<?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-3388133392460256450</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:02:54.899+08:00</updated><category term='man'/><category term='Personality quiz'/><category term='songs'/><category term='survey'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='anagrams'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='exams blues'/><category term='abusers'/><category term='woman'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='teens'/><category term='school'/><category term='pregnancies'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>CANVAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1352306525374109731</id><published>2010-06-22T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:46:36.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>It's been long since i've updates, time for a revamp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first,read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/africa/06/20/south.africa.female.condom/index.html?hpt=C2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/africa/06/20/south.africa.female.condom/index.html?hpt=C2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!! but serve him right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1352306525374109731?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/1352306525374109731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/06/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1352306525374109731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1352306525374109731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/06/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-5906529666418329465</id><published>2010-04-08T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:26:10.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>How to make a woman happy=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's not difficult to make a woman happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man only needs to be:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. a friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. a companion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. a lover&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. a brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. a father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. a master&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. a chef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. an electrician&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. a plumber &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. a mechanic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. a decorator&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. a stylist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. a sexologist &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. a gynecologist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. a pest exterminator&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. a psychiatrist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. a healer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. a good listener&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. an organizer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. a good father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. very clean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. athletic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. warm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. attentive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. gallant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. intelligent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. creative&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. tender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. understanding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. tolerant &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. prudent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. ambitious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. capable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. courageous &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. determined&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. dependable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. passionate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. compassionate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. give her compliments regularly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. love shopping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. be honest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. be very rich&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49 not stress her out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. not look at other girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52.. give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. Never to forget:* birthdays* anniversaries* arrangements she makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Show up naked &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Bring alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5906529666418329465?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5906529666418329465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-make-woman-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5906529666418329465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5906529666418329465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-make-woman-happy.html' title='How to make a woman happy=)'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3919043451369298465</id><published>2010-03-23T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:25:52.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>SKINS</title><content type='html'>Hei!!&lt;div&gt;As you can see, Canvas has a new look and I absolutely love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda goes with the name me thinks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really lazy to update my blog but then again what's the point of having one right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, as some of u guys would have read my Facebook status yesterday, I was ranting about dog abusers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sick and pathetic and simply inhuman to torture another living being..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having dinner with my brother and his girlfriend when suddenly this cute black dog came limping towards us, probably hoping to get some scrap from us. His front right leg looked burnt,he had no paws..plus, he had a huge hole on his back, like someone has burnt a hole with a cigarette(only this one was huge) and the hole was infested with maggots. Being a dog lover myself, the feeling I felt was way beyond sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad thing was, we had already finished  our meals and there was nothing left to give him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the poor thing limped to the next table and you could see how much of abuse he must have gone trough because he was so scared when the lady at the next table offered some bones and he wouldn't feed it of her hand. Instead, he waited for the lady to put the bones down. He kept flinching when people around him made the slightest movement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot comprehend the fact that there are some sick dickheads out there who could do such a thing to these dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, you don't have to love them , but at the very least, leave them alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once witnessed two assholes shooting a dog down and then dragging that poor guy..leaving a pool of its blood behind. I was familiar with this dog because he was always hanging around the area beside the school where the students park their cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO yeah..I guess I made my message clear..as for me, Opening a dog shelter is definitely part of the future plans..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriverdechi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3919043451369298465?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3919043451369298465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/03/skins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3919043451369298465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3919043451369298465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/03/skins.html' title='SKINS'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2545014439999470113</id><published>2010-03-12T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:02:24.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or by design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat, went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she’d stopped to answer it, talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now, a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver, who dropped off the earlier fare, who’d stopped to get the cup of coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did, because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work, was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn’t been wrapped yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot. When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck; all the while Daisy was getting dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently, if that shoelace hadn’t broken, or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier, or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend, or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier, or that taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee, or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would’ve crossed the street, and the taxi would’ve driven by; but life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone’s control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This has to be one of the most beautiful movie scenes I've watched.&lt;br /&gt;It makes us think..every single action we take, the decisions we make, even the smallest ones have their consequences..maybe not to us..but to someone else out there..&lt;br /&gt;it has such unexplainable depth that you just have to feel the way it was taken rather than trying to understand it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2545014439999470113?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2545014439999470113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/03/benjamin-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2545014439999470113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2545014439999470113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/03/benjamin-button.html' title='Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-8263003949577763113</id><published>2010-02-24T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:51:37.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday..</title><content type='html'>Everything appears to have happened yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;From entering Form 6 up to sitting for STPM and everything else in between..&lt;br /&gt;Time has a way of arranging things..&lt;br /&gt;SO that it appears as though it was just yesterday that something has happened..&lt;br /&gt;and before you know it..time flies..leaving you with memories of the good and bad..&lt;br /&gt;each with a unique way of making you who you are today and who you are gonna be in the future..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock and disbelieve that results is out tomorrow, but seriously, what's the point right?&lt;br /&gt;I will just have to accept whatever the outcome is tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;But I must say I'm a lot calmer than I was compared to the time I was expecting for my SPM results&lt;br /&gt;SO ya..let's just wait and see..&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's good enough for me to do psychology, I'll be pretty darn happy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-8263003949577763113?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/8263003949577763113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8263003949577763113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8263003949577763113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday..'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-4214686731914032864</id><published>2010-02-22T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:39:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44</title><content type='html'>Perhaps it's time for an update, God knows I need one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm back in Malacca after 44 days of spending my precious holidays in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;44 AMAZING DAYs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now I'm back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna collect my results, meet up with my friends , then chiow back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really am not in the mood to go into details right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About what I expect for results, Gods, I really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im freaking out and staying calm at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I  have 2 very contradiciting personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i'm not making any sense now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: I really miss my siblings and it's only been a day :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arriverdechi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-4214686731914032864?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/4214686731914032864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/02/44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/4214686731914032864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/4214686731914032864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/02/44.html' title='44'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3013677610327017781</id><published>2010-01-26T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:24:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="7942b9ab4a5de0d216e47ded1feba367" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;THe Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a meaningful story, so please take some time off whatever you're doing and read it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives At the year's end Rose finishe d the college degree she had begun all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3013677610327017781?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3013677610327017781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/rose-meaningful-story-so-please-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3013677610327017781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3013677610327017781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/rose-meaningful-story-so-please-take.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1288141427885424464</id><published>2010-01-22T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:40:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruitless male Brain</title><content type='html'>GOt this off facebook and thought that it's too good not to be shared=)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S1lj7sMbpII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ft1ckUJSStk/s1600-h/20249_270630036568_510371568_3378245_5871580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429480702898578562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S1lj7sMbpII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ft1ckUJSStk/s320/20249_270630036568_510371568_3378245_5871580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fruitless Male Brain-Consist of the double D's(dick and dissapointment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriverdechi=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1288141427885424464?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/1288141427885424464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/fruitless-male-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1288141427885424464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1288141427885424464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/fruitless-male-brain.html' title='The Fruitless male Brain'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S1lj7sMbpII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ft1ckUJSStk/s72-c/20249_270630036568_510371568_3378245_5871580_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7877146636686964027</id><published>2010-01-20T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:45:26.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of books and flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The flu is back to haunt me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Yes, after 2 weeks of being in KL, I caught a flu. Why flu? I hate FLU! I feel so weak and useless..adoi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  Neways, so far everything has been good..applied for emcee-ing here and there, hopefully it works out, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've always had a liking for the entertainment field but never really gave much thought to it. Having two members of my family in the industry, I learn that apart from the fame and attention and popularity, the amount of hard work one has to put in is stupendous, not forgetting the sacrifises they have to make .So now i'm having major indecision about my career choice. I grew thinking that I really wanted to be a doctor. Towards the end of form 6, I was leaning towards pyschology and now I have other plans in mind. Ergo, this situation leaves me confused and when I'm confused, i get irritated very fast. Ah well, Hopefully it all turns out good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Apart from that, I went to visit my 2 month old niece yesterday who is oh-so-adorable with big big huge eyes(after me of course=) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Lately I've been reading a lot of books by Indian authors. I love books by Indian authors reason being I can relate to what's written. Sorta lenghty to explain and I'm too lazy to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a list of books I'll be reading for the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Passion and Poppadoms&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nisha Minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.(un)arranged marriage&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bali Rai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Five Point Someone by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chetan Bhagat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would recommend you book lovers to read Chetan Bhagat's 2 states=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks!&lt;br /&gt;Arriverdechi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7877146636686964027?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7877146636686964027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-books-and-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7877146636686964027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7877146636686964027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-books-and-flu.html' title='Of books and flu'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1463065747622616495</id><published>2010-01-16T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:21:23.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tomorrow marks the first week of me being in KL. It's been a pretty okay so far, minus here and there, it's been good. The thing is, being in KL was a sort of an escape, a much need retreat from all the drama back home. This one week feels like being in someone's else shoes that it scares me..prolly because it's been a little too normal for me? I dunno.I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my fellow Malaccan friends. The week before I went to Kl was spent mostly by going out with my bunch of assholes=)&lt;br /&gt;Partly I felt guilty for going away but they were sweet to understood as to why I had too. Since we could't meet up for New Year's Day itself, Nick, Chai, Jiv,his sister and I went for a movie(Did you hear about the Morgans) and we were laughing so loud and there was only like what;10 people in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day Jiv,his sis and I pergi makan Satay Celup at the newly renovated Happy Satay(that is the shops name, weird)near my place. Not much variety though. And of course, Jiv went bald..adoi..good luck with it growing back fast=)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Nick and I went to Mcd for lunch and that ass was showing off his newly dyed hair(read his blog la eh). But I have to admid, it was worth the money as the tint was perfect=) Thank his lucky stars it didn't turn out to be like the bleached sorta blonde,whatever u wanna call it la..otherwise end up looking like ah beng=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ping is busy with work, Pras has some stuff on and I had no transport, we didn't get the chance to meet up before I left, but it's all good because I chatted with Pras on msn literally for the whole day for the past one week(excuse the exxageration)&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet to call Ruen Ping..she busy ma..tak mau kacau&lt;br /&gt;MY English is going down the drain looking at my post,Ah well..I am malaysian after all, so it's excusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanitha's busy with exams so tak boleh kacau her though i flood her FB wall with mindless "i have too much free time on my hands" quizzes (so she said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be pretty busy because I'll be joining my bro already so I'm really sorry if I appear out of touch for a while and can't reply texts or can't pick up you calls or can't make calls..but I'll make it up lah ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO..2mr or technically today la, I'll be watching avatar again, this time 3-D..Booyah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to watch the other half of Forgetting sarah Marshall..so goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriverdechi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1463065747622616495?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/1463065747622616495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1463065747622616495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1463065747622616495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-5911115617792590575</id><published>2010-01-08T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:41:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>It’s a euphoric feeling to be able to smell after recovering from a rather nasty flu.(of course, it's just starting for me) Well, nasty would actually be an understatement. I would seriously prefer to swallow two aspirins and sleep over a fever than catching flu. It’s just annoying to be sneezing and sniffing and snorting and it’s rather disguisting and irritating. Allow me to further elaborate on the word disguisting and irritating in terms of flu. Where shall I start now?&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;  Could it be the water running down your nose? Could it be that exactly at that moment, you ran out of tissues and have to tilt your head backwards and cover your nose with your hand, walk around the classroom, asking your friends for tissues? Or when they see your snot and go like “Eeeeew, that’s disguisting”. (Very thoughtful, thank you very much., I suggest you don’t say another word unless you have a piece of tissue or I swear I will make sure you get a really, really nasty flu and I will be  the harping on how disguisting is it to see water running down your nose instead.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Or could it be the ‘beautiful’ colour changes your phlegm exhibit from white, to a cloudy precipitate, to a light shade of yellow, to a darker shade of yellow, to green throughout the flu phase(yes, it is indeed divided into phases, which I will have the pleasure of explaining later) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Or could it be the part  whereby after you recover, you realize that your room is worst than a rat’s cage thanks to the contribution of the phlegm filled tissue.(which for no apparent reason is at every unimaginable corner  in the room, considering the fact that you were on the bed. A matter that ought to be investigated). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Or could it be when your nose turns all ‘rudolphy’, meaning as red and big as Rudolph’s nose. For the super ignorant ones, let me enlighten you. Heard of Santa at the very least? Yes, it is indeed the big, fat man who slides down your chimney(which I’m still trying to figure out how he does considering the fact that he is, well, you know, pudgy) on Christmas eve to leave you presents in exchange for the cup of milk and cookies you leave him(sorry to say darlings, nothing is ever free in this world) Call me sadistic, but I am not to be blame. It’s the flu which has caused me to be a different person. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    As I was saying before I drifted, Santa’s means of transportation happens to be a sleigh which is powered by flying reindeers.