't cry and then i told her that i shouldn't have come because my image was now, totally ruined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 months is a long time. as dawn so aptly puts it, she could have a baby and come back home! its gonna be a hard 9 months, no scratch that make it four years, but as i said in an earlier post, mariam and i are best friends, true friends. what's distance when you have that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll just see you later then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115718350218515159?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115718350218515159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115718350218515159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115718350218515159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115718350218515159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-thankful-for-covers-of-night-where.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115706923439040333</id><published>2006-09-01T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:07:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Supernova with Toby Rand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/bP4y70R5PU4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bP4y70R5PU4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is what makes me think that toby might just be the man standing next to ryan star at the end of this whole show! and it comes down to just the two of them! The title of this song is "Be yourself and Five Other Cliches". interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115706923439040333?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115706923439040333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115706923439040333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115706923439040333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115706923439040333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/supernova-with-toby-rand-this-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115706848388701389</id><published>2006-09-01T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T07:54:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Toby Rand - Rebel Yell (Rockstar Supernova)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/tk0dz3VlhT0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/tk0dz3VlhT0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;freeze the video at 3.19s and you'll totally understand everything. everything. this performance was totally rockin'! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115706848388701389?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115706848388701389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115706848388701389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115706848388701389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115706848388701389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/toby-rand-rebel-yell-rockstar.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115706797988410069</id><published>2006-09-01T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T07:46:19.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ryan Star - Clocks (Rockstar Supernova)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/BZB39fqpxeE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/BZB39fqpxeE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;ohmygosh! this guy just keeps gettin' more and more amazing each week. and so very gorgeous too! i really hope that he does win cause that's really going to take him places! I'm so shocked that he would slide/stand/rock out on a PIANO!!!now that's hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115706797988410069?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115706797988410069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115706797988410069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115706797988410069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115706797988410069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/09/ryan-star-clocks-rockstar-supernova.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115660526667827184</id><published>2006-08-26T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:14:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not really in the mood to say/do/feel anything. i don't wanna socialise or be nice or for that matter try to be fake. [ oh come on, people are fake, all the time and everytime, so don't go judging me! ] if today was my last day on earth, i would wanna make the rest of the people on this planet disappear. make the noise go away. just me and my noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually what i would really like is to fast forward to the next ten years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i've had just about enough of the swingin' teenage-adult transition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoever said that this was the most fun period of your life should be shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which brings the total number of people that i wanna shoot point-blank to.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115660526667827184?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115660526667827184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115660526667827184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115660526667827184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115660526667827184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-really-in-mood-to-saydofeel.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115640872304669303</id><published>2006-08-24T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:38:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my best friend is leaving. for the university of western ontario. in 8 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shirin's leaving for uwa in perth. in a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can't get any worse than that, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115640872304669303?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115640872304669303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115640872304669303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115640872304669303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115640872304669303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-best-friend-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115590972313936947</id><published>2006-08-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:02:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS THAT MADE SMILE THIS WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  finally! the courses that i'm taking has come into some use. i take CS101, where they teach you the art of speaking and persuasion and saying the right things. so i put theory to practice. my mother is now very very very much closer to buying me a macbook. how did i do it? i told her that the whole media industry works on the mac system. which is true. i didn't lie. i just expanded the truth a lil' more than i should have. but hey! don't judge me. have you seen the macbook. i will do anything for one! and finally she listened to me without injecting her i-know-better-than-you comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. you know how you meet people and you get that feeling that you've met them somewhere but you just can't place them? that's how i felt when i met ling. she's so awesome!  