<?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-13909358</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:21.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All the world's a stage</title><subtitle type='html'>perform to the beat of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-3435050177668856936</id><published>2007-10-19T05:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:18:52.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5.am.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've been awake at this hour. AWAKE. not the 'trying to sleep sort'. A combination of sickness, heat and thinking has caused the impossible. I spent the last hr reading the news online, something that I haven't gotten around to do. To be honest, this feels DAMN good. So thank you to those ppl who have kept my thoughts occupied as I tried to get my much needed sleep. I guess what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-3435050177668856936?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/3435050177668856936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=3435050177668856936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/3435050177668856936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/3435050177668856936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/10/5am.html' title='5.am.'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-6544046418421630022</id><published>2007-10-09T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:48:41.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gueat-Blogging</title><content type='html'>Heya!!! This is Anonymous blogging for our dear Ms Tham since she'd been too lazy to blog sinc elike forever? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to update everyone on our dear Hui Ying - she's now in Reading, UK. She's doing fine albeit becoming a bit too scrawny... Hmm, she shud eat more, don't you think? So anyone reading this, do send her an e-mail to scold her ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she's just too picky with her food. People who knows her well shud know this =p She shud eat more healthily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/Rwv1grp_chI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_E1S14c-9RQ/s1600-h/Healthy_Food_Rainbow_by_coconut_lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119455343260168722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/Rwv1grp_chI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_E1S14c-9RQ/s320/Healthy_Food_Rainbow_by_coconut_lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, its been absolutely dreadful here. The rain and the cold... Brrr... And the classes are so far from each other that everyday Ying Ying has to walk, walk and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has WONDERFUL friends with her to keep her company so don't worry too much about her. She's not homesick as yet so it shud be fine. Oh, and she has a very nice kitty to make her day - all the better right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I havta go dee coz Ying's kitty has come a-calling and she's kacau-ing me. So bye for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv from everyone from REading!!!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-6544046418421630022?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/6544046418421630022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=6544046418421630022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/6544046418421630022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/6544046418421630022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/10/gueat-blogging.html' title='Gueat-Blogging'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/Rwv1grp_chI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_E1S14c-9RQ/s72-c/Healthy_Food_Rainbow_by_coconut_lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-8713736278676870242</id><published>2007-06-04T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:44:45.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When beauty is only skin deep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me looks won't get you far..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there are careers dedicated to it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me size doesn't matter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there are people dying of eating disorders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me looks won't sell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the industry is making millions selling their beauty ideals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me looks isn't everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When people are dying in the operation table in the quest to be beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We live in a shallow world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judged by our appearance in every stage of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Searching for 'perfection' in human kind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ostracising those who don't fit the mold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As sad as it sounds. This is the reality of our world today. Despite efforts to correct the youth about the onerous perception of beauty, over the years it has spread like an epidemic. As access to the mass media is available to younger children, a wider group of the world's population is now affected. Millions and even billions of girls in the world all vying to attain the unattainable. A crazed obsession to be the most beautiful, most perfect, most slim....putting themselves through a never ending cycle of self abuse. Sometimes I just wish everyone could be reassured that 'perfection' lies in who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sugababes {Ugly}:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So are you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-8713736278676870242?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/8713736278676870242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=8713736278676870242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/8713736278676870242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/8713736278676870242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-beauty-is-only-skin-deep.html' title='When beauty is only skin deep....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-7662849002633855083</id><published>2007-06-01T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:44:30.