(yes, and they say there’s no such thing as magic) One of the reindeers’ name  was Rudolph who was apparently exiled from any sort of reindeer games due to his big, fat, red nose until Santa found out that he was really useful when it came to a foggy Christmas eve.(do listen to the song “Rudolph the red nose reindeer” to understand further because as I have said, the flu have made me a very sadistic person) So yes, as I’ve mentioned, Rudolph had a big, red nose and that’s exactly how your nose turns when you catch a flu, or rather the flu catches you. Big, fat and red.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; And of course, the stages, how can that ever slip my mind. First, you feel like sleeping the whole day, as though your high on cocaine and you feel drowsiness at an extreme level and as afore mentioned, all you want to do is fall asleep regardless of where you are.(although, I prefer to be bundled up in my comforter). Then the next stage would be where you feel cold regardless of the external temperature being 100 Celsius. This is the part where your snot is more liquid than tap water itself. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,apart from flu:&lt;br /&gt;1. I watched Avatar(finally) and it was bloody brilliant&lt;br /&gt;2. I would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't for the flu and was stubborn to drink  coke despite my mum warning me not too&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll be of to KL tomorrow and will be there approximately till results are out&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not done packing because the clothes are still drying and because of the stupid rain(which i usually love),it's taking a longer time. Not good,because i'm leaving early 2mr, so I have to be up early 2mr=(.&lt;br /&gt;5. Next post, from kl=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriverdechi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5911115617792590575?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5911115617792590575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5911115617792590575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5911115617792590575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-8732928802084400804</id><published>2010-01-04T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:32:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a cockroach..what are you?</title><content type='html'>LOOK UP YOUR BIRTHDAY AND SEE WHAT YOU ARE   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 01 - 09 ~ Ass &lt;br /&gt;January 10 - 24 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;January 25 - 31 ~ Cockroach &lt;br /&gt; February 01 - 05 ~ Parasite &lt;br /&gt;February 06 - 14 ~ Bullfrog &lt;br /&gt;February 15 - 21 ~ Skunk &lt;br /&gt;February 22 - 28 ~ Snake &lt;br /&gt; March 01 - 12 ~ Ape &lt;br /&gt;March 13 - 15 ~ Cockroach &lt;br /&gt;March 16 - 23 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;March 24 - 31 ~ Parasite &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;April 01 - 03 ~ Ass &lt;br /&gt;April 04 - 14 ~ Snake &lt;br /&gt;April 15 - 26 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;April 27 - 30 ~ Skunk &lt;br /&gt; May 01 - 13 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;May 14 - 21 ~ Bullfrog &lt;br /&gt;May 22 - 31 ~ Cockroach &lt;br /&gt; June 01 - 03 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;June 04 - 14 ~ Skunk &lt;br /&gt;June 15 - 20 ~ Ass &lt;br /&gt;June 21 - 24 ~ Ape &lt;br /&gt;June 25 - 30 ~ Parasite &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;July 01 - 09 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;July 10 - 15 ~ Ass &lt;br /&gt;July 16 - 26 ~ Bullfrog &lt;br /&gt;July 27 - 31 ~ Parasite &lt;br /&gt; August 01 - 15 ~ Ape &lt;br /&gt;August 16 - 25 ~ Slug &lt;br /&gt;August 26 - 31 ~ Skunk &lt;br /&gt; September 01 - 14 ~ Bullfrog &lt;br /&gt;September 15 - 27 ~ Parasite &lt;br /&gt;September 28 - 30 ~ Ass &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;October 01 - 15 ~ Ape &lt;br /&gt;October 16 - 27 ~ Skunk &lt;br /&gt;October 28 - 31 ~ Snake &lt;br /&gt; November 01 - 16 ~ Cockroach &lt;br /&gt;November 17 - 30 ~ Parasite &lt;br /&gt; December 01 - 16 ~ Ass &lt;br /&gt;December 17 - 25 ~ Ape &lt;br /&gt;December 26 - 31 ~ Bullfrog &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an Ass  : A very loyal and sweet person. Your loyalty can never be doubted. You are quite honest and sincere when it comes to your attitude towards working. You are a very simple person, indeed. Absolutely hassle free, humble and down-to-earth!! That explains the reason why your friends cling on to you! You have a good taste for clothes. If your wardrobe is not updated with what is trendy, you sure are depressed. Popular and easy-going. You have a little group of dignified friends, all of them being quality-personified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Slug  : Always up to some sort of a mischief! The mischievous gleam in your eyes is what makes you so cute and attractive to everyone. You are an extremely fun-to-be-with kind of person. No wonder people seek for your company and look forward to include you for all get-together's. However, you are sensitive which is a drawback. People need to select their words while talking to you. If someone tries to fiddle around and play with words while dealing with you, it is enough to invite your wrath. &lt;br /&gt;God bless the person then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Cockroach  : Quite contradictory to your name, you are a peace loving person. You best try to avoid a situation wherein you are required to fight. An outdoor person, you dislike sitting at one place for a long duration. You are a born leader, and have it in you how to tactfully derive work from people. You love being loved, and when you receive your share of limelight from someone, you are all theirs!!!! Well, well... hence some people could even take an advantage, flatter you to the maximum and get their work done. So be careful..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Parasite  : An extremely lovable, adorable person, sometimes shy, with a passion for quick wit. At times, you prefer quietness. You love exploring various things and going into depth of each thing. Under normal circumstances you're cool but when given a reason to, you are like a volcano waiting to erupt. You're a fashion bird. People look forward to you as an icon associated with fashion. Basically, you mingle along freely but don't like talking much to strangers. People feel very easy in your company. You observe care in choosing your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Skunk  : You are near to perfect and nice at heart. The examples of your kindness are always circulated in groups of people. You too, love peace. You wouldn't like to retaliate even to a person who is in the wrong. You are loved due to this. You do not wish to talk behind one's back. People love the way you always treat them. You can give, give and give love, and the best part is that you do not expect it back in return. You are generous enough. Seeing things in a practical light is what the best trait of you guys remains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Bullfrog  : You symbolize a very happy-go-lucky approach in life. Whatever the surroundings may be, grim or cheerful, you remain unaffected. In fact, you spread cheer wherever you go. You are the leader of your group of friends and good at consoling people in their times of need. You dislike hypocrisy and tend to shirk away from hypocrites. They can never be in your good books, no matter what. You are very methodical and organized in your work. No amount of mess, hence, can ever encompass you. Beware; it is easy for you to fall in love.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Snake  : You are mysterious. You are someone who can handle pressure with ease, and can handle any atmosphere without going berserk. You can be mean at times, and love to gossip with your selected group. Very prim and proper. You like all situations and things to be in the way you desire, which, sometimes is not possible. As a result, you may lose out in some relationships. But otherwise, you love to help people out from difficult and tight spots when they really need you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an Ape  : Very impatient and hyper!!! You want things to be done as quickly as possible. At heart, you are quite simple and love if you are the center of attraction. That way, you people are unique..You would like to keep yourself safe from all the angles. Shall your name be dragged or featured in any sort of a controversy, you then go all panicky. Therefore, you take your precautions from the very beginning. When you foresee anything wrong, your sixth sense is what saves you from falling in traps. Quite a money minded bunch you people are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-8732928802084400804?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/8732928802084400804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-cockroachwhat-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8732928802084400804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8732928802084400804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-cockroachwhat-are-you.html' title='I&apos;m a cockroach..what are you?'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7262559060684059706</id><published>2009-12-31T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:23:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's step into a brand new year, 2010</title><content type='html'>WOW, where did the year go?&lt;br /&gt;yups folk, we're finally here, the very last day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us can't wait for it to end and many of us can't wait to start fresh for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;The year for me has been a bittersweet journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lost for words..but really, this year, I can say is one of the best and worst years I have experienced and yet somehow, I'm really grateful to be able to go through all those emo phase and shitty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some of the best friends and I know we have many years of strong friendship to come&lt;br /&gt;I went out more, did more crazy stuff and yes, I have been a lot braver this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot closer to my siblings than i used to be and i cannot stop harping on this;my wonderful wonderful bunch of friends, love you guys so frigging much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are a few share of regrets and mistakes, but I've learnt tht its part and parcel of growing up and that's wht makes us a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what to say anymore. Thank u everyone, thank u for making this year a great one. Good or bad, I'm learning to accept it. And its a lot easier to meet another day when u have accepted stuff(etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2009, Welcome 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriverderchi:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7262559060684059706?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7262559060684059706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-step-into-brand-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7262559060684059706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7262559060684059706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-step-into-brand-new-year-2010.html' title='Let&apos;s step into a brand new year, 2010'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-6567152426210944362</id><published>2009-12-30T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:03:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POst exams</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty long since i've updated, reason being; i was too lazy and had nothing interesting to blog about. So yeah, the post exam period has been so far so good. Though I think i'm turning into a real slug,waking up at noon almost everyday. Yes, I am a night person, like a really late night person because i got to bed like super super late. There I go babbling.&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, i wake up at noon, go online for a couple of hours, on msn, facebook, blog hopping:)((though not many of them updated theirs as well)&lt;br /&gt;evening mostly spent by jogging and once, i played basketball:P&lt;br /&gt;Trading dvd's with friends,watching them at night, reading the whole collection of Darren Shan Nick lend me. Yup, I suppose I can keep myself occupied, but i'm gonna be like any other person on a holiday and say "it's so boringggggggggggggggggg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd actually say this, but I miss school. Not the studying part,no thank you, but the hanging out with friends part being up to no good, walking to Mcdonalds for lunch, going to each others class and yakking for 4 the whole day(yes it has happened before)&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I never have to wear uniform anymore! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after STPM, we bowled:)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a very quite affair but the ambiance was good, which I suppose was the magic of christmas itself. Nick and Jiv turned up in the evening and we sat down yakking at the porch for sometime. Yup, that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think New year's is also gonna be a quite affair. Though Prassana called me to go to Jonker for new year's countdown but considering the fact tht none of my siblings can make it back to Malacca this new Year and how crowded malacca will be, I'l just be a filial child and spend the day with my parents. Mum has insisted that we go to the temple(anual thing we do),but this time both morning and evening because there are some special prayers. Maybe will meet up with the kawans for a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January,I will be going to Kl to help my bro and will be there till results out suppose, so yeah, gotta spend some time with friends here coz i doubt I will be back much and all of them are pretty busy themselves too. I am definetely gonna miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of NEW YEAR'S, I have not made my resolutions yet. I wanna throughly think through as to what I really want to do, or change or achieve. SO perhaps tommorow I might update my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, also, I really wanna go for Neyo's concert, anyone feel like being santa and getting me a ticket? LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;Also, my cousin in India is getting engaged on the 21st of January and I'm convincing my mum to lemme go alone and spend a week in Bombay. She seems okay with it, but let's just hope it will work out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-6567152426210944362?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/6567152426210944362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6567152426210944362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6567152426210944362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-exams.html' title='POst exams'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2942135427801119166</id><published>2009-11-20T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:19:35.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAgi!</title><content type='html'>SElamat Pagi!&lt;br /&gt;So one paper down, another 7 to go. I just cannot wait for it to be over!&lt;br /&gt;And i just have to say this, the weather has been so good in Malacca,all cloudy,windy and cold, which perks my mood up to study really:)&lt;br /&gt;Too bright, i'll be very sluggish and erm..feeble?&lt;br /&gt;haha..neways, lucks to all those STPM-ers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s;very random post, for the fun of updating:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2942135427801119166?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2942135427801119166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/11/pagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2942135427801119166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2942135427801119166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/11/pagi.html' title='PAgi!'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2534865063319340661</id><published>2009-11-14T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:09:59.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola</title><content type='html'>Ola!&lt;br /&gt;Exams on Thursday, with bio paper 2 being the first.&lt;br /&gt;you know, its funny how after dreading about it for such a long time, its all coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;NO more wearing unifrom, no more waking up before the sun even rises, no more prefectship, no more having recess with friends, no more hanging out during free periods, no more Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i'd be saying this, but i'm gonna miss it. A hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;Form 6 was something i never considered to do after SPM and look where i am. its funny how things work at times.&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot of shit, but somehow, i'm really glad i have amazing friends to back me up. Lower 6 was difficult. Not because of the new environment, but because of a lot of stuff i had going on then and Vanitha was in KL. Being partners in crime for so long, it was a struggle because i thought i had to go through the whole-make new-friends phase. BUT i was wrong. So many of them were so friendly and I'm glad to have met each and everyone of them. I will be blogging bout this again. A proper one.&lt;br /&gt;Before I end,&lt;br /&gt; I just wanna say that people ought to be more sensetive towards other people's feelings before making a judgement, or passing a comment, or spreading rumours,  because it may sound juicy at that point of a time and your having a good laugh about something or someone, but you will never  know how it feels until you yourself have felt it.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, some will never learn. Eitherways, believing that "karma's a Bitch" makes me feel so good(and i'm bloody sure i'm not the only one:P).&lt;br /&gt;:):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2534865063319340661?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2534865063319340661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/11/ola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2534865063319340661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2534865063319340661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/11/ola.html' title='Ola'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7800015141680766211</id><published>2009-11-10T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:05:54.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of blastula formation</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from the public library. Yes, i know i'm suppose to be studying but my mind is freaking saturated.&lt;br /&gt;So, as all of you guys know, exams next week and quite honestly, I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing focus at the moment which is bad(not now,just not now), thus, im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;When you are staring at the same page for 15 minutes reading the same lines, you gotta admit your mind is simply not absorbing the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Though i have to admit, studying bout blastula formation and gastrulation is indeed intriguing.Its during the placenta formation that I switched off. Ah well, I'll just get Sanjiv to teach me later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, but i cannot tido which is again bad, so i spoke to my cousin in Australia and he suggested breathing exercises. felt so yogaish:). I suppose it helped, so thanks Abi!&lt;br /&gt;Im just very confused at the mo with a lot stuff. I suppose I have to take Thong's and Black's advice with going with the flow:). After STPM, i'm gonna  straighten out a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I got my hands on Jay Sean's new song!!!! (shuddup Sanjiv:P)&lt;br /&gt;Haha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shob-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7800015141680766211?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7800015141680766211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-blastula-formation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7800015141680766211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7800015141680766211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-blastula-formation.html' title='Of blastula formation'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1640718625054455663</id><published>2009-11-09T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:03:44.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Slow dance</title><content type='html'>SLow Dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem &lt;br /&gt;written by a teenager with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to see how many &lt;br /&gt;people get her poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;br /&gt;poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a &lt;br /&gt;New York &lt;br /&gt;Hospital &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sent &lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement &lt;br /&gt;AFTER THE POEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever &lt;br /&gt;watched kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to &lt;br /&gt;the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a &lt;br /&gt;butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading &lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so &lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't &lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;br /&gt;fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the &lt;br /&gt;reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your &lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through &lt;br /&gt;your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so &lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't &lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good &lt;br /&gt;friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,'Hi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance &lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't &lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry &lt;br /&gt;through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a &lt;br /&gt;race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the &lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1640718625054455663?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2030513627577852984</id><published>2009-10-17T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:29:00.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diwali</title><content type='html'>Happy Diwali Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great day indeed..and thanks u so much for all those who came to my house today&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm emo no more..&lt;br /&gt;love u guys so much..pics on facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2030513627577852984?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2030513627577852984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2030513627577852984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2030513627577852984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali.html' title='diwali'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-339125694830566217</id><published>2009-10-11T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:20:37.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, i think the exam stress is getting to me d..except,i dont feel anything&lt;br /&gt;Praz says that i might be so stressed that i don't feel the pressure(makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;i can be so paranoid at times, i don't know why, but i am, which makes me go all loony&lt;br /&gt;Emo.emo.emo.emo.emo and more emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S-this post is such a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully tommorrow is a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-339125694830566217?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/339125694830566217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-i-think-exam-stress-is-getting-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/339125694830566217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/339125694830566217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-i-think-exam-stress-is-getting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-176210165390349449</id><published>2009-10-10T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:56:22.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Right, everyone's patience has a limit. What's your's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: a very random thought following a few series of events.Also, my blog need an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adios-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-176210165390349449?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/176210165390349449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/176210165390349449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/176210165390349449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1129645857697691043</id><published>2009-10-07T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:12:21.