she asked me some really wierd questions. and i mean really wierd. like do you think men's ________ are hairy? you go figure out what the blank is! but i dared her to ask one of the 5o men standing at the bus stop if it was true. guess what! she actually was ready to do it! eww! but she's so cool! we went home together and we were laughing all the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. i joined the wine society. enuff' said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. zayra finally got out of Rockstar:supernova. i'm thinking what's wrong with tommy lee and crew! they took so long to figure out that she shouldn't be the one fronting their band? ooh and toby ran around the house BUTT NAKED! woo-hoo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. and lastly, tomorrow. you'll find out on sun what tmrw is about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115590972313936947?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115590972313936947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115590972313936947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115590972313936947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115590972313936947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-that-made-smile-this-week-1.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115496858209885225</id><published>2006-08-08T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:36:22.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i take a class called speech and presentation. my favourite thing to do. or so i tell clara.  so even i was surprised when i kept totally quiet during the entire 2 hour lecture. didn't raise my hand nor pass a snide remark. because i was &lt;strong&gt;stunned&lt;/strong&gt;. people who complain that singaporeans can't speak up, much less speak properly obviously have not met the people in my class. i was taken by shock. because i was expecting people to be all quiet and all and waiting to be called on just like i was. but no. these people actually literally raise their hands and voice their opinions. and that is just....wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and school hasn't even started properly. its just the 1st lecture. i think its a SCI thing. because the people from my faculty aren't shy at ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its gonna be hard work fighting off that competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm so in baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115496858209885225?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115496858209885225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115496858209885225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115496858209885225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115496858209885225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-take-class-called-speech-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115460509805694520</id><published>2006-08-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:38:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ryan Star - Losing My Religion (Rockstar Supernova)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/oIDf9LoIYZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/oIDf9LoIYZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;i love Rockstar: Supernova and this song by Ryan Star just gave me goosebumps!!! I'm gonna try and learn this song and sing it too! =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115460509805694520?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115460509805694520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115460509805694520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115460509805694520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115460509805694520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/08/ryan-star-losing-my-religion-rockstar.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115431701805197974</id><published>2006-07-31T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:36:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i could write scathing replies and produce an entry that would read "hell had no fury like a 2nd MJC student councillor scorned".[pardon the lame rhetorics] andd i actually did. two entries, in fact. but i don't want to get sued by the ________[ pls feel free to enter whatever expletive you feel like at these blanks] people at my alma mater, MJC. hence you will not get a chance to read those oh-so-dramatic replies. when kumar told me about what went down i really was pissed. Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved council came together with 18 people who were so diverse that at first it seemed that it wouldn't work. circumstances changed things and we all learnt to work together. i think to a large extent our seniors and a lot of other people were waiting to see us fail. but we didn't. we went through so much shit together that it only made us stronger and more resilient. More headstrong too, you argue, but we became better people because of it all. unfortunately for the administration/heads of the sch/TAs,well, they weren't expecting us to be as vocal as we were. They just weren't ready for the truth. And the truth was that we weren't gonna take things lying down! if we wanted something for the student body we we were pretty damn sure gonna make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately i think that constituted insurbordination. Old people just don't like to be told what to do by young people whom they consider "punks". oh well, it was just sad that they couldn't see past their incompetency. [ouch baby, the truth hurts!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.....insurbordination= punishment= no award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at first i was kinda pissed. i mean a colours/ service award wouldn't hurt nobody's portfolio. WE ALL DESERVED THAT.  we DID work hard for the school. we GAVE it our all! yeah so maybe we had little hiccup/meltdowns/breakdowns along the way but who's counting?[except maybe the _______ ________ in the GO] but that's besides the point. it was our &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; to walk on that stage and get recognised for our efforts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but when i calmed down and abandoned thoughts of marching straight to MJC and renounce any alliance that i had with the school, i was able to think straight. the award doesn't matter to me. really. i mean i won't be missing anything that i didn't have in the 1st place. but i have you guys and that's what matter. no award is gonna replace what we have/did together. i know that long after MJC is banished to the throes of hell for bad leadership, we'll still be there. we'll still be catching up with each other, laughing at each other and reminiscing about the old times! i know that KS will still always make stupid turkey jokes about me and sufi will eternally say that i'm fat[ i may be fat but i can diet ok!!!] and then get pinched by kurseth who will still say bimbotic things 10 years down the road. And she will be joined by Guan zhen who's skirts will continue to get shorter in the course of time. Jiayan's energy will never fade as long as energizer continues to be in production! i think you get my point here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you all terribly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of hugs and kisses!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully will see you all soon!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115431701805197974?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115431701805197974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115431701805197974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115431701805197974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115431701805197974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-i-could-write-scathing-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115345504744629722</id><published>2006-07-21T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:10:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here's what the courtney love bag looks like.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/yoganut2004-img282x350-1270_dloop_bri.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and here's the courtney love bag that someone online is selling for really cheap looks like.