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog on pause...LONG pause</title><content type='html'>GUILTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Am FULLY aware that my blog has been abandoned...for a looong time.. *clears weeds*. And I also realise that *gulp* exams are not a good enough excuse...but i'm BAAAAAK..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOooo much has happened since I last blogged, a peek into my drafts would give a pretty good idea of what I've been through. But hey, nothing really matters now that I'm FREE FREE FREEE!!!!! 4 months of pure R&amp;R....I wish..before I can even say freedom I hafta think about the human rights campaign, cv n work. geeez...dat's d life of a law student. If it can even be called a life. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks into the hols and I haven't been doing much... still waiting for the people in other countries to fly back here for their hols!!!!!! Finished Heroes though... yay! or erm..rather..boo..cos now I dun haf much to do n am desperate for the 2nd season to start soon. At least in a week I won't be complaining about boredom, will be starting my 2 week attachment with legal aid! Am pretty looking fwd to it!!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays always bring about time to think about alot of stuff. Sum major IMPORTANT stuff. At the beginning of the hols, I've had sum time to take a mini trip bak to memory lane and discovered sum stuff dat my crazy schedule had allowed me to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.ARCHIE COMICS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmImDsNCCoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W596-BIYmpw/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071657975219882626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmImDsNCCoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W596-BIYmpw/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...not dat I've ever forgotten about it, but I actually bought a NEW one. Brand NEW!!!! seems like centuries since I've read a NEW archie comic. Have re-read all the one I haf..SOO many times I can practically remember their lines in each story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I was kinda dissappointed with it. I mean sumhow it doesn't seem to be as good as the old ones. The characters seemed...out of character and they freaking repeated 2 stories from the old comics. WHA-?! Furthermore....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmImksNCCpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jtRztvcezoI/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071658542155565714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmImksNCCpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jtRztvcezoI/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* Veronica has a handphone. she actually HAS a handphone. how weird is that? or am I the only one dat finds it weird..I mean..it's jus so...out of place? oh well...it's back to old archie comics for me. Anyone got any they'd like to share? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheetos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmIoH8NCCqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1np_cQFeknA/s1600-h/VW6Z2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071660247257582242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmIoH8NCCqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1np_cQFeknA/s320/VW6Z2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The yummy-licious crunchy cheese snack. mmmmm...it's been years since I've had a taste of this. the horror!! It's d BEST cheese snack around...by FAAAARRR..ok.sounds like I'm advertising for it. All of a sudden I have a craving for it, n I dunno where on earth to find it. All places I frequent do not sell it anymore an the last time I had it, a fren had to help me get it from Brunei....&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this when I misss high school and how I can switch between Doritos, Ruffles and Cheetos each week...&gt;.&lt; I WANT MY CHEETOS!!!!!!!! and mb a pack of Lay's salt &amp;amp; vinegar...been a while since I've had dat too...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an optimistic note. Shazzie argeed to help me track it down in Bangsar! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-7662849002633855083?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/7662849002633855083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=7662849002633855083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/7662849002633855083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/7662849002633855083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-on-pauselong-pause.html' title='Blog on pause...LONG pause'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RmImDsNCCoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W596-BIYmpw/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-3769664967134055438</id><published>2007-03-13T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T14:17:57.127Z</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Terrence Toh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 mths til finals and am feeling extremely frustrated with self. -.-" Neways, jus becos I'm upset it doesn't mean everyone else can't have fun! So here are sum vids for u to enjoy! To brighten up ur day if you're feeling a little blue and to extend ur joy if ure already in a sunshiney mood! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAUTION: What you're about to see may leave devastating effects. You may suffer from reccuring nightmares and psychiatric harm. Watch at your own risk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Borat Presenting on the House of Lords'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJmd1JTSEu0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJmd1JTSEu0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'England vs Canada'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnYqmZyVvPY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnYqmZyVvPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't Cha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Yz9p3i4EUY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Yz9p3i4EUY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHH...it's amazing what a House of Lords presentation can do to u. Terrence! If ure reading this. This post is sooooo not to defame you, wtv would we do without u to entertain n calm us during those stressful group meetings? =P So this is more like a tribute to u really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Group 2B's hero: Terrence Toh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RfaxxhBEG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/pE87E68sTzE/s1600-h/DSC02536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041412297122388930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RfaxxhBEG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/pE87E68sTzE/s320/DSC02536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-^^-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-3769664967134055438?