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>Have u had moments, where its easier to be sad than pretending to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;   Moment's you wish people would just get you rather than asking you what's bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-arriverdechi-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1129645857697691043?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/1129645857697691043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1129645857697691043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1129645857697691043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/10/moments.html' title='moments'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7055709054314827437</id><published>2009-09-27T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:24:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Things get difficult and we catch ourselves sitting and wondering about a million different stuff. More often than not, we fret about the past or brood over the future. Everything comes to a standstill and you just sit there either thinking, or crying, or depressed or angry or even all of this at once. Even the thoughest, strongest people do that and I will call you a bloody liar if you deny that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of us have lost the number of times we have felt like talking to our family and friends, about how we really feel about certain issues but held our tongues instead. Probably because we believe they wouldn't care, our thoughts and opinions wouldn't matter and nobody would give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that pain is a great teacher. I've learnt that out stupidest mistakes leads us to become a better person. But what Ihave learnt most is that, no matter how bad things get, we cannot lose hope. Because that keeps us alive at moments where we feel nothing seem to be going right. Its hope that mkes us all look forward for a better tomorrow. Its hope that keeps us going. And if I lose hope, Ilose a part of myself, a signicant part of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Praying helps. To know that even if I'm all alone, I have God to help me through. And I find that feeling extremely peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive.forget.move on.&lt;br /&gt;seems easier said than done, but its true. When you forgive, you are freed from your anger and when you're freed from your anger, you move on.&lt;br /&gt;So when you fall down, just get right back up. And yes, its gonna hurt and yes its painful, but just get right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-period-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7055709054314827437?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7055709054314827437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7055709054314827437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7055709054314827437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-6454810954012463879</id><published>2009-09-25T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:39:59.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be me</title><content type='html'>I really love this song, so real&lt;br /&gt;Eminem keeps getting better by the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a private world, where they can be alone&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?&lt;br /&gt;Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so fucking depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump&lt;br /&gt;If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump&lt;br /&gt;I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up&lt;br /&gt;But I need that spark to get psyched back up, in order for me to pick the mic back up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen&lt;br /&gt;Up and try to make an attempt to vent but I just can't admit or come to grips&lt;br /&gt;With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet&lt;br /&gt;And I know some shit so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow&lt;br /&gt;In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;One tough act to follow, I'll be one tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to&lt;br /&gt;Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humour, everything's so tense and gloom, I&lt;br /&gt;Almost feel like I got to check the temperature of the room just as soon as&lt;br /&gt;I walk in, it's like all eyes on me, and so I try to avoid any eye contact&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for extra attention, I just wanna be just like you&lt;br /&gt;Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no fucking man servant, tryna follow me around and wipe my ass&lt;br /&gt;And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of 'em ain't even funny like "Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Marshall you're so funny man you should be a comedian, God damn"&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell&lt;br /&gt;Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to&lt;br /&gt;[ Eminem Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] &lt;br /&gt;Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands we're dealt&lt;br /&gt;We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help&lt;br /&gt;Now I could of either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned&lt;br /&gt;Or take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own&lt;br /&gt;I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags&lt;br /&gt;Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant acting stupid&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Edna always told me, "Keep making that face it'll get stuck like that"&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'm just standing there holding my tongue tryna talk like "thissss"&lt;br /&gt;Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at eight years old&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson then, cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more&lt;br /&gt;But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description&lt;br /&gt;Cause where you see it, from where you're sitting, it's probably a hundred and ten percent different&lt;br /&gt;I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes at least&lt;br /&gt;What size you wear? I wear tens, let's see if you could fit your feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to&lt;br /&gt;Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their private world, where they can be alone (Soooo)&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? (Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you (Soooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to my babies, stay strong. Dad will be home soon. And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes, to fit you, so put 'em on and wear em. Be yourself, man. Be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-6454810954012463879?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/6454810954012463879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6454810954012463879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6454810954012463879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-me.html' title='To be me'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2368044897874069219</id><published>2009-09-10T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:42:44.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians</title><content type='html'>I know..i know..this is my second post in a day, but this is too good to not post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHY ARE INDIANS SO EASY TO IDENTIFY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everything you eat is savored in garlic, onion and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.. You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and of course aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. You are always standing next to the two largest size suitcases at the Airport.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think it's normal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal Service missed to stamp.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. You recycle Wedding Gifts, Birthday Gifts and Anniversary Gifts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. You name your children in rhythms (example, Sita &amp; Gita, Ram &amp; Shyam, Kamini &amp; Shamini..)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. All your children have pet names, which sound nowhere, close to their real names.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. You take Indian snacks anywhere it says 'No Food Allowed.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. You load up the family car with as many people as possible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. HIGH PRIORITY ***** You use plastic to cover anything new in your house, whether it's the remote control, VCR, carpet or new couch. ***** &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Your parents tell you not to care what your friends think, but they won't let you do certain things because of what the other 'Uncles and Aunties' will think.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. You buy and display crockery, which is never used, as it is for special occasions, which never happen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16.. You use grocery bags to hold garbage. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many numbers of bowls as possible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Your kitchen shelf is full of jars, varieties of bowls and plastic utensils (got free with purchase of other stuff)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. You fight over who pays the dinner bill. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. You live with your parents and you are 40 years old. (And they prefer it that way).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. You don't use measuring cups when cooking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. You never learnt how to stand in a queue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at least to see you off or receive you whether you are traveling by bus, train or plane.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. If she is NOT your daughter, you always take interest in knowing whose daughter has run with whose son and feel proud to spread it at the velocity of more than the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. You only make long distance calls after 11p.m.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. You call an older person you never met before Uncle or Aunty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few minutes, you discover you're talking to a distant cousin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. Your parents don't realize phone connections to foreign  countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs when making foreign calls.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep them from getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. Its embarrassing if you're wedding has less than 600 people. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. All your Tupperware is stained with food color.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. You have drinking glasses made of steel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. You have mastered the art of bargaining in shopping. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. You have really enjoyed reading this mail - forward it to as many Indians as possible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE TO BE AN INDIAN=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2368044897874069219?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2368044897874069219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/indians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2368044897874069219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2368044897874069219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/indians.html' title='Indians'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3713759479336630647</id><published>2009-09-10T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:43:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charger</title><content type='html'>I'm online in school!&lt;br /&gt;weird actually coz i haven't done it before. let me tell you why, you see, my lappie charger is dead and gone. There's some exposed piecess of wire at the end of it and sparks keep coming out whenever i switch it on. Scary ryte?&lt;br /&gt;I almost thought i was gonna set the house on fire...so i'd better not use it. so no charger, no laptop, cannot go online. Now i have to get a new one :(&lt;br /&gt;So this morning when i came to school, Arif was talking to me bout something online and i told what happen and he was like, owh, u can use mine in school =)&lt;br /&gt;And since i have nothing to do, i mean, there are only like 3 people in my class?&lt;br /&gt;Rashwin has his physics paper to sit for and Jiv is engrossed with his new book, and both Moi and Anila forgot to bring me a storybook!&lt;br /&gt;So here i am now, trying to fill in my canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, trials is officially over:) and i'm trying to convince my mum to make a trip to KL this weekend-for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about trials-i regret not putting in any effort. I regret now giving myself a chance to push myself. I was quite depressed about it for the whole week of trials, so i had a talk with my brother yesterday.We talked for long and he made me realise so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key sentence&gt;I have the choice to make the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog post seems vague, but wth ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Happy Birthday Nick!!(8/9)&lt;br /&gt;The tall, nice, friendly guy with a huge smile and who sings like Archie(U happy nick?)&lt;br /&gt;For the one who never fails to chat with me on msn, For the one who sends me songs and for sharing the same interest really!&lt;br /&gt;All the best Nicky and God bless u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3713759479336630647?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3713759479336630647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/charger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3713759479336630647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3713759479336630647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/charger.html' title='Charger'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1862293091271692359</id><published>2009-09-05T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:56:52.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle</title><content type='html'>Its been long since my last serious post..don't get too excited..this post isn't gonna be riveting either:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo..let's talk bout trials..did u guys know that the answers for PA paper one is on facebook..like goshhhhhhh..i'm not checking, i'm pretty sure my objective results isn't gonna be that promising considering the fact that i only read a day before..more like did questions a day before. I hate PA. I really don;t see the point,its redundant. at least to me, never been interedted in politics anyways..So yes, moving on, Bio was like "TAKE A SERRATED KNIFE AND PLUNGE IT INTO MY HEART". I think i made myself quite clear about how i feel bout the paper. I'm counting on paper one to save my ass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm left with Chemistry and Maths T, which i'm hoping to do well for, lets cross our fingers and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite honestly, i don't feel the pressure, and I'm hmmmm, scare that i'm not scared? Is that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in form 5, i used to get freaked out for every damn test, exams..except for english, considering that is my fav subject.(still is k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pro in tht language, but i like it. Hei, it is the lingua franca ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of english, I have grown a liking for reading the dictionary for fun. You should do it too. Atleast i know i'm not the only one, this friend of mine in school taught me a new word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Word: Nosegay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Meaning:A Bunch of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Example: i received a nosegay of flowers from my parents on my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, u learnt someting new today, unless u knew it ofcourse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides studying, i have been totally hooked to this story Anila gave me on the computer entitled Fishbones. To make things short, its bout the friendship bout a jewish kid and an Italian kid who comes from a family of Italian mobsters. I can't believed it has been saved in my lap top for so long, and i just started reading it like 2 days ago. its just so real and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have came to a realisation that i like random things. Sometimes its so contradicting,but too lazy to explain:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, nothing much happened so far, except that one of our kawans turned 18 last wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated bday jiv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dude celebrated his bday twice this year and both suprises, lucky brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, if ur reading this Jiv, all the best and God Bless u..(U'd better me tearing now :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377903807201719186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SqInBPB6s5I/AAAAAAAAARo/PqzpKe78ccU/s320/6440_141806827336_546697336_2987285_6785173_n.jpg" /&gt;See this cake, look pretty good eh..lets just say it was Jiv's "Birthday Cake"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, smashing cake in ones face never fails to amuse me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, I'm back to studying, good luck everyone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1862293091271692359?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/1862293091271692359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/idle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1862293091271692359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1862293091271692359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/idle.html' title='Idle'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SqInBPB6s5I/AAAAAAAAARo/PqzpKe78ccU/s72-c/6440_141806827336_546697336_2987285_6785173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3276733183682579766</id><published>2009-08-25T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:22:37.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM timetable..</title><content type='html'>Right, so its officially out...the STPM timetable..my first paper will be on the 19th of November and last paper's on 9th of Dicember..lets just hope and pray that everything goes excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3276733183682579766?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3276733183682579766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/stpm-timetable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3276733183682579766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3276733183682579766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/stpm-timetable.html' title='STPM timetable..'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3810981606270662846</id><published>2009-08-22T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:41:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when boredom lurks..</title><content type='html'>1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;i care too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Built to last-Melee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;not exactly..tho i like many:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name someone/persons with the same birthday as you:&lt;br /&gt;Shah Rukh Khan-i shit u not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;yesh..several times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..they have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Jerry counts?..rarely la..but its good for the soul..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any other languages than English&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-Malay, Malayalam, Tamil, Bit of Hindi,Bit of chinese, one or two words of Punjabi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close passed away?&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you ?&lt;br /&gt;Dishonesty from the people u trust..yes..that annoys me a hell lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;Shob,shobie,lobie,shobunny,banana,smooshy,so many laaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location: &lt;br /&gt;hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color: &lt;br /&gt;dark brown/black..i'm confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along with your parent(s): ye&lt;br /&gt;ok la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are your parents married/separated/divorced?: &lt;br /&gt;Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt; chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;well..i haven't actually experienced all four seasons to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner: &lt;br /&gt;sunsilk.. PINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Thing: &lt;br /&gt;so many..i wouldn't know where to begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower? &lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;once in awhile, when i get too bored stying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back?&lt;br /&gt; yes..i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits? &lt;br /&gt; being lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues? &lt;br /&gt;all the time..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Sprained body parts:&lt;br /&gt;my neck:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had physical therapy?: &lt;br /&gt;nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten stitches? : &lt;br /&gt;nahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. taken painkillers:&lt;br /&gt;yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling: &lt;br /&gt;no..most likely wont..i have whale phobia:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sworn in front of your parents? :&lt;br /&gt;do my best not to and still doing a good job:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Had detention? :&lt;br /&gt;nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;1. Three people who texted you: phones up..so i duno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you called: my borther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you hugged: mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you tackled?: none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you talked to on MSN?: cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thing you touched? :&lt;br /&gt;lap top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you ate? : &lt;br /&gt;chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you drank: &lt;br /&gt;H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you said: &lt;br /&gt;what are you watching ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Friend you saw ytd(12am-12am): &lt;br /&gt;erm..all of school friends except those who were absent..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3810981606270662846?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3810981606270662846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-boredom-lurks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3810981606270662846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3810981606270662846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-boredom-lurks.html' title='when boredom lurks..'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-6421333129581700171</id><published>2009-08-18T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:50:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SopNlz0CicI/AAAAAAAAARQ/htK607BDuPk/s1600-h/6290_1188327118347_1533404339_30530882_5222012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371190817551714754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SopNlz0CicI/AAAAAAAAARQ/htK607BDuPk/s320/6290_1188327118347_1533404339_30530882_5222012_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm typing here, Vanitha will be in Bandung, getting ready to start a whole new journey, pursuing her dreams.I'm so proud of you honey, for never giving up, for always working so hard towars your goals. Honestly, I'm lost for words. Probably because i know they aren't any words good enough to describe her or how special she has been in my life and to the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We've known each other since Std 5 but never got the opportunity to become close until we were 14 years old. Let's just say at 11, we were both silly and immature in our ways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We have gone through so much together, I don't even know where to begin. All those good times and bad times, all those tears we shed together, all those heartbreaks- you were there, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All those pictures we took together to capture the moments will always be safe with me as a memory and a reminder of how special you are to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All those crazy things we did, will remain a secret with me so that we can laugh about it whenver we see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All those stupid guys who made us cry will serve us as a reminder that should that happen again, we will have each other to talk to over a bottle of coke and a bucket of ice cream and not forgetting, a whole lotta tissue where we get to tell each other that there is someone special out there, waiting.