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/yoganut2004-img450x600-brit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now you see my dilemma. i want it but it doesn't look that great with the faded stuff and all. but someone is selling a totally brand new bag. but it  cost a freakin' $150.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/chellechiang-img448x600-liv_hobo___ramblin__rose_front_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and this is the "my mommy is a groupie"bag which is just so adorable but retails online for $189! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; now i really need a sugar daddy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115345504744629722?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115345504744629722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115345504744629722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115345504744629722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115345504744629722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-heres-what-courtney-love-bag-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115328802491086187</id><published>2006-07-19T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:50:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that if i didn't have to go to school/work, i could spend the rest of my life on my couch. i could ditch the whole world and pretend that they don't exist just for the sake of cable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i also think that i really need the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;courtney love&lt;/span&gt; bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see, there's a thing called the britney bag and i didn't know that it existed until jirong and dawn bought one. its called the britney bag because britney carries it. well now there's a courtney love bag and there's only TWO of it on this island and i want one of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could get the unused one at&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; $150&lt;/span&gt; or the already used/faded roses one at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$32.90. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you love me  you would buy it for me! yup, you. i'm pointing at you! its so rocker chic-esque and i've been thinking about it ever since i saw it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;damnit. i've turned into a materialistic animal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115328802491086187?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115328802491086187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115328802491086187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115328802491086187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115328802491086187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-that-if-i-didnt-have-to-go-to_19.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115306066857855574</id><published>2006-07-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:39:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember the psychic i have? A while back i promised that i would put up her email if she sent one back. well, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Natasha, We have not been in contact for a while, I hope this email finds you well and that you are in good spirits. I am writing this to you as I felt that today I had something of vital importance to tell you. I came across some amazing information about you completely by accident as I was investigating something different: your astral twin. A few days ago I was working on a reading for someone else who requested my help and I started to see some very interesting similarities between the two of you. This person was also female, born Capricorn and was around about the same age as you. The similarity between your personalities was the most striking however as this person also had huge untouched sources of inner potential which were completely unused and was also struggling with a number of obstacles which prevented certain important opportunities to be fully exploited. I have explained that I felt this in you in my previous emails to you. In fact now I think about it, this person was born on the same day as you the 23 December 1987 and only a year before on the 23 December 1986. I immediately started to investigate whether or not this person could in fact be your astral twin Just to let you know we each have an astral twin and it is always very interesting to discover this other person as we normally share very similar destinies, often with only a few years of difference. Having an astral twin means being supported and sustained. But my efforts proved to be fruitless, this was not the twin I had been hoping for you. However as I was studying your configuration I came across some very interesting information which is sure to be even more important than your astral twin and I am writing to you today to tell you about this discovery. In fact this person came to consult me just a few days ago. We were able to make some good advances together and we were able to understand more about this person's capacities and why certain problems kept cropping up. We were able to find some good solid solutions to this person's pre-occupations. As a matter of fact rthis person asked me to study their Karma and to help them regress into their Past Lives. This may seem unusual to you but this person often had the bizarre impression to already know a place when it was in fact completely new to them or to seem know someone when meeting them only for the first time. This was why I was asked for help and by investigating this deja-vu and Karma and by regressing into past lives we made some startling discoveries together. I will now explain all this to you Natasha. There are significant coincidences which exist between this person and yourself and I quickly came to realize that it was also vital to produce the same kind of reading for you. I then began working on this regression for you Natasha. I wanted to help you and satisfy my own curiosity about the great destiny I began to suspect that you had in store for you. This is the point where I made a startling discovery and I will now go on to explain this discovery to you in much greater detail. It is clear for me that all of the events which you are living today and the way in which you handle these events is directly influenced by your previous lifetimes. I can also see that certain events which you are going through now are repeat-events, particularly as far as the personal, professional and emotional aspects of your personality are concerned and you are not even aware of the fact that you are living through repeat events because you are not yet fully aware of the implications of all of your past lives. The traces of these past lives lie deep within your unconscience and by revealing these traces you can make a real impact and some radical change in your life at this time. Far too often we blindly believe in what we have been taught without using our own faculties to examine the world around us and to come to our own conclusions. The concept of reincarnation and of Karma has existed since the dawn of time and it forms the foundation of a number of the great religions of the East: Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism and Zoroastrianism. Japanese esoteric Dadaism, Tibetan traditions and other disciplines of South-East Asia also make use of these ideas. In ancient Greece, the main scientific and philosophical schools accepted the principal of past lives, notably the Pythagoreans, Aristotelians and the Platonists. Ancient Jewish groups such as the Hessians, the Pharsians and the Caraites include the notion of past lives in their teachings and these branches of Jewish faith form the basis of modern day Christianity. The Gnostics, the Kabbalistes, Amerindians, pre-columbine