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/3769664967134055438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=3769664967134055438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/3769664967134055438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/3769664967134055438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/03/chronicles-of-terrence-toh.html' title='The Chronicles of Terrence Toh'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RfaxxhBEG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/pE87E68sTzE/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-3486975279626639834</id><published>2007-03-06T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:52:34.302Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sammy!!</title><content type='html'>Thanx sammy for attempting to inspire me to blog by tagging me! erm...unfortunately..this topic isn't going to help much la, dear. See. How am I supposed to write 6 weird things abt myself when I'm not even close to being weird. I'm perfect. I do not have weird habits or fetishes or obsessions. So what shall I list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Guess i haf one now..'Thinks self is flawless and unweird'..ok I'm weird.Like everyone else. Right.I dunno what I'm typing about. Land Law kinda does this to you. Beware the evil that is land law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough nonsense..=P teehee...Hui Ying does haf 6 weird things to list out...but me finks it aint dat juicy though. oh well..whatever. Since I'm compelled to list it out, I jus hope ppl won't start thinking I'm some freak. Cos I'm not. Remember as ure reading this...Hui Ying is no freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!"&lt;/em&gt; per Emily QML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm EXTREMELY anal about toilets. Dat's why I always head for the squatting ones and freak out when a place doesn't have one. No endless supply of toilet paper and squatting toilets? bad bad BAD combo. Think it's more of a hygiene issue here though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My appetite abandons me when people brush their teeth in front of me, near me (i.e. within hearing distance) or sumtimes even when they just mention it. Therefore, no Darlie or Colgate adverts when I'm hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not a huge Chocolate fan. (cue to gasp) The only brownies I eat r the ones made by a lecturer, only choc cake I can stomach is Chocolate Banana and I don't eat chocs too often (though during a certain time of the month I crave for it). Chocs are jus too sweet for me I reckon..dat's y I totally stay away from white choc. Which is kinda weird too..cos I used to love white choc. Should this be under 4. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not a cheese fan. (cue to gasp again). So this means no cheezy wedges, no cheesy crusts and absolutely no carbonara (at least not TOO much of it la...am learning to eat for fear of lecture from Saan..heehee..). Again, used to love cheese when I was younger...now jus the sight of it makes me full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't really think 3 and 4 is weird but most tell me I'm weird when I reveal it to them..and since we are what people perceive us to be. I'm weird?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Me used to be SOO jap obsessed!! So much so that it went beyond the language, the country, the culture...nope twasn't enuf for me. So, I resorted to even keeping food wrappers. I haf a collection of food wrappers frm Japan. Not really dat weird la..considering how nice the packaging there is...but the weirdest thing in my collection has got to be this wrapper i found in my dad's coat pocket. It was sum biscuit wrapper frm Disneyland. Pop by my place if u wanna catch a glimpse of this unique collection!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a realistic idealistic. Is this the best oxymoron or what? This effectively means everytime a thought pops up in my head I debate with myself. Which is kinda a good thing in a way...I haf d best of both worlds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for further elaboration on weirdness, do call. ;-p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. not allowed to use my weird habits against me in ANY WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okies Dokies! now it's the turn of the 5 ppl of my choice to reveal their inner weirdness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Moo Moo&lt;/span&gt; (tag ure it!!! haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt; (ure too sensible..lol!) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bear &lt;/span&gt;( cos I noe u'll haf summin interesting..hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ainniekins &lt;/span&gt;(haven't heard frm u in ages, curious to noe if ure still as weird! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Suet Suet&lt;/span&gt; ( wanna noe if NZ turns u weird! *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MARCH BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!!!!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday to&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;QI WEN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PING!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;WAI LEONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;KOK WENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAPPY 20th Birthday VARUN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Y'all haf a gr8 one this yr!!! Filled with loadsa fun, friends and most of all PRESSIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. jus because ur OLD now doesn't mean u can't enjoy ur bd *wink* =P hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-3486975279626639834?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/3486975279626639834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=3486975279626639834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/3486975279626639834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/3486975279626639834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-by-sammy.html' title='Tagged by Sammy!!'