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All those people who gave us a hard time will remind us how strong we have been facing all those shit and how we came out of that feeling stronger than ever, knowing that we have each other as best friends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All those sleepover we had, trying to stay awake througout the night but eventually falling asleep, will never fail to make me laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;All those promises we made to each other will remind of us of the trust we have in each other because to make a real, genuine promise, it takes a lot of trust, which i have so much in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All those late night calls, where we spilled our hearts contents, yaking for hours, will always be fresh in both our memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And all those hours we spent chatting over msn when we were out of credit, no matter how meaningless it seemed then, seems so meaningful now, knowing that we both won't be having time like that anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And all those arguements we had, showed how much we cared for each other that we were brave enough to be angry with each other , because it is difficult being angry with the ones who love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And I want you to have a great time in Indonesia, Study hard but please, have fun..have a great time there while becoming a doctor.Forget about all those shitty stuff that happened here, remember the good times, remember, its a new beginning, a new road, a new journey..Go out, meet new people,fall in love, make new friends and Just be happy, coz, thats wht we all want, for you to be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye my friend, We love you so much..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371191367933451154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SopOF2JRW5I/AAAAAAAAARg/P5YtwWnLCT0/s320/P8080644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371190984835211170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SopNvi_iH6I/AAAAAAAAARY/OLthZhF9wWg/s320/6290_1188327878366_1533404339_30530901_5853509_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-6421333129581700171?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/6421333129581700171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6421333129581700171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6421333129581700171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye My friend..'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SopNlz0CicI/AAAAAAAAARQ/htK607BDuPk/s72-c/6290_1188327118347_1533404339_30530882_5222012_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7024920829426355112</id><published>2009-08-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:14:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my friends to death!</title><content type='html'>Friendship Quotes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all my friends were to jump off a bridge I wouldn't jump with them I'd be at the bottom to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough you'll find out who your real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to make friends but while your at it be sure to keep the old ones... their the ones who will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends are not always going to be there for you... your friends will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the friends you can call at 4 a.m. that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know you've found your best friend? When you are ready to talk to them about anything, even though they know everything about you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch with, never say a word, and walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are the people who are there for you unconditionally. They are the people who never question you and support you no matter what the circumstances are. They are the people worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels... the kind that Heaven sends, I am with them everyday, I call them my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you... I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels ask what I loved most about life, I'll say you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can't see yourself without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever: now and until the end, you are, and always will be, my best friend. You're there through the tears, the pain, and joys, the good, the bad, and everything in-between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend would bail you out of jail, but your best friend would be the one sitting next to you saying "damn that was awesome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is somebody you want to be around when you feel like being by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the times I never said the things I should have, I thank you for all the times you understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean that you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a guy can be just friends, but at one point or another they will fall for each other... maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are Gods way of apologizing to us for our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who smiles when you smile, laughs when you laugh, but holds your hand when you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seems like there's no one left to run to in this empty world you can come to me I'll be your shooting star. You can tell me your dreams I can't promise to make them come true, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, someone says something really small and it just fits right into this empty place in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us represents a star in Heaven. Sometimes we shine with the rest, sometimes we twinkle alone and sometimes, when we least expect it, we make someone else's dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not drag you along. I will not leave you alone... I will stand by you and have my hand there for you to hold when you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make the world special just be being in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone that knows everything about you and loves you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like the stars on cloudy nights, you can't always see them but they're always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew looking back at the tears would make me laugh, but I never thought that looking back at the laughs would make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the pictures they never change only the people in them do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not remember days, we remember moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends can always tell when you're with Mr. Wrong and will still love you when you don't listen until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is one who can see the truth and pain in you when you're fooling everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you girls think you're tough... well all your shit ain't that rough. You think you know the deal... but it's me and my girls who keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are the ones who are there to help you get revenge on the guy who just broke your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends... I would lie for, cry for, take a bullet and straight up die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess with my friends, you mess with me. Hurt them and then you'll see. I'll make you're life hell because I'd give my life for them, and take yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends share all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't owe each other anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is one... who takes me for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never explain: your friends don't require it, and your enemies won't believe you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't let friends dress like hoochies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think it is a problem when they start to love their best friend, but your lover should be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am sitting in a room full of people that I love, and you know what, they just don't care that I love them. They don't care whether or not I live or die. To them I'm just another girl, just another stranger. To me, they are my best friends, the only people I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trouble makers" always make the most loyal friends. They have nothing to hold on to but their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many laughs through the years, and a few stories I hope no one hears, I'll always be by your side, best friends forever till the day we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends get mad if you wake them up when you call, a best friend asks what took you so long to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who really care won't hurt you, but if they do, you'll see it in their eyes, for they'll be hurting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk it, we live it, you start it, we end it. Your fuckin' right we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you care about, you never really say goodbye too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all has been said and done, it's been real, and it's been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know someone's your friend when you have a big smile on your face and they still know something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm telling ya.---Scarface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a curious thought, but it's only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two past lovers remain friends they either are still in love or never were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we always return to the people that where there from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt I've been hurt so bad but for some reason when I am with my friends all that seems to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can discover more about a person in a hour of play then in a year of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends. Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people just aren't meant to stay in our lives forever, maybe some people are just passing through. It's like some people just come through our lives to bring us something, a lesson we need to learn, and that's why they are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship starts the moment one person says to another "What? You too? I thought I was the only one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we hide, the tears we've cried - through odds and ends we've been best friends - even though time will pass - our memories will always last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend asks what you're thinking. A best friend is already telling you it's a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are terrified of being alone... and all the while your best friend is knocking outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive... here's to the tears we knew we'd cry here's to the goodbyes... tomorrows gonna come to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your real friends aren't the ones you spend the most time with, but the ones you share the most memories with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how we all met, who liked whom first, or why we all get along. All I can remember is all of us together always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends inspire you to become your best and still love you when you're at your worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship mean taking the time out to help... when you have fifty thousand things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to realize that them people you thought you'd love for life don't love you as much as you thought they did and can do without you as if they never knew you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends pick us up when we fall down, and if they cannot pick us up, they lie down and listen for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 memories, 200 jokes, 300 great times, 400 secrets, 1 reason: best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay cool because you never were, don't stay sweet because you'll always be a bitch, and don't change because it takes too long to find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but sit here and think about all the stupid stuff we have done together. I wouldn't want to be stupid with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my best friend, you know too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your hearts. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs, and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thin in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special times, special places, special friends together. The moments pass so quickly but the memories last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people you can't believe you were friends with, boys you can't believe you kissed, and people you can't believe you lived without... people change but if you're lucky a certain few will change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. This person is one you could forever talk to. They understand you in a way that no one else does or even could. This person is your soul mate, your best friend. Don’t ever let them go, for they’re your guardian angel sent from heaven above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because of the way they know exactly what's going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe someday there will be.---Jeneveve87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad... I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the bastard who made you sad. When you are blue... I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you. When you smile... I'll know you finally got some. When you are scared... I will tease you about it every chance I get. When you are worried... I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and anything else that comes to mind for you to quit whining. When you are confused... I will use little words to explain it to you - dumb ass. When you are sick... stay away from me until you're well again. I don't want what you've got. When you fall... I will try to keep from laughing. This is my oath I pledge till the end. Why you ask? Because you are me best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could roll back the clocks to when things were the same... then we were all just a bunch of crazy teenagers looking for a wild time. But now, thing aren't the same. Each of us have gone our different ways. We change, people change, things just change, and we aren't those crazy teenagers looking for a wild time anymore. We're teenagers looking for a person to love and a person to hug when we're in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that stupid fun, all the shit we've done. Where'd the good times go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny, and a time to pick up the pieces when it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends find the beautiful things in us an one else looks hard enough to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me that love can suck. That feelings can change, passion will fade, partners will come and go, but through it all, one thing remands sacred: Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends give you the worst news with the best of intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody will be your friend when you're doing the right things. Your true best friends will stick with you support you even when you're doing the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes friends go through hell, the best thing you can do is take a seat and go through it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember times I had. Some were happy, some were sad. Memories, me and my partners in crime. Throwing up a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say 'never kiss a friend because that friend will forever be lost' but what if the only person you are looking for is that friend you've never kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years pass and we grow apart, I want you to know that you guys are in my heart. You helped me through problems, through things good and bad. You helped me keep smiling when I was sad. You helped me with guys. You made me stay strong. How will I live, when you guys are gone? And where the years take us, no place is too far. We will think of each other wherever we are. You're wonderful people with good hearts to lend, and I want you to know that you'll always be my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends say they like your personality, others say your character, a lot say they like your style, but me? I like you just the way you are, no ifs, ands, or buts, just simply you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between best friends in an understanding. You don't always have to be together, you just know you always can be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends get drunk with you. Best friends hold your hair back when you've had a bit too much to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies in a fight. But my friends, my goddamned friends, they're the ones who keep me walking the floor at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments may have ended but the memories last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on, an ear to bend. Money to borrow, and clothes to lend. Friday night hangouts, afternoon walks. Midnight phone calls and private talks. Memories together that will never end, always and forever, you are my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be lovers tonight, and go back to being best friends tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that guys can make the best of friends... my best friend is a guy, and I can tell him anything and everything... oh except the fact that I'm absolutely crazy about him... that part always seems to stay out of our conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back now summer seemed to last forever and if I had the choice yeah I'd always want to be there those were the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life God doesn't give you the people you want, instead He gives you the people you need. To teach you, to hurt you, to love you, and make you exactly the way you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend helps you up when you fall. A best friend pisses himself laughing, calls you an asshole, helps you up, then trips you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been busy, I had things to do too. We haven't talked for some time, I wonder if everything's fine. I had other stuff on my mind, I'm sure you did too, but I just had to tell you this my friend... hey I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them were lost as long as I was there watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends make the bad times good... and the good times unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be your lover then your friend, but I'd rather be your friend then your nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank you, for showing me a part of myself that I have never seen. Yeah we were young and dumb, but it still was fun and I guess these things just tend to fall apart and I hope you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone our separate ways and I know its for the best, but sometimes I wonder, will I ever have friends like you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so close but I know I'm just a friend to you. A friend by your side teaching you everything you do. A friend who would never leave you for someone new. A friend who won't make you feel blue. Only your friend who just happened to fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to love someone who's in love with someone else, you have to ignore the pain and swallow your pride. Just to be a friend... but that's all worth it because sometimes friendship last longer than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but a precious few you should hold on to. The older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stay with you because you need a friend, but that's all I'm going to be. No more sex, no more hands in places they shouldn't be, no more giving you my heart so you can stamp all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends, they're in my head.---Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hang out with the losers that would sit and smoke a cigarette than the ones who wanted to throw a baseball.---Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend tries to pry info out of you about your love life. A best friend is able to black-mail you with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life everything happens for a reason. People meet not by chance but by fate. In meeting however... who cares about reason? I'm just glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the reason why even at the saddest part of my life, I smile. Why even at my confusion, I understand. Why even at betrayal, I trust. Why even in fear of pain, I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rhythm of life, we sometimes find ourselves out of tune. But as long as there are friends to provide the melody, the music plays on. Thanks for being one of my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends ask why you cry, best friends just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lifted me up when I was down, you made me smile when I forgot how too, you were there for me in my times of need, and you were there when I needed nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I never met you? Perhaps life would suck big time. But hey... snap back to reality! We met. We're friends! And because of that, life's worth living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is just a word but my girls give it a whole different meaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fall, I bring you along, because I need you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we'd grow old friends together. We would hang out and talk and maybe we could bring our grandchildren along, and when they ask us how long we've been friends, we'll smile and say "almost forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is like a teeter-totter we might have a lot of ups and downs, but a least we know that we'll always have each other along for the ride.---Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing as nice as someone who shares your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares, someone who's there through you good times and to catch all your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being the friend who's always believed in me, who's always understood, who's always accepted me, who's always cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to you today for help. I walked up, and without a word, you knew what I needed. A friend, a shoulder to cry on. No words were spoken and I've never felt better in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is no matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes for it to heal, you won't get through it without your friends.---Sex In The City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hope we're still friends when I get married. I hope that I'll invite you to the wedding and you'll come. Then you'll see me as the happiest girl in the world. You'll see me with a guy that treats me right and loves me more than himself. You'll see all that you could've had and you'll regret letting me go. But the thing that I want you to see the most is that I survived without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is a person who is there for you through think and thin. They don't judge you by the clothes you wear, or the size of your house. They love you no matter what. They are a shoulder to cry on, or a partner to laugh with. They stand by you in your times of need, and listen when you are excited. They know every little about you. They stand up for you when others don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a friendship with a fat kid there are no teeter totters, there are only catapults.