cultures, Polynesian Shamans, Celtic Druids and the wise men of African, Peruvian, Columbian and Brazilian cultures also share this faith as do many modern schools of thought such as the Theosophies and the Anthroposohes. I have used past life regression techniques for many years now as these are fantastically efficient techniques and are capable of plunging the client deep into the subconscious to do a little 'spring-cleaning'! Unfortunately in the West science has rejected spirituality as an irrational dream even though in antiquity the Greek, Egyptian, Mayan and Incan societies spent a great deal of time researching the psychic nodes of the past and therapeutic techniques developed to dissolve these nodes became a part of everyday life. However it must be said that through the work of quantum physics a certain notion of reincarnation has been re-introduced over the past few years. Today many experiments have sought to prove re-incarnation and these experiments have been greatly supported by the reports of spontaneous past life regressions which have occurred to people in various states of altered consciousness. These regressions occur whether or not the individual previously 'believed' in past lives. In a number of these cases, the regression can be objectively assessed. I have battled for a long time now against the commonly held belief that the past is just the past and that is has zero impact on the present. The many seances I have performed and the research I have undertaken into regression and past lives have shown me exactly how I can help my patients to explore their past lives and then deliver themselves from the problems and dilemmas of the present. This exploration is also therapeutic as my patients are able to throw off the weight of the traumatic events they have lived through in the past and discover the power and beauty of hidden talents. A few months ago for example I performed a past live regression for a 12 year old boy and I discovered that he had an innate skill for music which came from a life he had lived through 130 years previously as a musician in Italy. The boy himself had never taken up music, either through a lack of time or simply because the opportunity to do so had never came up. I advised his parents to enroll him in music classes, which they did, and the boy naturally chose the violin. His teacher was amazed by the speed at which this boy acquired his new musical skill and he is now generally regarded as a young genius with an unsettling musical ability. Despite the short time he has been learning the violin he gives the impression that he has been playing for years and years, which is indirectly true! But lets get back to you Natasha. As I have already told you it would be good to work on your past lives. A regression would be very revealing. I don't want to begin this regression without your full consent but I must admit that I have already start to look a little bit further and I can tell you now that I have come across a great deal of information which will be extremely useful for understanding exactly what kind of person you are today. I have also come to realize that a complete past life regression will allow you to come to terms with the concern which you have at this time and will offer you real solutions. Above all this regression will serve as an efficient tool, armed with the personal knowledge which this regression will bring you will understand yourself even better, you will find answers to all the questions you ask yourself about your personality, your relationships with other people and you will reveal hidden talents which you acquired during past lives. You will then understand your aim in life and where exactly your destiny is taking you and you will find out what your objectives and challenges should be and which lessons you should work on to satisfy the thirst of your soul. This regression is probably the most useful tool you can get hold of to discover exactly what your goals are in life and where the direction of your life is going to take you. You will be beginning a fascinating voyage in time and space and you will marvel at your previous lives, how you lived these lives, where and who with. You will discover who you have been before and why you have chosen to be yourself Natasha in this lifetime when you re-entered the world on the 23 December 1987. I will not, as I have just said, begin this past life regression without your permission as there is, I must admit, a very heavy workload. I just need your consent and I will then start dealing with the rest. I will work on your regression and I will send you the results of this work in a full personal reading. You can request your past life regression on the following page: http://www.uplocked.com/j.php?p=pastlife-request.cgi&amp;r=2s&amp;amp;amp;c=i5quj&amp;amp;f=angnfun&lt;/a&gt; Your friend, Jenna If, however you no longer wish to receive any messages from me, please let me know at : &lt;a href="http://www.aboutastro.com/cgi-bin/unsubscribe.cgi?c=i5quj"&gt;http://www.aboutastro.com/cgi-bin/unsubscribe.cgi?c=i5quj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to get by the 3rd paragraph. but i'm amazed. how can anyone write so much crap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115306066857855574?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115306066857855574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115306066857855574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115306066857855574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115306066857855574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/remember-psychic-i-have-while-back-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115285860059494977</id><published>2006-07-14T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:30:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the cleaning/construction companies may be taking things a lil' too far.&lt;br /&gt;this is the message that i saw on one of their workers shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; RIGHT SAFELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a dirty mind like me, you would be thinking...what the ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115285860059494977?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115285860059494977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115285860059494977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115285860059494977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115285860059494977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-cleaningconstruction-companies.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115250962609096954</id><published>2006-07-10T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:26:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE AZZURI HAVE WON THE WORLD CUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i stayed up to watch the last match of this very controversial World Cup, Italy took on the formidable opponents of France. Things were heating up less than ten minutes from the start when Zidane scored that fantastic goal which hit the crossbar and landed 2 feet from the goal line. Minutes later, Materazzi leveled the playing field with a header pass Barthez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup, things were definately heating up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The French kept missing the good chances and the Italian defence was hard to beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i sound hypocritical, cheering the Italians on. But i watched this game without taking any sides and ultimately I support the best team, which in this game was the Italians. I think i was way more excited watching the semi-final match between Germany and Portugal. And of course, my darlings, the Germans won. &lt;strong&gt;DANKE!