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-116830522623719606</id><published>2007-01-23T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:02:35.803Z</updated><title type='text'>2007: Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>Start of the yr n my reso to update my blog more often is down the drain. I totally noe i'm guilty..my last post was like in 2006? sad. But dere haf been just too many hindrances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaysies...here's my 1st post of 2007!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel life is too short for us to be still stuck in the past. Those who know me better would probably think I’m being a hypocrite. Yes, it is no secret that I still care a lot about who I used to be. But I try not to be affected too much by it. We can’t deny our past. Good or bad, it makes us who we are. I’m not here to say, deny our past. I’m here to say, let’s not be too hung up on it.&lt;br /&gt;In the process of being too wrapped up in ur past, you will miss out on the present and risk what could lay ahead. Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Enjoy every moment u haf, savour the good and learn from the bad. The way society is ran, it is impossible to apply it in it's full capacity. But we could always do wat we can. Apply it in in every small possible way, the difference could be surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if in the spirit of Carpe Diem. Upon the arrival of 2007 aside from the usual resos, I welcomed an unexpected reso. It just popped into my head. Nothing fancy, but yet so meaningful. I wasn’t contemplating resolutions for the year, heck I hardly even kept to my resos anyways. (Mb it’s human nature, procrastination our worst enemy..sigh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat’s it.This yr I want to be as happy as I can be.My subconscious mind is probably dropping a hint, dat I may not be enjoying myself as much as I think I am. So far the thought of being happy for the entire yr, has been settling quite well with me. Mb it’s everything that I’ve been through last yr, I’m jus too tired and fed up of being upset. Jus the thought of feeling despondent disgusts me. I hate conflict, confrontation, distress, anger and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence. As of January 1st 2007, I'm determined to be a happy chappy! No more getting upset over unnecessary things and to enjoy life to the max, or at least AS MUCH as I can. Wad with yr 2 coming to an end and all, much of the joy has been out the window before the yr even began! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ppl like these around...make my reso relatively easier to keep..heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYI0BZXoJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FeJ5zUtKHdc/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023212124199428242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYI0BZXoJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FeJ5zUtKHdc/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Geeks Unite!!!! Yr2's Geek Couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYJXxZXoKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YEaaqbgEI0c/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023212738379751586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYJXxZXoKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YEaaqbgEI0c/s320/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Terrrence declaring his undying love to a fellow classmate. A certain Miss K (rhymes with Aaron).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYJ7RZXoLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6DHclvzycKA/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023213348265107634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYJ7RZXoLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6DHclvzycKA/s320/DSC01714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Suki demonstrating the effect of sitting in Terrrence's kenari with too much sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYKPxZXoMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CN6o_31iPTk/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023213700452425922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYKPxZXoMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CN6o_31iPTk/s320/DSC01741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Suki showing off her love for veges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYLVRZXoOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TsOfQmXL2k4/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023214894453334242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYLVRZXoOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TsOfQmXL2k4/s320/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lydia and the Ladle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lydia luvs her bak kut teh indeed, so much so she needs to use a soup ladle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blogger is not liable for any forms of defamation that may arise from the pictures n the captions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYKohZXoNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n9KEdzZ3OU8/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYOIBZXoPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/137kwP29fbs/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023217965354950898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYOIBZXoPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/137kwP29fbs/s400/DSC01755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not just any Bak Kut Teh. Authentic Klang Bak Kut Teh!!! Yeap. we drove all the way dere after class. For the love of FOOD. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To qoute my fridge magnet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seize the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not grieve over the past for it is gone. Do not worry about the future for it has yet to come. As long as it is called today, live this day as if it were ur last and you will find each day worth living for.&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;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-^^-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/13909358-116830522623719606?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/116830522623719606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=116830522623719606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/116830522623719606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/116830522623719606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-carpe-diem.html' title='2007: Carpe Diem'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ddfvwjt0WKg/RbYI0BZXoJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FeJ5zUtKHdc/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-116438160240924483</id><published>2006-11-24T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:14:35.626Z</updated><title type='text'>A Friday Unlike Any Other...