--- Bryan (my boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious days and crazy nights. Talking about our boys and pillow fights. Through thick and thin and always true. Where would I be without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're upset, call me. I won't guarantee I'll make you laugh but I can cry with you. If you ever feel like you need to run away, call me. I won't guarantee I'll persuade you to stay but I can run with you. But, if one day you call and there's no answer... I might need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, life has a way of rearranging itself. People enter your life, and inevitably, they leave as well. Things have a tendency to happen that can turn your world upside down. You'll come to realize eventually, that even though things are different, you are as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it... we've changed. We all changed. Somewhere between summer ending and school starting, we've gone in our own directions. Hearts were broken, friends diminished, new love started and new people came into our lives. We no longer spend all of our time in our circle of friends, we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. We've changed -- some for the better, some for the worse. Some of us are finding love and others are trying to let go. Even though we've changed, we all know that even though we're all finding our own place in the world, that when we find out love, when we let go of a love, when the tears fall, or the happy smile spreads across our face... we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us and no matter what happens, nothing will ever change so much to the point that we'll never be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my girlies. You're the only ones who I can sit in a room with and do nothing but laugh for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something that happens as you grow up.You realize its less important to have more friends and more important to have real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can grow seperatley without growing apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my best friend and I can do nothing or anything and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends hang tough. They don't come with fragile stickers, and aren't easily scared off... or ticked off. Best friends help you out whenever they can, make time for you even when they don't have any, and trust your friendship enough to say 'no'. Best friends are... cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die, good-times-and-bad-times, borrow-anything, tell-you-everything, trust-you-with-their-deepest-darkest-secrets, always-and-forever-friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the most loving thing we can do when a friend is in pain is to share the pain - to be there even when we have nothing to offer except our presence and even when being there is painful to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your only as strong as the alcohol you drink the tables you dance on and the friends that hold you together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how serious life gets you'll always have those people that you can act completely stupid with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you know your friend is about to make the biggest mistake of her life do you let her... And deal with the consequences... or intervene... For her to hate you f orever. &lt;br /&gt;What if it could save her life... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I learned from all that is that real friends, the truest of friends, are really those who know all about me and like me anyway. They are the people who no matter how long it has been since I have talked to them or seen them, I can call them no matter the time of day and just pick up where we left off. Like no time has ever passed since our last conversation. People like that are the ones that you feel comfortable with, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do it. They're the people who are really there, no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel as though I’m drifting away, that is when I close my eyes and find all my friends are all my enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew we would be friends. We'd have our fights, our ups and downs... but when the big things came along, we could work any thing out. We'd fight over guys... then laugh it off, because we learned it wasn't worth it. We knew that our friendship would make it through anything. It feels like we've been friends forever, even though its only been a short time. But no matter what, you've always been there when I needed you the most, and I love you to death for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is a person who is there for you through thick and thin. They don't judge you by the clothes you wear, or the size of your house. They love you no matter what. They are a shoulder to cry on, or a partner to laugh with. They stand by you in your times of need, and listen when you are excited. They know every little thing about you. They stand up for you when others don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't count the number of friends I have, but the number of friends I can count on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she wasn't the friend you made her out to be. There are going to be tough times that you wish she was there to make everything feel alright. But the fact is, she's no longer your friend and it's not your fault. No matter how much you make yourself feel that's its all because of you, it wasn't. She wasn't the person you thought she was and you have to think, she could have hurt you a lot worse, But she didn't. She only made you a much stronger person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see who your true friends are? Fuck up and see who stays by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7024920829426355112?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7024920829426355112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-my-friends-to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7024920829426355112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7024920829426355112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-my-friends-to-death.html' title='i love my friends to death!'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-9063068228368938960</id><published>2009-08-05T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:33:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:):):)</title><content type='html'>some super funny quotes i got online..enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran in to my ex the other day put it in reverse, and hit him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to get in trouble for hitting someone, might as will hit them hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are Gods way of apologizing to us for our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we know we shouldn't and that's exactly why we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to be pissed off then pissed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always forgive you enemies. Nothing annoys them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never put of till tomorrow what you can avoid doing entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angel! Honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo up straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the people are parents warned us about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ones a virgin life screws us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are like slinkees good for nothing but its funny when they fall down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life hands you lemons, throw them at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps telling me the right guy will come around, but I think mine got hit by a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique is an understatement, I'm just messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad I stopped raising hell and he called me a quitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you aren't paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you! ~It's worse when you think they are out to get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suffer from insanity I am enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother told me not to talk to strangers I don't talk to myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any guys out there who are just NORMAL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I am probably home. Im just avoiding someone I don't like. Leave me a message, and if I don't call you back, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't let friends dress like hoochies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehab is for quitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nothing is as easy as it looks. 2. Everything takes longer then you think. 3. If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes a bitch, and then you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes a bitch and then you marry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because you've all finally drove me insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid, you tried your best, and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud mother of a delinquent child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life hands you lemons, bust out the tequilla and salt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile it scares people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing poker the other night with Tarot cards. I got a full house and 4 people dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If payback is a bitch and revenge is sweet then I'm the sweetest bitch you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are what you eat, you're fast, cheap, and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always smile it makes people wonder what you're up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling because they haven't found the body yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in my own little world, but it's okay, they all know me there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different I'd rather be completely fucking mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we insane yet? Are we insane yet? How many times do I have to tell you YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the world I wanna get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is God's way of saying you're fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can't fire me, I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry can't talk now. Busy licking the thick white stuff off the top of a long hard thing! WHAT?! You pervert!! Im eating Vanilla ice cream off a cone! GEEEZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissing off the system, one cop at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this world is another planets hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not crazy Im a teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying doesn't help anything, try your luck with violent mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile tomorrow will be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dark and mysterious and pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you don't care, doesn't mean I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm right, no one remembers, when I'm wrong, no one forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm accidentally hitting a guy in a crosswalk sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were are you going? "Slowly insane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lay awake at night and wonder 'Just where did I go wrong?' That a voice comes to me and says, 'this is going to take more then one night'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the freak that you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has it's limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is not the problem, the problem is your attitude about the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I can kill, doesn't mean I can't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be weird whenever you have the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are involved in an accident and someone ask's "are you alright?" say back "Yes fine thanks, I'll just pick up my limps and be off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I'm crazy, but actually I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil is just live spelt backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough being a teenager. Half the adults are telling you to find yourself and the other half are telling you to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think of me... it couldn't be half as bad as what I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance to my own band, it doesn't matter if they're a little out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really grow up. We just learn how to act in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is fun. Did you ever run over a guy? And then you panic? So you back up and run over him again? You ever notice the second crunch is not as loud as the first? I think it's because the guy already has tread marks on him. But there he is, lying right in front of your car. Might as well run over him again. What're you gonna do this time, drive around him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think highways should have a beer lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if I was voted most likely to kill everyone at a high school dance.--- Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends, they're in my head.---Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be schizophrenic, but we're OK now?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIET! I can't hear you &amp; all the voices in my head at the same time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only good girls go to heaven... I wasn't invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please save me from your followers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all quite mad here. Ha... ha ha ha ha ha! You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is for people who lack imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have issues; I have happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality has exiled me; I am no longer bound by it's laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a friendship with a fat kid there are no teeter totters, there are only catapults.--- Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States is putting together a Constitution now for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours? It's served us well for 200 years, and we don't appear to be using it anymore, so what the hell. - Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Not Smoking. Cigarette smoke is the residue of your pleasure. It contaminates the air, pollutes my hair and clothes, not to mention my lungs. This takes place without my consent. I have a pleasure, also. I like a beer now and then. The residue of my pleasure is urine. Would you be annoyed if I stood on a chair and pissed on your head and your clothes without your consent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.' Need I say more? --- Chris Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife just slipped. Sixty-seven times. - Daria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hormones don't rage. Oh sure, they get mad sometimes, but then they just stop speaking to each other. - Daria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke pot? But I sometimes hang around people who do. They always have great snack ideas, and if you are low on cash, it is a good group to hang out with for a free meal. If all of your friends are stoned, just start talking about cheese pizza, or graham crackers with peanut butter. You'll be well on your way to snack heaven in no time at all! Don't forget, they all love dessert as well! - Jaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't commit a crime what I did was fail to comply with the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my parents, I'm a potential serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very fine line between 'hobby' and ‘mental illness'. ---Dave Barry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no fucking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating student as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you've got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash. ---Jerry Seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers have the best candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 types of pedestrians, the quick and the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low riders are for little boys who can't get it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-9063068228368938960?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/9063068228368938960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/9063068228368938960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/9063068228368938960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':):):)'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-261459019037145458</id><published>2009-07-26T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:03:32.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN! .. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone.. The caller will hear it in your voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY- ONE.. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-261459019037145458?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/261459019037145458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/261459019037145458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/261459019037145458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2580639350374355853</id><published>2009-07-25T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:17:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had the orientation for the probationary prefects today..had a fantastic time..and it hit me that the next few months will be my last few months as a prefect..the memories:)..i soooo love the Board..i met my greatest friends there!&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo, i got a haircut!! its not extremely short, let's just say it hasn't been this short since form 5..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2580639350374355853?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2580639350374355853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-orientation-for-probationary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2580639350374355853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2580639350374355853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-orientation-for-probationary.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7517205294881321103</id><published>2009-07-21T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:10:13.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hulo!</title><content type='html'>hulo!&lt;br /&gt;So yes..it was a very interesting day yesterday, it was a scary but definetely an awakening experience for me..and wow! STPM is around in 3 months!!wooooo..fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i have removed my chatbox for specific reasons..i have nothing much to say actually, and to that person who wrote some "stuff" at my chatbox, i'm not angry, nor am i gonna curse you, just remember that what goes around comes around..i rest my case..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7517205294881321103?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7517205294881321103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/hulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7517205294881321103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7517205294881321103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/hulo.html' title='hulo!'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-1642765299256888503</id><published>2009-07-12T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:45:27.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days makes me go la..la..la..</title><content type='html'>This post was suppose to be for saturday..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that it's nice to be quite..to have your alone time/ me time, whatever you like to call it.It's peaceful..I come to realise a lot of things when i'm quite. Some makes sense, some just never will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have mentioned in the previous post, this week has been an emotionally draining week..lot's of things goin on, lots of things i wish i knew the answer to, an overdose of completely irrational thoughts, the need to feel all miserable..i tend to do that..i tend to let my emotions control me..a few of my closest buddies told me that-"don't let ur emotions control u shob..it's not gonna do you any good"-sometimes i just have to take my time to understand that it wont do any good..its not like im gonna do anything stupid-i'm too much of a chicken and i don't see the point-its stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans, we are selfish..i'm not lying..even one of the adults i'm close to say that..i'm not talking about being materialistically selfish..i'm talking about deeper issues..i hope i'm making sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super super super love rainy days..just love em!love em!love em!..rainy days makes me go lalalala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it definetely brighten my day yesterday..there's just something in rainy days which make me feel so so happy..like nothing can ever bring me down..like there's hope u know..that things will get better..like things are not so bad..like nothing's wrong..at just for that few hours, i forget all the things that was bugging me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well..i sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can expect more rainy days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i know no matter how bad things may seem, there's always happiness,wether to create ot or search it is entirely my choice, and there's a gleam of shining ray of hope..that i my loved ones who will always be there for me, no matter what..and i just have to keep believing in myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-1642765299256888503?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/1642765299256888503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-days-makes-me-go-lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1642765299256888503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/1642765299256888503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-days-makes-me-go-lalala.html' title='rainy days makes me go la..la..la..'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2763206666246144832</id><published>2009-07-07T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:00:13.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aneuploidy/Mendel's Hypothesis/Antidepressants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hello..its been long since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; updated..I have my reasons..&lt;br /&gt;its been an emotionally tiring few days for me..so much of things goin on which I know are not important in the long run but well..i can't seem to not "think" about.&lt;br /&gt;i space out when things like this happen..i don't wanna go into details, but the way my friends worry about me..well..worries me..&lt;br /&gt;its takes me some time to realise that somethings are just not worth thinking about, especially not now with exams in like 4 months..very the ma fan..&lt;br /&gt;you know that feeling, when everything seem to be out of control..and all you want is to be sad and miserable and @#$%..u get the picture la..&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling slightly better after spending lunch time with Jiv and Fitri..&lt;br /&gt;its just that..i suppose..everyone goes through this emoing phase..where ur just not at the peak of ur energy..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..so..im sorry if i've been a bitch for this past two days..dont mean it..&lt;br /&gt;and yes..regarding my blog title..&lt;br /&gt;i have been studying genetics..so aneuploidy is a form of genetic mutation, mendel's hypothesis..well.. Gregor Mendel is one of the reasons were studying genetics at the first place..basically he was a monk..so what happen was he was so very free that he planted pea(no joke) and then became interested in producing hybrid peas and well..the rest is history....so u get the idea eh? and yes, antidepressant is something i need at the moment..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2763206666246144832?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2763206666246144832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/aneuploidymendels-hypothesisantidepress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2763206666246144832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2763206666246144832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/aneuploidymendels-hypothesisantidepress.html' title='Aneuploidy/Mendel&apos;s Hypothesis/Antidepressants'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3365500167573502819</id><published>2009-07-03T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:45:04.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad kid..haha</title><content type='html'>this post is soo random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have. . . (point for each one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smoked.&lt;br /&gt;2. consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;5. kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;6. had sex.&lt;br /&gt;7. had someone in your room other than family.&lt;br /&gt;8. watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;9. bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;10. tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taken painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;2. taken someone else's prescription medicine.&lt;br /&gt;3. lied to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;4. lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. snuck out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;6. done something illegal.