&lt;/strong&gt; But my love story with the German side is a story for another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part about the match was the penalty shootout because you get that adrenalin rush. Your heart starts racing, your mouth goes dry and you crouch ready to cheer the team on that wins. whoever says that football was better than sex was so right. its waaaaaaaay better. I stayed on the watch the celebrations and it was hilarious. They were so happy that it was very hard to sit down and just watch. My sister and I was laughing and screaming with them. I think my sister was more happy that she didn't have to pay for a dinner bet rather than watching Italy win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The World Cup ended on such a high note that i'm having football withdrawal symptoms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna watch it all again! i'm glad that i've finally been weaned off pro-wrestling. Actually i think other people are more happy that i've been weaned off it than i actually am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now's just the begininng of my love-affair with football!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait for South Africa 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115250962609096954?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115250962609096954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115250962609096954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115250962609096954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115250962609096954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/azzuri-have-won-world-cup-as-i-stayed.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115189924259455034</id><published>2006-07-03T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:53:45.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was tagged by mariam. great. another way to skive off work when the boss isn't here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here goes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I'm &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; particular about new books/magazines/ mostly anything new. what i mean is that you can't bend it/ fold it/ write in it/ do anything to it because it MUST be in pristine condition! I just can't stand anything of mine that has been tampered with unless....i bend it/ fold it/ write in it/ do anything to it MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I can't stand wet toilets. yep, even the ones in my house. if the toilets are wet, i'll scrunch my toes and walk/ stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. i can read and walk at the same time and not fall down. i'm especially good on stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. i love to suck lime after eating anything particularly hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. i'm a sucker for alcohol but i can't stand beer. wierd huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. i can obssess about buying things for days and weeks before i actually buy it. i will consider everything from the way it looks to the cost of it and trust me, i can take a &lt;strong&gt;long &lt;/strong&gt;time deciding if i should actually get it.  that's why whenever i say i'm going shopping it means that i'm not gonna come back with anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115189924259455034?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115189924259455034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115189924259455034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115189924259455034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115189924259455034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-youve-been-tagged-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115169113983692760</id><published>2006-07-01T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:12:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so high right now you won't believe how high!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AH! GERMANY WON! THEY WON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOO-HOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115169113983692760?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115169113983692760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115169113983692760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115169113983692760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115169113983692760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-high-right-now-you-wont-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115138621594445913</id><published>2006-06-27T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:30:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tuesdays are always worse than mondays, because you can't blame anything on the blues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn the italians. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the underdogs of the world cup, my darling socceroos  were cheated, yes they were cheated out of moving into the quarter finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn fransesco totti.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;59% of ball possesion thoroughout the games, coupled with lacklustre opponents, only to be screwed by a penalty that shouldn't even have been allowed in the 1st place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn the referee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i adore the australian team because i've never seen a team more deserving than them. they really tried their best and they were so hardworking. i guess lady luck decided to be a lil' stinking you-know-what and screw them left right and centre. it just wasn't their day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i applaud them. they deserved it so much more than the italians but hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you heard it here first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch out for the australian soccer team at the next world cup finals because they'll be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell yeah. who wouldn't wanna come back and kick some italian butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm totally frustrated now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only teams that i'm gonna be supporting now are germany and argentina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of them better win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because if brazil wins that would just be the biggest fluke win of the world cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh come on, with Ronaldo looking like a walrus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i can say about brazil's hopes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; chance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115138621594445913?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115138621594445913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115138621594445913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115138621594445913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115138621594445913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/06/tuesdays-are-always-worse-than-mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115124374391966672</id><published>2006-06-25T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:43:53.