</title><content type='html'>Yeap. I noe I haf abandoned my blog for a long time. No need to be reminded! ( u noe who u are.. *bleh*) Been super duper bz trying to be a GUUUD law student, studying and what not. So I can't be blamed!!! My abandonment is for a valid and good reason albeit only a SUBSTANTIALLY truthful one...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, haven't been very inspired to blog lately..if u cld see the list of unfinished posts I haf u'd get wad I mean. Loadsa ideas but unsure of how to potray them or a disruption in the flow of inspiration. sigh... the things bloggers hafta go thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how crappy this post may turn out, I ABSOLUTELY hafta blog abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday, 24-11-2006 10:33am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we witnessed the impossible. History in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/603502/PB240053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/97501/PB240053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* Kat's first attempt at CS!!!! was goin to wait for my A.KAT post to put this..but i simply couldn't contain myself! No Cam tricks here. Dis is the real deal, this pic is evid , Ms Comp illeterate-still using diskette-was excited when she finally managed to log into her email acc, seen here looking extremely enthusiastic about her first CS experience. Unaware of what lay ahead...of course wtv surprises were in store for her was only to our detriment. Wat ensued in her hr of CS-ing, was fairly predictable. Complete with screaming n hand slapping of neighbouring gamers. Inevitably we had to cover our faces to avoid the stares from other gamers who thought she was really being murdered...*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the hr was pure torture to our ears...Kat was jumping for joy and declared " I killed Nic!!!!". Knew we would never hear the end of it, but heck, after an hr of a killing drought...I guess she deserves to be over-the-top excited abt her only 'victim'. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; for those who want a more in depth account of wat took place, do approach Wee Hoo. lol! awww...u noe how much we wuv u kitty kat! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..it wasn't just a first for Kat, it was also a first for me n Rissa. We had time to kill, so we thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;Though it really didn't seem like it was Rissa's first attempt at CS cos she was soo darn good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/92513/PB240052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/569622/PB240052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sifu teaching me CS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always wondered why this game was soo appealing to those who come across it. So I thought I'd jus give my 2 cents worth here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Game:&lt;/span&gt; Counter- Strike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Objective:&lt;/span&gt; As a player, ure either a terrorist or a counter-terrorist. The terrorist has 4 mins to plant a bomb and as the counter-terrorist you hafta stop them from doing so. Not quite sure how it works...but dats the storyline given to me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm supposed to kill as many ppl from the other side as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; I must confess..aside from the troublesome mouse ctrl, I reaally enjoyed the game!! The 'killing' bit was REALLY fun, it's sooo fulfilling when you get to 'kill'..(sound like some psycopath but u get d point.) It sure sucked how often I got killed...but hey. I 'killed' Nic too!!! and more than once..teehee...will prob wanna play it again!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After CS we went for a mini futsal match organised by the law society. With the hectic Yr 2 schedule rearing it's ugly head...it was refreshing to be doin summin other than being buried in piles of books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/855576/PB240063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/851847/PB240064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/422019/PB240064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/827417/PB240065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/973676/PB240065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the guyz playing 'serious' futsal....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/824645/PB240068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/119617/PB240068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me taking my job as score-keeper very seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/949647/PB240061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/589455/PB240061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/389623/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/418589/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/933662/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/602583/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bond ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/346619/PB240070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/749172/PB240070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/962701/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/488901/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and meet new people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 2nd attempt at futsal was certainly unlike the first! besides witnessing more injuries and chaos..I honestly didn't enjoy it as much as I did the first time and I sure noe why! So my opinion of this game remains unwavered! Had fun anyhoo! even though it was jus 15mins in a court filled with screaming girls.... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;summin random to end the post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/902329/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/107215/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 guyz crammed into the backseat of Varun's car like a tin of sardines.(cow on nic's lap too!!!) but they seem to be enjoying it...hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/1600/235128/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1503/1242/320/938665/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrew disappeared frm class the whole day to reappear with this shirt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-^^-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-116438160240924483?