&lt;br /&gt;7. felt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;8. hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. wished someone to die.&lt;br /&gt;10. seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. missed curfew.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. been to a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;7. received a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;5. been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;6. dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;8. been in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;9. been to a club.&lt;br /&gt;10. been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a Mardi Gras parade.&lt;br /&gt;3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.&lt;br /&gt;4. had a spring break in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;5. sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;6. wore black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;7. wore arm bands.&lt;br /&gt;8. wore t-shirts with band names.&lt;br /&gt;9. listened to rap.&lt;br /&gt;10. owned a 50 Cent CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;2. dressed girly.&lt;br /&gt;3. dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;4. dressed grunge.&lt;br /&gt;5. stole something.&lt;br /&gt;6. been too drunk to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;7. blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;8. fainted.&lt;br /&gt;9. had a crush on a neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a crush on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;3. dry-humped someone.&lt;br /&gt;4. been called a slut.&lt;br /&gt;5. called someone a slut.&lt;br /&gt;6. installed speakers in your car.&lt;br /&gt;7. broken a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;8. showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;9. brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.&lt;br /&gt;2. seen an R-rated movie in theater.&lt;br /&gt;3. cruised the mall.&lt;br /&gt;4. skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;5. had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;6. had an injury.&lt;br /&gt;7. gone to court.&lt;br /&gt;8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.&lt;br /&gt;9. caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;10. lied about your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. owned/rented an apartment/house.&lt;br /&gt;2. broke the law in the police's presence.&lt;br /&gt;3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;4. got in trouble with the police.&lt;br /&gt;5. talked to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;6. hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;7. kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;8. rode in the car with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;9. been harassed.&lt;br /&gt;10.been verbally harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. met face-to-face with someone you met online.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. watched TV for 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;5. been to a fair.&lt;br /&gt;6. been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;7. drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;8. prank-called someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;10. cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Have Less Than 10.. write [im a Goody Goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 10.. write [im still a goody goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more Than 20..write [im average]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 30..write [im a bad kid]&lt;br /&gt;If You have more than 40..write [im a very bad influence]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 50..write [im a horrible person]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 60..write [i should be in jail]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 70..Write [i should be dead]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3365500167573502819?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3365500167573502819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bad-kidhaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Helloooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, MHS had its carnival thingy which included Cultural night on Saturday.Cultural night where each uniform body has to perform la..The scouts were first with their sketch and Rangers came in 2nd with their dance performance..pictures and videos attached:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Skg66PNKzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kZbUVmaid70/s1600-h/Photo061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352592929318423634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Skg66PNKzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kZbUVmaid70/s320/Photo061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Skg421cn9cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DaubAzxxFfE/s1600-h/Photo049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9cad32b4e5152646&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7794024099131883141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/helloooooooooooooooooo-so-yeah-mhs-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7794024099131883141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7794024099131883141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/helloooooooooooooooooo-so-yeah-mhs-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Skg66PNKzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kZbUVmaid70/s72-c/Photo061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-8864159184275304599</id><published>2009-06-26T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:18:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im in utter shock and disbelieve that the 'King of Pop' has died. This morning, when I was having my breakfast, my parents were watching CNN and it was then I knew. I cant seem to comprehend the fact that he is gone. I'm sure i'm not the only one feeling this way. My mum was telling me about the first time she heard jackson singing and saying how his siblings paled in comparison to his magnificient vocals. I will be blogging about the legend again, a proper one. i just cant seem to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;Haihz..this whole week has been very..errmm..sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;It was long and just so so tiring with constant reminders from my mum that trials is in like 2 months. i appreciate her concern, but i hate constant reminders especially when its told in a rather frightening tone. Guess i better not complain. Also, i addition to my already fragile state, im feeling very inhuman(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blame the twilight series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)..not in the inhuman, inhuman way. In the, i cant seem to feel anything inhuman way..make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now honestly, i dont care. im feeling so confused and there are alot of things on my mind but i cant seem to put them to words. I always talk if i feel this way. this time, i don't feel like it. everyone seem busy and i seriously dont wanna dampen anyones mood. Its complicated or im making it complicated. i think I'm leaning towards the latter. I tend to do that. When i'm faced with a predicament, i will think about it continuously to a point it drives me crazy. and then i cry. But now i just dont or rather i Just cant cry. Im not controlling or anything, i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;Wether its good or bad, it remains a question. I think im just tired. Well, atleast i look forward to school 2mr. being with friends make me feel better. Hopefully the cultural night will not be a dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-8864159184275304599?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/8864159184275304599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-utter-shock-and-disbelieve-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8864159184275304599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8864159184275304599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-utter-shock-and-disbelieve-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7147508297944467753</id><published>2009-06-21T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:23:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He called it..Dad</title><content type='html'>God took the strength of a mountain, &lt;br /&gt;The majesty of a tree,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a summer sun, &lt;br /&gt;The calm of a quiet sea,&lt;br /&gt;The generous soul of nature, &lt;br /&gt;The comforting arm of night,&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of the ages, &lt;br /&gt;The power of the eagle's flight,&lt;br /&gt;The joy of a morning in spring, &lt;br /&gt;The faith of a mustard seed,&lt;br /&gt;The patience of eternity, &lt;br /&gt;The depth of a family need,&lt;br /&gt;Then God combined these qualities,&lt;br /&gt;When there was nothing more to add,&lt;br /&gt;He knew His masterpiece was complete,&lt;br /&gt;And so, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called it ... Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Pa, We kids love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7147508297944467753?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7147508297944467753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-called-itdad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7147508297944467753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7147508297944467753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-called-itdad.html' title='He called it..Dad'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-8972266125635213881</id><published>2009-06-14T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:13:16.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagrams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Goodbye holidays, hello School, and a whole lot of anagrams!</title><content type='html'>There goes my sweet sweet holidays..i'm gonna miss waking up late and going online for excessive hours:(&lt;br /&gt;So this end of holidays marks another 5 more months to STPM..i dont think i will be going online that often anymore, so very little updates on me blog i suppose..bleh..i'm scared shitless thinking bout getting back papers but what is done is done i suppose..Lets leave that aside(nanti i Emo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the cleverest E-mails I've received in a while. &lt;br /&gt;Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;(Wait till you see the last one)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORMITORY:  &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:  &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:  &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;MOON STARER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION: When you rearrange the letters:  &lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES:  ! &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:  &lt;br /&gt;THEY SEE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:  &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:  &lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:   &lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY:  &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;IS NO AMITY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:  &lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:  &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Someone with waaaaaaaaaaay &lt;br /&gt;too much time on their hands! (Probably a son-in-law or a daughter-in-law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-8972266125635213881?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/8972266125635213881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-holidays-hello-school-and-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8972266125635213881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8972266125635213881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-holidays-hello-school-and-whole.html' title='Goodbye holidays, hello School, and a whole lot of anagrams!'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-5508102372975853441</id><published>2009-06-12T14:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:29:52.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancies'/><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>I finally got the chance to watch Juno yesterday(thanks to Seo) and I must admit that I enjoyed every bit of it. For starters, it isn't like any other teen pregnancy movie,where the teen gets banged(this is the part they conveniently forget to wear a condom), gets preggie, the baby's father dumps the girl, the girl's parents dumps her out of the house and she finds a new love along the way and gives birth to the kid, wanting to bring it up all by herself. No, none of that bullshit. I'm not condemning that kinda movies, it just seem very illogical to me. so yea, Juno is different. For those of you who haven't watched it, do yourself a favour and get the dvd or download it. Besides that, I love the songs being played in the movie.Listen to the lyrics as you watch the movie:) Nuff said, i shall insert the plot here in my blog extracted from a little online magic known as wikipedia:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH4Jk3AHFI/AAAAAAAAANg/XILhzrJeAsE/s1600-h/200px-Junoposter2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH4Jk3AHFI/AAAAAAAAANg/XILhzrJeAsE/s320/200px-Junoposter2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346327076062370898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot:&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen-year-old Minnesotan high-schooler Juno MacGuff (Ellen Page) discovers she is pregnant with a child fathered by her friend and longtime admirer, Paulie Bleeker (Michael Cera). While at first she intends to have an abortion, she changes her mind and decides to make a plan for the child's adoption. With the help of her friend Leah (Olivia Thirlby), Juno searches the ads in the Pennysaver and finds a couple she feels will provide a suitable home. Along with her father, Mac (J. K. Simmons), Juno meets the couple, Mark and Vanessa Loring (Jason Bateman and Jennifer Garner), in their expensive home and expresses a desire for a closed adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH5etDzFlI/AAAAAAAAANo/uEDWchzfj9w/s1600-h/2147558397_7a57766b30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH5etDzFlI/AAAAAAAAANo/uEDWchzfj9w/s320/2147558397_7a57766b30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328538552407634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is extremely anxious around Juno and their initial interactions are uneasy. However, Juno and Leah happen to see Vanessa in a shopping mall being completely at ease with a child, and Juno encourages Vanessa to talk to her baby in the womb, where it obligingly kicks for her. On the other hand, Juno more easily forms a friendship with Mark, with whom she shares tastes in punk rock and horror films. Mark, who has set aside his rock band youth (now confined to memorabilia displayed in the one room of the house allowed him by Vanessa), works at home composing commercial jingles. Juno hangs out with Mark a few times, ignoring a warning from her stepmother Bren (Allison Janney) that she should not spend time alone with a married man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH6NghMgSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Rm3DnakOJQ0/s1600-h/juno-001-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH6NghMgSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Rm3DnakOJQ0/s320/juno-001-500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346329342639898914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pregnancy progresses, Juno struggles with the emotions she feels for her baby's father, Paulie, who is clearly—although passively—in love with Juno. Juno maintains an outwardly indifferent attitude toward Paulie, but when she learns he has asked another girl to the prom, she is hurt and angrily confronts him. Paulie reminds Juno that it is at her request they remain distant and tells her that she broke his heart. He also suggests that she has feelings for him she is unable to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long before her baby is due, Juno is again visiting with Mark when their interaction becomes strongly emotional. Mark then tells her that he will be leaving Vanessa. Vanessa arrives home, and, to her shock, Mark tells her he does not feel ready to be a father and that there are still things he wants to do first—dreams Vanessa does not share. Juno watches the Loring marriage fall apart, then drives away and cries by the side of the road before coming to a decision. Returning to the Lorings' home, she leaves a note and disappears before they answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a heartfelt discussion with Mac, Juno accepts that she loves Paulie. Juno then tells Paulie that she loves him, and Paulie's actions make it clear that her feelings are reciprocated. At his track meet, when Paulie notices Juno is not in the stands and realizes she must be in labor, he rushes to the hospital to be with her (she had not told him because she did not want him to miss the meet). He arrives to find Juno has given birth to their son, and comforts Juno as she cries. Vanessa comes to the hospital where she joyfully claims the newborn boy as a single adoptive mother. On the wall in the baby's new nursery, Vanessa has framed Juno's note—addressed only to her—which reads "Vanessa: If you're still in, I'm still in. —Juno." The film ends in the summertime with Juno and Paulie playing guitar and singing together, followed by a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH7DQO6HgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/edXB_2ZgeyY/s1600-h/2609138388_e8cbbf3446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH7DQO6HgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/edXB_2ZgeyY/s320/2609138388_e8cbbf3446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346330265981165058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i soooo sooo love the Theme songs which was originaly sang by the Moldy Peaches..here's the video+lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Juno Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Album: The Moldy Peaches Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Title: Anyone Else But You Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;You're a part time lover and a full time friend&lt;br /&gt;The monkey on you're back is the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the church and here is the steeple&lt;br /&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me&lt;br /&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my nitch in your car&lt;br /&gt;With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up up down down left right left right B A start&lt;br /&gt;Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always trying to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with how you feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have shiny happy fits of rage&lt;br /&gt;You want more fans, I want more stage&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Quixote was a steel driving man&lt;br /&gt;My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squinched up your face and did a dance&lt;br /&gt;You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu du&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5508102372975853441?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5508102372975853441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/juno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5508102372975853441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5508102372975853441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SjH4Jk3AHFI/AAAAAAAAANg/XILhzrJeAsE/s72-c/200px-Junoposter2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-6102588081484336548</id><published>2009-06-09T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:26:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say A Lil Prayer</title><content type='html'>As i was saying my prayers before i go to bed at night(a ritual i do each day since i was pretty young)murmuring sanskrit mantras silently(thanx to the religious classes I attended during my early primary school years)..i realised that i was not paying one bit of attention to what I was praying..instead all i did was say these mantras..while my head is bursting with so many thoughts as flashes of images of that days events came into my mind thats had nothing to do with me praying!!&lt;br /&gt;at that moment,i realised..how many times do we actually think of God while praying..??&lt;br /&gt;do we say these prayers for the sake of it?or just becoz we have become so accustomed to it..?or becoz we really mean it?do we say our prayers only when we r troubled or face problems, or come across an unavoidable crisis where only at that moment we suddenly remember that there's a guy up there watching us.Gawsshh..therez just too many things questionable in this context. We humans are very hard to satisfy. We blame Him if anything goes wrong, for the way we live,for every single shitty things happening, heck!we even swear using his name, but honestly, how many times do we actually take some time off to thank him for our blessings?To thanks him whole heartedly, knowing that ups and downs come and go, but He is there to guide us through. He is our greatest confidant(for the believers la:)). I think the spiritual pathway we all have adapted to or practised does comfort us when faced with a predicament or heartache or betrayal, or backstabbing or anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us thank god for all his Blessings altough we hd a bad day?Im being a hypocrite now coz i rarely do that whole heartedly. Do we thank him for the bright side of things?..when we say "thank God"..how many of us mean it..?? or r we just saying it because we are so used to hearing people say it?do we ask for forgiveness for all the mistakes we had made?..sins we had commited?people we had hurt intensionaly or not..coz as me and u know it..we r all human beings with flaws...that incident made me realise that we spend so much of time doing so many things in our evryday lifes..so wud it kill to spare 5 minutes of full devotion and concentration for God himself..just 5 minutes..to thank Him..to Ask for forgiveness..to Talk to him..of coz..a little more time wudnt kill..but its up to each individual..as long as we do it with a full heart..and i wanna make it clear that im not here to judge, but im merely speaking my mind..i have nothing against those who have their personal believes..as i said we all are individuals and each and evry individual is entitled to his or her opinion. You know, I have this ceramic decorative plate that hangs in my living room wall and it says "Do you have time to pray?, God has time to Listen" Before i end, allow me to include a beautiful quote i read a few days back :&lt;br /&gt;      The Lord is the lover of all beings, but he especially loves those who keep his laws and are devoted to him. One can best worship the Lord through love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-6102588081484336548?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/6102588081484336548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-lil-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6102588081484336548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/6102588081484336548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-lil-prayer.html' title='Say A Lil Prayer'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3186771697639345382</id><published>2009-06-08T22:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:22:50.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping and i found this at Steph K's blog.I have so much of time to waste, hence this quiz&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;: Sleeping late, waking up late, onlining and reading a whole stack of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cellphone off?&lt;br /&gt;: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10.00 am today?&lt;br /&gt; : well, i wouldnt know because i was still asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;: Bout a month ago i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;: I do actually but im yet to find out how far my belive is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;: Right now..i want to get over with STPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;: Surprisingly enough i do have an umbrella in my bag, but im not an umbrella person when its raining(unless of course my parents are screaming at me)..but i do like hoodies:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;: My extra soft pillow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;: Shorts and T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;: So many la:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;: i am yet to find out:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;: not tht i know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;: 17 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;: myself????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;: I believe u can do it. I know u can do it.All you have to do is keep believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;: There's this song from Phantom of Opera called Angel of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;: Shob,shobie,banana,smooshy,bitch,shobunny,lobie..my god..banyaknye:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received message say?