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've a confession to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tech-geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there i said it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i realised it today at the creative sale, when i actually liked looking at those gadgets. there was just this sense of ....something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was the same when i walked into the apple shop at wheelock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just so fun to hold the nano/zen neeon, caress it like and embrace its fragility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm embarassed. i don't wanna be a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tech-geek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; geeky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think pri and shirin are convinced that i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world cup's knockout stages are here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally. the group stage was starting to grate on my nerves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never done this before actually. this thing of waking up at odd hours of the night like 3 am to watch a live soccer match. the funny thing is that i'm not all that much of a soccer fan. But its starting to grow on me! i mean, think about. fanciful skills, great tactics, gorgeous bodies and handsome faces on the pitch! its not in me to be shallow[i leave that up to my sister] but you just can't help noticing how being a footballer and being gorgoeus goes hand in hand &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of the time. let me name a few. say the oh-so-gorgeous-in-his-calvin-kleins Fredrik Ljungberg or Harry Kewell from Australia who so fantastically headed that goal in or Frank Lampard who has the most shots at the goal but never ever gets them in or Cristiano Ronaldo who has a terrible temper on the pitch but looks so good doing whatever he does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. just re-reading that makes me sound like a total bimbo. but hey. at least i'm not hiding behind the facade that i know a thousand and one things about football and that's the real reason that i'm watching the world cup. please, if you're a girl and you tell me that, i will laugh in your face. seriously! even the men don't take girls seriously when they say that! ultimately football is really a men's game. so let them enjoy whatever it is they enjoy about football and we women shall enjoy the real "beauty" of the game. even if we do know what an offside is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115124374391966672?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115124374391966672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115124374391966672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115124374391966672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115124374391966672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-confession-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115094970492011575</id><published>2006-06-22T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:11:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i watched the omen. and got scared. don't judge me and call me a scaredy-cat because i was scared in a dignified manner. at least i was scared at the right moments. you know, when there is at least something to be scared about. Unlike some people who just start screaming from the moment something pops up on the screen. you can judge how scary the movie is by the number of bruises/ scratches that you sustained from the other person that's gripping your hand/arm throughout the movie. and so i count. Kurseth scratched me &lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i shall take a picture of it and post it here as evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the movie made me realise that the anti-christ is coming. i believe that god exists and believing that is true would mean that the devil does exist. I was reading non-sequiter a week back and the comic showed the devil with his minions and he was telling them " let's ban people from using gas burners because at the rate that they're going, hell would freeze over!" hah. the day of judgement is coming. just as it was predicted. and i think its coming &lt;strong&gt;really soon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. just what i need. the devil to make a &lt;strong&gt;real-life&lt;/strong&gt; appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, kurseth and i had Ben and Jerry's!!! and she brought me a cheesecake. and she laughed at me because when she asked me if i liked cheesecake i told her only if it has real cheese in it. not my greatest moment of brightness. but hey, its not my fault. some places just make really bad cheesecakes that turns me off them. and i just happen to have patronised every single one of them. so, as you can see, i'm not the &lt;strong&gt;biggest cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt; fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrote a note to jia yan and gave it to her colleagues to pass it to her. i think they think that we're morons. ok, i confess. kurseth&lt;strong&gt; really is&lt;/strong&gt; a moron in disguise. here's a great example. she thinks that there are floors above toys r' us at suntec city. another one: she can't spell &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; she thinks that&lt;strong&gt; she's a man&lt;/strong&gt;. well you never know, with this weird world that we live in, anything's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to boat quay for a bit and just walked and walked and walked. until we came back to the start of the circle. great. she was so sure that i was gonna push her into the singapore river as we walked passed the fullerton. fun but &lt;strong&gt;predictable&lt;/strong&gt;. so i wouldn't do it. i'm gonna get ya when you least expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life's about to pick up so i'm gonna take it by the horns and run with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115094970492011575?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115094970492011575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115094970492011575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115094970492011575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115094970492011575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-watched-omen.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-115069398388929619</id><published>2006-06-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:35:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday night was a good night for me. in a bittersweet sorta way. It was halim's farewell dinner and so we all got together to having dinner and catch up before he leaves. I think Halim has a knack for choosing good things. Like the restaurant that we went too! we all "steamed" [refer to past post for definition of "steamed"]! the food was mouth-watering and the company FABULOUS! It was great seeing Kha, Liane, Jia, Small thing, KS, Stuck and Halim again! We literally sat around and talked about our lives and the one thing that unites us: COUNCIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laughed so hard that my sides hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All thanks to KS, no doubt. We re-counted the times of maths lecture where i sat behind him or when i sat next to him and he never shut up! ever. or the times we did amazingly stupid things and managed to get away with it. Council was the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetest thing was the poem that Halim wrote us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He debuted his first length poem for us, sorta like a poetry recital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ambience was right, the feelings present and the heart open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aw...halim really really does have an amazing mindset and a great heart and plus, he's got such great talent that i'll be hearing great things from him in time to come. I wish him well and hope that brunei gives him an experience that he'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love council!