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/116438160240924483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=116438160240924483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/116438160240924483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/116438160240924483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-unlike-any-other.html' title='A Friday Unlike Any Other...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-116152366894604115</id><published>2006-10-28T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T06:59:05.800Z</updated><title type='text'>A night of talents...</title><content type='html'>Dunno y but for d past few wks I've been feeling jus a lil blue...=( Am sooo glad dat I got to go to 'Free Flow' last week. Totally enjoyed myself and it worked great to lift my spirits~ hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Free Flow'- an open mic concept for comedy whereby people can come and show off their talent for a minimal donation fee of RM10. nope. I didn't pay to humiliate myself on stage. but yeap. I sure as hell went to support my friends who were performing!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For jus RM 10 I laughed the most I've ever laughed and enjoyed myself the most I've ever enjoyed myself, at Actor's. Totally hafta attribute this to the fact that CBK, JenBear and Faisal were on stage!!! ehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.basically this is wad went down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: forgive moi for the quality of the pix&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm no pro photographer, didn't use no SLR to take pix&lt;br /&gt;2.They were moving&lt;br /&gt;3. No flash.&lt;br /&gt;=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBK opened the show with their dancing moves, explaining to the audience the link between seemingly 'original' music video choreography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY did dey impress with their amazing dancing skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyband imitations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and er..'private-grabbing' skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210194.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed n cheered to the max with every new song...I was practically like sum crazed fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Den it was Jenny Bear's turn to shine, n so he did.n very brightly too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his usual, non-sensical way he started of his act. Sharing his views on today's youth in the most amusing way. It's amazing how fast he can talk with a mixture of english and malay in his sentences. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, his 'MTV Cribs' scene totally left me in stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...showing the entrance to his 'crib'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...crawling into his 'crib'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...showing off his 'mummy-style' bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite wad u think JenBear, I really don't laugh at comedy with ease..so yeah wen I sed I laughed alot at u, u shld noe how gd u were *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After him it was sum weird uncle. To be perfectly honest, he started out quite promising, n den he got too draggy, boring and predictable.&lt;br /&gt;(btw, my opinion of him was not d LEAST BIT affected by the fact that he was insulting korean dramas, unlike wad Shaz tot...*hhmph*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/uncle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/uncle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uncle showing us how to speak foreign languges by distorting our face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBK's 2nd Skit was just as gr8 as their first! Everyone was perfect for their role!!wow...never knew Mun Joon looked dat gd in a dress..ekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210238.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210238.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rishaad as the hilarious drunken priest, Mun Joon da 'hawt' fren of the deceased, Matt d pathetic kid, Ronnie d...wat ah? ( didn't quite catch his character, hehe..) &amp;amp; Niggy as d husband of the deceased ( how could ANYONE miss dat *rolls eyes*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the newbies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack the 'big guy'...I tot it was damn kewl how he kept making 'big guy' jokes. Even kewl-er, I later found out he was a fren of Marissa's, a high skool fren I bumped into after the show who I haven't seen in YEARS!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/zack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/zack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing the show...FAISAL!!!!!! he was soooooo nervous!!! hehe...but I knew his sarcastic humour would pull him through and of course it did, with a BANG! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PA210245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PA210245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/faisal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/faisal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Super proud of me fwens!!!!! They totally left me in stitches and tears. The last few plays I watched at Actor's didn't even come CLOSE. Truth is, I hardly laugh at any comedy but well, they worked their magic. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. think sum ppl tot I was crazy ( mb not as crazy as Shaz, wad with her cat hat n all..), heck wads throwing my reputation for me buddy-poos...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-116152366894604115?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/116152366894604115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=116152366894604115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/116152366894604115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/116152366894604115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-of-talents.html' title='A night of talents...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115986733119822192</id><published>2006-10-03T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:21:32.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;when it all began&lt;br /&gt;When I started realising you're no longer the person I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to that warm smile and friendly voice that used to greet me?