&lt;br /&gt;: haha..lawak je..gods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;: Sanjiv, my siblings, Vanitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;: Nah..i eat peanut butter straight from the jar tho:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;: My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anyone bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;: Nope..very hard to bug me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;: My mum:)(surprisingly:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;: WTH for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;: My bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;: Hell yea..who hasnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who annoys you the most in person?&lt;br /&gt;: My besties:)(i love u all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have any crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;: nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;: Nope..never will either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;: White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;: well..it is a billion dollars..muahahaha..no la..i'l chicken out for sure..karma baby karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of: talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;: never..no..naha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;: Me la..wht kinda question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;: My sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Has anyone seen you without makeup?(question changed fr personal reasons:P)&lt;br /&gt;: Hell yea..i go to a place call school remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;: yup..yupp..alot more than life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died when they really didnt die?&lt;br /&gt;: nah..not really..just more shocked prolly cause i wonder..how did they die???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;: i dont have a profile song.it annoys me a hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;: in my dream..lemme c..i believe it was my aunty and my cousin(provided i forgot any recent dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;: earlier just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;:thats a big YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;: Adiemus-Enya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?&lt;br /&gt;: Nah..i cant talk and type ant the same time(when it comes to this kinda multitaksing..im bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes opened or closed?&lt;br /&gt;: Stupid question..pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;: Anything is possible(cliched i know..but its so true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;: wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;: Sadly no..but i wanna learn how to ply the guitar..provided.i get a guitar 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;: Life is so depressing..take me awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy(dumb!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;: TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;: haha..good question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best decribed your love life?&lt;br /&gt;:i need a song to describe my love life..go die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person knows that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;: provided that i like someone 1st..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;: Sanjiv, Rashwin, my brother and one of my cousin brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than english?&lt;br /&gt;: aha..i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;: i like facebook:)&lt;br /&gt;  blogs as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;: continue reading my book..online..tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;: Where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;: I talk to my buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat on msn today?&lt;br /&gt;: Joeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;: A lot la..i admire my mum for her strength, my brother for his positive attitude, my sister for her bravery, Vanitha for being ambitious, Sanjiv for his sensibilty and the way he handles things, Nila for being so talented, Dad for teaching us kids a lot of valuable things, My maternal grandfather for his courage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;: November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;: So-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What's the time now?&lt;br /&gt;: 11.13 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;: i didnt get tagged..i curi this quiz..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;: i've never dyed my hair b4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;: because i have the time and i rarely do when i have school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;: i talk:) or il be extremely quiet or il write if i really cant talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;: i doonno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;: there's no question of who is more important to me..i have a lot of important ppl in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;: i will spend the day with my loved ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;: adala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;: its only natural to see a rainbow after the rain..apa soalan ini..isyk isyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;: it would be like dream come true?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;: Learn..alot of things..and which has ntg to do with the books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;: i suppose i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;: Happiness and being loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its global warming now? &lt;br /&gt;: we have an enviromental crisis here people..need i say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;: when people lie to me and i find out the truth from someone else and when i cant seem to understand something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;: i do..oh yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;: I could go on and on:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life? &lt;br /&gt;: I cant tell u wht exactly, i have a lot of important things in my life..if u asked my wht is the most important priorities, then it would be my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;: haha..rashwin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done that you've regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;: giving up piano? haha..no la..id rather not talk bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;: hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;: break up la..i dont need a person like that in my life..good riddance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;: so-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright.&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Survey done for entertainment purpose only.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3186771697639345382?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3186771697639345382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3186771697639345382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3186771697639345382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2899334630077990292</id><published>2009-06-07T17:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:42:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Hei everyone, i met up with my sista from another today:)&lt;br /&gt;Its been long since we both met up(the last time we met up was in way back in November last year:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've both been pretty caught up with so much of things like SCHOOL for starters and im really really glad we took some time off and meet up and spend some quality time together(u know,chit chat, gossip and just to catch up on so many things we missed).So 1st we went to get the movie ticket for 17 again. Show was only at 12.25 p.m and since we had time, we went around DP la..we headed to the Voir place in DP.one word people..SALESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!Then we headed back to the cinema. So after the movie we were really starving so we went to this restaurant at Dp, which i conveniently have forgotten the name XD. Thats where we really started talking, updating each other with all the happenings and all. I have no idea why, but i cant seem to pick the right words to type now..im seriously happy for her. I'm so proud of her and how she has matured and its so nice to see someone you're really close to like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344510542756790770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuEBa9ZQfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y4j8DPgrLHY/s320/07062009493_002J.jpg" /&gt;                                                     yes, we managed to camwhore:) &lt;p&gt;Hah, emotions aside, we had a pretty good lunch, i ordered this chicken chop thing and she took the cheesy baked rice with chicken wings. Pictures as follow&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513298318899298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuGh0OmOGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hfmZmgHEpcc/s320/07062009494J.jpg" /&gt;                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513544160938530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuGwID6CiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H7dmZPHzTf0/s320/Photo164.jpg" /&gt;                                              speak to my hand, for my face aint listening:) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513899120190354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuHEyYyY5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-ZM-aFrHljY/s320/Photo166.jpg" /&gt;                                                                         me chicken chop &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344514986618399266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuIEFokKiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/55u2dbMk_jw/s320/Photo169.jpg" /&gt;                     Ooey gooey cheese baked rice with chicken wings..me hearts cheese:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344514484983085154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuHm45YuGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mNOJlrpY03Q/s320/Photo168.jpg" /&gt;After lunch sadly, we had to leave:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wished we could have spend more time together because honestly couple of hours is really not enough but im really happy that we did meet up atleast(almost tak jadi, My god!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this darling surprised me with a gift box full of things in it(You really shouldn't have, got me all teary!, thanks babe!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so so so touching and words seriously fail me at this very moment. I have attached a picture of all the things she placed inside:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344516275547074258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuJPHRG7tI/AAAAAAAAALA/L_1q57cPmKg/s320/Photo171.jpg" /&gt;At the mo, im really really thankfull to have been blessed with such a wonderful friend.We may have gone through rough times, we may have changed, we may have different views and opinions and we may not always like the same things or see eye to eye, but no matter what, friends forever we will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2899334630077990292?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2899334630077990292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2899334630077990292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2899334630077990292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiuEBa9ZQfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y4j8DPgrLHY/s72-c/07062009493_002J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-8448985899375566157</id><published>2009-06-05T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:10:22.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>I was bloghopping and i found this,made me feel better and i hope it makes all those feeling emotionally down better as well.I Know my last post was minutes ago, but when it comes to sharing, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY'S FREE (To Wear Sunscreen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baz Luhrmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.&lt;br /&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;br /&gt;You’re not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the future.&lt;br /&gt;Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.&lt;br /&gt;The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.&lt;br /&gt;The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults.&lt;br /&gt;If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll divorce at 40.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much&lt;br /&gt;or berate yourself either.&lt;br /&gt;Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don’t follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not read beauty magazines.&lt;br /&gt;They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when they’ll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;They are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go,&lt;br /&gt;but for the precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.&lt;br /&gt;Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths.&lt;br /&gt;Prices will rise, politicians will philander.&lt;br /&gt;You too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse.&lt;br /&gt;But you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair,&lt;br /&gt;or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-8448985899375566157?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/8448985899375566157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunscreen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8448985899375566157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/8448985899375566157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunscreen.html' title='Sunscreen'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-5528166454885865020</id><published>2009-06-05T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:34:23.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Helo..im scared,worried, petrified,afraid. Well im feeling every single negative emotion possible. Possibly because it just hit me that after school reopens i will be getting back my results and im not ready for that, AT ALL. I hate going through the whole ordeal again, the getting results, the heart pounding and the stomach pain moments before receiving the paper. I just hope i wont be dissapointed again. I went through enough after the March monthly test. It was emotionally draining and i hate being like tht but i couldn't help but feel that way the last time. Im thankful to have great friends who pulled me out of that phase. I know i cant expect improvement in leaps and bounds but even a lil bit of improvement will help a hell lot. To know that you hard work and pain paid off is priceless. But im pretty sure i screwed up chemistry.&gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have roughly 5 more months to go before STPM and i have to go all out for the next 5 months if i actually want something coming out of this 2 years of Form 6. On a lighter note, my sis is coming home today, least i can talk to her&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343743275645704482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SijKMmO-mSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VheSeVSoQng/s320/6__Pessimistic_by_spookydoom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's exactly how i feel..but know wht..i think i feel better after this blog(tho i hope its nt temporary)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5528166454885865020?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5528166454885865020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5528166454885865020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5528166454885865020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SijKMmO-mSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VheSeVSoQng/s72-c/6__Pessimistic_by_spookydoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-5601472077425727019</id><published>2009-06-03T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:55:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Alarm Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiYCMXhEYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/510HlLUCj-I/s1600-h/__happy____by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342960419416072674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiYCMXhEYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/510HlLUCj-I/s320/__happy____by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drilling noise is now officially my alarm clock. An alarm clock which i cannot snooze and wanna know whts the best part??? It doesn't stop ringing after im awake.(more joy-_-). I should invent a silencer for this particular drilling tool:):):)&lt;/div&gt;see that picture, that's how i felt when i woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, this man who are repairing our bathroom have got patience which i doubt i will ever have, the drilling, the deafeninf sound, the cementing,then waiting for it to dry(which takes a day mind you), the placing the tiles on the cement, Phewwww..i have no words..and they are super dedicated to their jobs as well.(lazy to go to details,blame the weather)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, i watched Bride Wars yesterday, and arghhhh, it made me cry. Yes it deed so shut up!:). Ryte, so the movie was superbly funny and Anne Hathaway looks absolutely stunning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realy shouldn't talk bout the story here and spoil the fun for those of you who sill belum watch the movie yet.i have nothing else to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5601472077425727019?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5601472077425727019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/personalized-alarm-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5601472077425727019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5601472077425727019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/personalized-alarm-clock.html' title='Personalized Alarm Clock'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiYCMXhEYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/510HlLUCj-I/s72-c/__happy____by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-4569565455861545229</id><published>2009-06-02T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:23:48.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise and Friends</title><content type='html'>Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drilling noise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the man repairing our bathroom tiles!&lt;br /&gt;I mean..i understand he has to do his work, but boy is it noisy!!! Kinda reminds me of tht misterious ticking noise by puppet pals.I slept at 3, and imagine waking up to that noise, I took a pillow and bury my head beneath it.(didnt make any difference, the effing bathroom is just outside my room!)&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, my god..the drilling noise is driving me up the wall!!!!!Thank God for something called Lunch break. I seriously hope the tile changing takes place faster.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiles aside, i cant bloody upload pictures into bloody facebook!!It keep saying Internet explorer cannot display page! Like SHIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haihz..i thought of meeting up with Vanitha, but she's in KL, now thats sad..i havent stepped out of the house since Friday. Longest record yet! The kawanz pun busy :(. You know i'd rather go to school, well minus the waking up early and the lessons in between:) atleast i get to see my friends ryte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anila who is doing her jewellery while responding to my daily complaints,oooo's and ahhhh's:)lending me her books and sharing with me her food and not to mention,listening to everything i say,lending me money in times of need, Jiv busy with his head prefect's duty but never too busy to have lunch or talk and listen to me, Joeal who never fails to rate girls and make me laugh,doing funny gestures along the way, Rash who is crazy all the time, bullying me(tht's the way we bond,LOL!), Seo with his baputik walk and speeches that never fail to amuse me,buying me ice-cream:), Prassana who is always sweet to bring me food and crapping with me like always(sorry dear, things may seem to appear changed, but you know we still share that special crappiness!)saving me the fries when she buys Mcdonalds, Joyce and Ruen Ping who are my laughing partners(we laugh alot, like A LOT! and sometimes for no apparent reason,lol:), we even got our place changed in the bio lab for laughing too much!), Nicholas Thong, who is alway hungry and the first to go to the canteen when the bell rings and joking with me whenever im in his class, Soon Heng who works with me at the quad,imitating Russell Peter's , Bagi who never fails to call me Ding dong or King kong then saying tht he is joking(i know ur joking, lol), Wen Theng always with her minyak kapak(poor girl), Fikri a.k.a Disagree who sits beside me in class, crapping throughout the class, Sonia with her loud laughter, Perisha who never fail to sit beside me during bio class(my talking partner whenever bio gets boring!), Siow Ghin, who always supplies our class with food(her mum is the best cook, baking pies, cakes and cookies for us!!) Lucilla, my mangsa bully, my ElS secretary who wears her blazer even on a burning hot day, Ming Yuen,with his riveting accent and theories he comes up with,. the prefect boys, the prefect room which i have become so fond to, the list can go on and on..i love them all! and its times like this, i really, really miss Vanitha(love u babe) My apologies if i have forgotten any names, i love u guys as well. Im feeling so much happier now:):):):):) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got lotsa pic here, though i would upload more, just too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Nick, i just realised i dont have any pic with u, sowie:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342634419990893506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTZstBVE8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CMFu_yW6w_E/s320/n1186970574_30053146_235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       Picture taken after form 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342633859829446114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTZMGQbteI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Hd9oaHEZaSg/s320/Photo019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342633162438922482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTYjgRk0PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/S-ayWTtOZow/s320/n546697336_1843365_6776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342632659502740850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTYGOsPtXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/x4WUwKxSPT4/s320/n546697336_1843393_3644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342632248256951026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTXuSrm8vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V4kyLKB22tI/s320/n546697336_1843371_8130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342631766373033042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTXSPhh5FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4wQKNz5YPhE/s320/Photo019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342631476172508562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTXBWcVTZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aZZjv9Xn6Yo/s320/Photo009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342631024319737442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTWnDKPLmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4srIZ7-_XmE/s320/2658_72990955151_761110151_2388440_7345151_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342630727171171634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTWVwMf5TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tgzn08vkTV0/s320/2658_72990940151_761110151_2388438_6004315_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342630433477249362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTWEqGaSVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mEq50nJgDxI/s320/Photo042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626851501274562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTS0KMydcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fVNLPjBN3tY/s320/Photo061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626655868507170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTSoxaTVCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rLmLsAWKVvk/s320/Photo019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626463632657698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTSdlRtDSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zb07KWGl0A0/s320/Photo018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626317609141394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTSVFS_BJI/AAAAAAAAAII/RSApCRmJ17o/s320/Photo022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626132587087090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTSKUCShPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/B2VggfLaUSs/s320/Photo011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625878730502754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTR7iWKcmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xl_QID3YSSc/s320/Photo002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625388962448482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTRfB0XBGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SLUG5GUf2dg/s320/Photo028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625186639980818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTRTQG7KRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L6eskmEehXM/s320/Photo020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625003695889554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTRImlp3JI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yqo6KnuU3wY/s320/Photo025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342624797036692754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTQ8kuQxRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TYjPUFOIELY/s320/Photo001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342624344196886402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTQiNw1r4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/1KsD82kbwEY/s320/Photo015J.