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, here's a couple of other things that made me smile in the past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. that sweet lil' boy whom i'm so in love with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. i saw ___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I HAVE CABLE. MY BABY'S BACK!!!!! I can now watch my socceroos at the WORLD CUP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. i made decent money...so i can now pay for cable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. i'm getting more money!!!! YAY! who says money can't buy happiness. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-115069398388929619?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/115069398388929619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=115069398388929619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115069398388929619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/115069398388929619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-night-was-good-night-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-114959858113397290</id><published>2006-06-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:10:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the war that i rage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shirin 2 Natasha 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot believe this. i seriously cannot. how do &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; walk into the Apple Centre at Wheelock with the intention to buy an Apple Ipod and Shirin walks out with THE LATEST apple imac book? AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not fair, not fair at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i had a fantastic time with Shirin today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In celebration of her birthday, we headed to celede at Wheelock Place. I had apple cinnamon pancakes with and irish cream milkshake. Can you say YUMMY? and all this at five in the afternoon! You could say that the day was destined to be doomed, in a hilarious way at least. It started with the waiter at cedele. I have a way of ordering things, you know, start with the solids and once everyone has ordered the main then proceed to ordering the drinks. BUT NO! this guy decides to take my order fully and then proceed on. So he ended up interjecting Shirin with a "WAIT MA'AM, let me take her order first". Rude, but hilarious when he realised that he sounded rude! Because Shirin gave him her most pissed off look and then started to talk to him in a really pissed off manner. so for the next hour, we made him run here and there to get us stuff! HAH. the food was good, the company better. I couldn't stop laughing at everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great seeing Shirin again. After weeks. It was just great to hang out and talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cue entrance of Apple Centre at Wheelock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walk in because i want that frickin' thing. i want it bad. really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's besides the point. We move over to the mac's section and there it sits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE WHITEST, MOST BEAUTIFUL LAPTOP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i have ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i want that too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know how i'm such a stickler for great customer service, well, apple centre has excellent service in the form of this guy darren. I think shirin was entertaining him so he stuck around to help us out! I love the apple centre. Going in there just makes me wanna buy the whole store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My day ended with the both of us getting into the wrong train. I swear we threw our brains away somewhere! But what more can you ask for? I had a great time and i wanna do it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for the record, shirin named her i mac after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-114959858113397290?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/114959858113397290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=114959858113397290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114959858113397290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114959858113397290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/06/war-that-i-rage-shirin-2-natasha-0i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-114908701519742110</id><published>2006-05-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:32:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a roller coaster week last week. oh yes it was! and here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They don't call it the beautiful game for nothing. Because it truly was. It was MJC vs VJC Part 2. The showdown took place at the Jalan Besar stadium on a very wet thursday afternoon. I think most people were surprised that MJC made it to the finals. They were all thinking that last year's entry was just a fluke. But hey, the boys surprised them again this time! Unfortunately,MJC went down 4-2. Our side was classy, and played the gentleman's game. Call me biased. But all that VJC was there for was just to win back their pride. In other words, they were D-E-S-P-A-R-A-T-E! It showed when they collasped literally when MJC scored the 1st goal. It also showed when their goalkeeper basically shoved one of our players. Desperation was basically oozing out from every imaginable place! whatever. MJC played a good game. Although i've left the school, i felt really bad for them. It's just something about me about seeing men/ boys cry. It just doesn't feel good! But they did play a really good game so they have nothing to worry about! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/End%20match.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/End%20match.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/1600/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Saturday came early enough. Was supposed to go to Pasir Ris Park for some picnic but then bailed on it. As usual. Sometimes i wonder why people even bother to ask! Went to hang out with Kurseth and Mariam instead. I have discovered something! CHEAP CHOCOLATE FONDUE. which btw taste extremely good. and it cost only $12.90. YUMMY! and top it off with great conversation and great laughs and you've got a great lazy afternoon! In case you're thinking about watching a movie then DO NOT watch it at the new Cathay Cinema. Its just a great excuse for a waste of space and a chance for the frickin' people who work in the cinema to suck the money out of you! since when does a movie ticket cost $9.50?SINCE WHEN!!!!DUMBASSES! never again. Never again! It was just too painful to hand over that money and be seated like two rows from the waaay too high screen! AND why does the whole of Singapore need to be at Orchard Road on sat? Is it absolutely a sin if you don't go shopping on the weekend?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. THEN CAME SUNDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That meant that the Red Rain boys were in town and i was went to watch them!!! YAY! Their World Tour was held at the Kallang Theatre this time and this was their 3rd time in the country and my 2nd time watching them! They are absolutely GREAT!  i love. Dave Pfanstiel has grown. More hair that is. I think he's gunning for the grungy look! But i still think he's hot. I mean, on the drums, of course! And so i rocked it out with Red Rain! The best part was the last part! I got their autographs!!!!  AH! thanks Kha and KS, you guys are sweeties for standing in line with me! LOL. yes, i was shy to stand alone! haha but it was great meeting them! I saw Natasha Turner too! and she's pretty! haha i guess its just a natasha thing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then the weekend ended and then it all came to an end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;until next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-114908701519742110?