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;                                                                   Bubble away Nila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342624180432775922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTQYrsbqvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VkhZT7c-MMA/s320/Photo007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      CNY 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623911499577890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTQJB1wuiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zr24GNFsYqQ/s320/Photo035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Chinese New Year 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623791247359554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTQCB3ZfkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p0gIr0blkb0/s320/Photo014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623517215202402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTPyFBCnGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yz4iQyBgvbY/s320/Photo061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       My 18th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623280925479346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiTPkUxLkbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Zuf2_VZDQLQ/s320/Image044.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your's truly,&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Finish up the books I have now namely:&lt;br /&gt;    -An Equal Music-&lt;br /&gt;    -Falcondance-&lt;br /&gt;    -The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Nightime-&lt;br /&gt;    -Freakonomics-&lt;br /&gt;    -Pygmalion-&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean my room(its in bad shape:))&lt;br /&gt;3. Work on my Artsy Fartsy stuff which i tend to do randomly;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go out with the kawans&lt;br /&gt;5. Maybe and just maybe, go down to Kl&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish up Inorganic homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3691651819751203655?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3691651819751203655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3691651819751203655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3691651819751203655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-965244313865566928</id><published>2009-05-31T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:17:25.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiISN0kqdbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WTrXZDURGkk/s1600-h/Photo030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a Sunday. Not a very sunny one though. I've been feeling very off colour for the weekend. Mum called me out for a movie but i just wasnt in a mood to go(sorry ma). Maybe tomorrow i will go out with her or something. Its not that i dont wanna spend time with her, its just that, im not in the mood to get ready, get in the car, go get the tickets..argghhhhhhhh...I have been emoing since Friday, taking stupid facebook quizzez and being online for long long hours. Tho i have been reading just as much, something which i have not done in a very long time. Got my hands on Vikram Seth's 'An Equal Music'. So far so good. Spoke to Nila, poor girl is sick. i suppose evryone is feeling in one way or another, well negative i suppose? On the other hand, poor Nick's car got scratched(sorry Nick). Dont worry Nick, what goes around comes around. I seriously have no words to describe such acts..If you are so tempted to scratch something, go scratch ur own car la or anything else for that matter, why wanna bug other people's life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 5 yesterday. Simple reason: i couldn't sleep &gt;( woke up at 9 something, lazed on the bed, wondering bout lots of things till 10.30. Showered, then had brunch. Mum almost dragged me to Carrefour to buy chicken. I managed to talk her out of it. I really takde mood today. All i feel like doing is listening music ,online, read and maybe a lil bit of tv and a call or 2. That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341852693084445442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiISuNXDGwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ym80o1O99Cg/s320/Photo323_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shobie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-965244313865566928?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/965244313865566928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/965244313865566928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/965244313865566928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundanity.html' title='Mundanity'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/SiISuNXDGwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ym80o1O99Cg/s72-c/Photo323_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2787179846231785830</id><published>2009-05-29T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:15:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a time machine</title><content type='html'>you know sometimes i wish i could go back to being a child.its nicer to live life that way. The only worry we had was what time we could go out and play. As a child, i was the kind who always wanted to know what's it like growing up, as in what will i be, what will i be doing? Il be 19 this year and i still wonder about that. i guess we all do. im feeling emotionally down. i need some medium to express it without really expressing it. Am i making any sense? Honestly,  i dont care really. Sometimes i do wonder what is my purpose being here. Am i just here because im here?Does my presence serve any purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Life as a 5 year old was simple. we were all innocent then. then adoloscense and adulthood hits us all and we change. yes we change. whether its for the better or not, i still wonder. as much as i hate to admit it, one of the things im always afraid of is to hurt the feelings of the people i love. i dont know why im saying all this, but i am. i miss my grandfather. i may have only spend the first 5 years of my life with him, but i still remember him very well. i still remember the times he goes for his morning walks, then on his way back, he will buy me porridge. i remember all those times i saton his lap. i remember the time we had lunch together. and hen again, we had a family dinner and he wore a grey shirt. i still remember his magnifying glass, his pin-striped pyjama pants, his walking stick and of course, his laughter.i miss you mutacha, how i wish we could have spent more time with you. how i wish you could have seen me growing up. but im sure u can now right?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we may feel that we do so much, but yet..sigh..i dunno, words fail me..one things for sure, i know i've got my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, holidays starting 2mr.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2787179846231785830?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2787179846231785830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-time-machine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2787179846231785830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;but i still am not sudying..2 weeks..or is that more?worth of mugging is driving me crazy..im looking forward for lunch at subaraku on friday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5330412934014559092?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5330412934014559092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/waste-of-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5330412934014559092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5330412934014559092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/waste-of-space.html' title='waste of space'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3510055152830217216</id><published>2009-05-24T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:43:51.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Jelo Milo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to the gurdwara yesterday..it was good..had a good lunch,but it was super duper packed and not to mention swelteringly hot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless..it was good..met Rash and Steph..then beli lots of indian sweets(enough to get you diabetic in a day):):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes..got all dressed in indian traditional costume..lol:) i have pictures attached..i have got maths paper 2 2mr..eeeeeee&gt;(..i wanna get this over with and then a big long 2 week break!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aite..gotta get to mugging again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339306254611895058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/ShkGv-0p0xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_FjsTk_Q6I0/s320/Photo032J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just before leaving..lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339307813619089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/ShkIKuk7wLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/40ZKDLQzrw8/s320/Photo017A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                         Mumsie and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339308201576672850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/ShkIhT1OrlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AJa_9g6XLrY/s320/Photo001KA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3510055152830217216?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3510055152830217216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-jelo-milo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3510055152830217216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3510055152830217216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-jelo-milo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/ShkGv-0p0xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_FjsTk_Q6I0/s72-c/Photo032J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7050539287033951188</id><published>2009-05-23T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:14:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Good morning!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, much apologies for not updating my bloggie for more than a month..had lots of things to finish..with exams going on, and the form 6 orientation, and so many more la..(too lazy to go to details)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God, the school is crowded with the lower sixes..pity my friends who now have to rebut parking space coz from what i heard, the lower 6 kiasu sangat come to school like super early to get parking lots..Tskk..tsk..i suppose thats how our seniors felt when we first came to school last year.lol:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, so lets talk about american idol..i was never an ardent follower, but i keep myself updated(dun wanna be katak di bawah tempurung ryte???)so yea,Kris allen won..personally, i think he is good but i seriously felt that the victory should have been lambert's. People, sadly have been and i suppose will always be againts Gays. I just cannot comprehend why people tend to judge a person based on what gender they like?Sad!! Ah..anyways, i'm pretty darn sure Adam's gonna make it big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on..exams..arghhhh..i simply am not in the mood..okay..bio paper 2 was okay until i realised i got the points for the essay question mixed up(startch-malate part), then maths was throat slitting hard..manage to somehow crap through it.,PA 2 was semi-okay..except for bahagian E, hopefully i did the right thing as how Anila thought me(thanks babe:),owe u one), then chem was a lot of guess work, but so many errors in the questions,(my God) ..so im gonna go to the gurdwara for the punjabi festival thingy at 11.30..good food waiting for me..hopefully it will be easy to find for rash..aite..gotta get to mugging maths before i go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your's truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338821450630533618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/ShdN0rQRkfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QC5OynqWFR8/s320/Photo317A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: can somebody pls officiate my chat box!thanks:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7050539287033951188?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7050539287033951188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-firstly-much-apologies-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7050539287033951188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7050539287033951188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-firstly-much-apologies-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/ShdN0rQRkfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QC5OynqWFR8/s72-c/Photo317A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-7335293205981110989</id><published>2009-04-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:03:49.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yes..its been super long sinced i blog...i've been bogged down with so much of work that even so much is an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lack of sleep=burn out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;too much of sleep=feeling more sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore,i am confused.There's so much of things i wanna say, but right now,words seem to fail me and im thinking about the rat dissection diagram i have to freaking label,trigo homework and integration homework as well!God save me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be updating more when i have the time..this post is sucha a waste of space:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yours truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322336154337400562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Sdy8iI5_1vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LWdeYRNTTvo/s320/Photo042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-7335293205981110989?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/7335293205981110989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7335293205981110989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/7335293205981110989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Sdy8iI5_1vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LWdeYRNTTvo/s72-c/Photo042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-3691786073228922740</id><published>2009-03-17T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:10:37.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Sb8GkcQisVI/AAAAAAAAABY/CbJuTZyN9OI/s1600-h/Photo064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313973308451107154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Sb8GkcQisVI/AAAAAAAAABY/CbJuTZyN9OI/s320/Photo064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD MORNING SUNSHINES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its 9:40 and im blogging with a nice cup of coffee and music blasting from my phone. Its such a beautiful morning. Its those morning where the night before it rained and you wake up feeling cold and all you wanna do is stay under the blanket. I love that feeling! i received a wake up call from Lola love. Though she went screaming on the phone;"WAKE UP!!!!". Nevertheless, very sweet of her:) she thought i was drunk or something when i was speaking to her..haha..the truth is, i went to bed at 3 but only fell asleep at 5. I have no idea why! such a imsoniac night. i felt wide awake at 3 at now at 9, im feeling wide awake too..must go get myself checked:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy with the fact that i manage to get some studying done yesterday. Gotta get started in awhile:P. oh yes, Sunday as i mentioned earlier, played badminton with the kawanz. Had a fantastic time. Dad played solo againts Bj and Seo and guess who won??(to know the answer,please scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;and the proud champion is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME DAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..it was a good game..dad was standing still at one spot swinging the racquet and the two boys were running around the court(i had a good laugh..and so did lola:P)&lt;br /&gt;After the game, went to the hospital to visit Rash's mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooo and see the pic up??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its what i did during the december holidays when i was bored stiff and creative juices flooded my mind..i.e wasting time la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm looking forward to meet the kawanz in school 2mr for debate practise and to get some studying done.&lt;br /&gt;(P/S:craving for Spicy McChicken and chocoltae Mcflurry XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-3691786073228922740?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/3691786073228922740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning-sunshines-its-940-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3691786073228922740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/3691786073228922740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning-sunshines-its-940-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/Sb8GkcQisVI/AAAAAAAAABY/CbJuTZyN9OI/s72-c/Photo064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2188174846762680584</id><published>2009-03-15T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:29:40.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality quiz'/><title type='text'>personality quiz</title><content type='html'>HELO JELO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ITs a sunday and tomorrow without a doubt is monday but what makes it an interesting monday would be its a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOLIDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sadly, i cant really go crazy for this break..there's lotsa studying to do.i suppose it will be bearable as il be group studying with the kawanz..so less misery la.&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;m looking forward to go to the debate competition..so i gotta do 7 days worth of work in 5. Moments that make u go ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting up with Lola and Bj for Badminton in 50 minutes time. Im gonna laugh my ass off at Lola for sure(sorry babe..u noe u suck!!..and ur probabily cursing me when u read this.nevertheless u love me:P)so prove me wrong k deary!&lt;br /&gt;so i was goin through some random blogs and there was this personality quiz thing and as much as i hate to admit it, some of the details are scarily accurate.hmmmmm..so here are the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right..i have nothing to say..should go get ready for badminton&lt;br /&gt;~toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2188174846762680584?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2188174846762680584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2188174846762680584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2188174846762680584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-quiz.html' title='personality quiz'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-5203380150224354968</id><published>2009-03-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:22:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngeh!</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone..&lt;br /&gt;the day has been flat in the morning..woke up at about 10+ to the noise of some kids screaming(they come for some speech class my neighbour has)..not exactly something u wanna wake up hearing too..i mean i love kids..dont get me wrong..but when they start screaming and my dog barks at them,its superbly ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;And oooooo i finally watched "Slumdog Millionaire"!!!..I enjoyed every bit of it.All sorts of mixed emotions when i watched the movie. cant quite explain how, but the bottomline is, love is a fantastic thing that can break our limits. To be honest, i dont know what to type..its like im jammed..so lets move on..(btw, i cant seem to have Latika's music outta my head! God save me!!)&lt;br /&gt;ya wel..after the movie, i had to plan a timetable for the holidays..i seriously need a good kick in the ass to get started(lola and bj i need ur help for that) or else i will go all emo again.hmmmmm...then i read the book Lola lent me..then i fell asleep..promising that i get started on the frreaking d-block elements for inorganic chemistry..so i woke up after a nap..to find Lola's message..i duuno why...i just get a very warm,fuzzy feeling whenever i wake up to find lola's and bj's message(love u both..although it may seem otherwise!)well..i get a warm,fuzzy feeling whenevr i see their messages..haha..(i'm weird and u guys love me for that:P)&lt;br /&gt;right..haha..moving on..i spoke to bj..the Lola called..we yakked for an hour..haha..we were playing that one word game thingy again..this was how the game went:&lt;br /&gt;Shob:money?&lt;br /&gt;Lola: sarcastic..&lt;br /&gt;Shob:sarcastic?outta all the words woman..&lt;br /&gt;Lola:ngeh(bj u noe wht that means right?)&lt;br /&gt;Shob:monkeybutt?&lt;br /&gt;Lola: u!!&lt;br /&gt;Shob:stupid b****&lt;br /&gt;Lola:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i guess u guys get the picture right..haha..yes..i treasure all this moments a hell lot!&lt;br /&gt;the things is we all have gotta appreciate our friends,Love them,treasure them,do ur best not to hurt them..and if u do..know that it can be mended..dont end it..most importantly..love them with all your heart..i love u my kawanz&lt;br /&gt;P/s:miss u vanitha love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone..i should get started on my inorganic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-5203380150224354968?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/5203380150224354968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/ngeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5203380150224354968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/5203380150224354968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/ngeh.html' title='Ngeh!'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388133392460256450.post-2637181600918345786</id><published>2009-03-13T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:42:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My not so first blog</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone..yes..i have started blogging again..after what seem to be a long long time..i did try to blog a few years back..but failed miserably doin it..so yes..now im gonna do it again..hopefully make it last longer than any of the previous blogs..haha..so yes..i guess thats all for the very first blog:)&lt;br /&gt;(P/S:Anila and jiv, i noe its short..there's no need for a cynical laughter now..coz i noe im gonna bug u 2 to read this..haha..love u 2!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~period~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388133392460256450-2637181600918345786?l=shobie90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/feeds/2637181600918345786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-not-so-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2637181600918345786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388133392460256450/posts/default/2637181600918345786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobie90.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-not-so-first-blog.html' title='My not so first blog'/><author><name>Shobana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856774665191366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpu4Ox7XhqA/S5utzVBjM_I/AAAAAAAAASc/dpmVQKzG7GU/S220/21555_1378068610218_1186970574_31175381_7851534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