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/114908701519742110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=114908701519742110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114908701519742110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114908701519742110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-roller-coaster-week-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-114839109175456695</id><published>2006-05-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:53:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've done a lot things in the span of the last blog entry and this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm too lazy to write them down in detail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i'll number them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I watched 3 movies in a span of 5 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. At every single one of those movies, i ate nachos. What can i say! I'm a big nachos fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I think Tom Cruise is HOT. But then so is Maggie Q! And i'm totally in love with Jonathan Rhys Meyers. I've loved him ever since Bend it Like Beckham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. When Dawn and Jirong scream together, i get a headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. They screamed at the movies, when they watched someone giving birth.....basically at just about every event that DOESN"T warrant screaming, they'll be screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. i met Mariam!!! YAY! after a long time. where at SINGPOST. where i now currently work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Went to the NUS open house. Came out totally confused/ harrased but totally wondering about that guy with the black hair and blue eyes whom i took a paper from. totally cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Went to dawn's house and went swimmng. like after 2 years. literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. For the 1st time, i went to a sauna. And i nearly died. Because it was freakin' hot. And i couldn't breathe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I went back to school today!!! To see everyone! BUT everyone was teaching! Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Am going to the soccer match tomorrow! YAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-114839109175456695?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/114839109175456695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=114839109175456695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114839109175456695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114839109175456695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-done-lot-things-in-span-of-last.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-114761651938909663</id><published>2006-05-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:19:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one thing that i love about friendships and relationships is the conversations. Sometimes the silence is great too but i enjoy the banter and the recollections and the laughs. yes, especially the laughs. I've had great conversations many a times but the best conversations were always with the people that i love. When i say that i think council room, cafe cartel, coffe bean and me and them just hanging out and chillin' and just talking. Last night was one of those nights that i will remember for a long time to come. Last night was bittersweet, but definately more sweet. We[ me, dawn, jirong, christine and wing] went over to norvin's house to celebrate his belated birthday! And it was...well, sweet. His grandma cooked dinner for us and we brought the cake and the strawberry vodka which he bought. And so we ate dinner and talked. A lot. More like screamed and laughed very loudly while recollecting/ teasing about a dozen and one things. We've been friends for about 2 years now and its been a rough ride with its ups and downs but we've all come out of it so much more stronger. I just know that we're gonna hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chillin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORVIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a separate issue altogether which has nothing to do with norvin but has something to do with yesterday: I know that we're gonna be ok!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00060.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and jirong being camera whores at dawn's shop&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we decided to be nice and let dawn into the picture!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00061.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Norvin's cake half-eaten and all! We were too lazy to take new plates so we just grabbed forks and ate off the table!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/546/320/DSC00062.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is dawn and jirong and man, they were frickin' loud! At eleven. In the night. What can i say? They DO have the gift of the gab!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-114761651938909663?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/114761651938909663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=114761651938909663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114761651938909663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114761651938909663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-thing-that-i-love-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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-8219920.post-114727215071046430</id><published>2006-05-10T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:42:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched a movie with Dawn and Jirong. FOR THE FIRST TIME! Serious. Having been friends for about 2 years plus, you would think that we would have watched tons of movies together but i just can't seem to remember us ever having watched a movie together. And guess what, watching a movie with them gives me a headache! We were watching "When A Stranger Calls" and it seemed like the 3 of us where the only people in the cinema who were screaming. At the scary parts, that is. It was hilarious! When the scary guy appear, all 3 of us started screaming. Loudly, i might add! And then Jirong and I were grabbing each other and Dawn was cowering in her seat with her hands over her eyes like a coward! Damn, the both of them make me look like an idiot. That's because we're always doing stupid things. Like when we decided to let the whole of the Samsung Customer Care Centre listen to our conversation because we were talking in the loudest volume possible. Or like me sticking my whole head into the freezer to get a frickin' slice of apple for Jirong. Or like Dawn washing her hands in the sink and then looking up to find that her reflection is that of a grotesque/dementor-ish nun! [Go to the toilet on the 7th level of PS and you'll understand what i'm talking about].  They're both hilarious and we just laugh non-stop whenever we're together! They're incredible friends, i tell you! BTW dawn, if you're bored and you happen to stop by here, can you at least tag me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219920-114727215071046430?l=letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/feeds/114727215071046430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219920&amp;postID=114727215071046430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114727215071046430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219920/posts/default/114727215071046430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmeblowyamind.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-watched-movie-with-dawn-and-jirong.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha`z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317624210163676105</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>