&lt;br /&gt;The ones that have been replaced by a cold shoulder and foreign 'Hello'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we talk like we used to,&lt;br /&gt;Act like we used to&lt;br /&gt;What was different then that was now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how you have singled me out,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your intentions were and I would never know,&lt;br /&gt;But it doensn't matter because what you did was hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about how we used to be,&lt;br /&gt;To see how we've become&lt;br /&gt;Did everything mean nothing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;To pretend that I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;To force a smile and say I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;To know that you were the one who could make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you were also the one who made me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;To have to guess what I mean to you,&lt;br /&gt;Because you only call when you seem interested,&lt;br /&gt;But you leave me in the dark when you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can't seem to hate you,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could, if it means that I can forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you at all,&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I blame me for making myself vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;For letting my guard down and allowing myself to believe that this time round things would be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was in denial,&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by what I wanted to see,&lt;br /&gt;Not realising that I never meant anything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears that I've cried cannot be returned&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I've felt erased,&lt;br /&gt;Since you have chosen to exclude me from your life,&lt;br /&gt;I can only say thanks for the memories and wish you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115986733119822192?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115986733119822192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115986733119822192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115986733119822192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115986733119822192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-when-it-all-began-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115937028050614901</id><published>2006-09-27T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:18:19.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye is Hard to Do</title><content type='html'>The end of summer brings about the start of a new academic year, many of my friends haf left for uni. Although there's always the promise of visits and probability of crossing paths again, in reality things are easier said then done. So it would be rather accurate to say that I probably wouldn't be seeing them in a LONG time. It's a relief that I still sumhow manage to keep in contact with friends who haf left earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, this is an inevitable part of life. People moving on and going their seperate ways. Friends have always been an important part of my life and dats why I've always found goodbye to be one of the most dreaded words in the dictionary. But with departure comes arrival, so all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is always bitter-sweet. The bitter parting but the sweet anticipation of new possibilities. High School grad was difficult, as I had to part ways with people I had known for years! Thrust into a new environment, away from my 'safe' haven ( not literarily safe because high school had it's share of politics n my high school in particular had LOADS, but safe in the sense dat everyone knew everyone so u dun hafta work extra hard in the socialising circle..)At the same time I was eager to start my 'new' life....but sumtimes when I think abt how we have lost contact, it gets pretty depressing.Dats y I was always get pretty excited to be reunited with my ol peers at any event!&lt;br /&gt;College graduation was just as tough, although I would still be in the same campus I had to part ways with frens I saw more often than my family. Was really difficult getting used to not seeing their faces every single lesson, break and outing...*sob*mb it's the closeness that I had with my college mates dat made the start of uni feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it wasn't too long til I warmed up to my uni mates and yeah the 8mths with them has been great!! But then with the end of 1st yr, I will be parting ways with sum of 'em...sighh&lt;br /&gt;Dats not all I've had to say goodbye to. With the end of the final year production, it's the end of my relationship with SPA so to speak...everyone goin their own seperate ways , back to their busy lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so sad how we hardly see each other again, the time we spent together haf become nothing but fading memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT. I'm never the person to sit around and watch all my friends leave and forget me, so I always try my best to stay in touch and meet as often as poss. =P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say you only find your true friends in uni, friends for life, I say the friends ( friends from whichever part of ur life) that still stick by u when ur in uni, those are ur true friends, ur friends for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a lil tribute to my friends who haf left or will be leaving the country for uni this summer...&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9150090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lukas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally..I noe I've told u dat I'd dedicate a post to u but it jus never materialised. So here it is..ok so mb it's not an entire post but it's a huge chunk of it! hehe..n ur first too! so there. Since ure prob enjoying urself in Paris with Lydia now, u prob wouldn't mind much la..cheh..=P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr Lukas Lim. Mr know-it-all.Cambridge Student. Ex-PL4 class rep. Softie.Thorn among the roses. Banned from singing and using the word 'yo'. dat is DEFINITELY not all there is to this fella. He's also an unconditional fren. oh. not to mention a lil known talent he has of..MAKING SKIS!!The perfect person to torment, hurl insults and practice ur sarcasm! *sigh* aren't we all lost without u??mwahaha..My Big Bro frm PL4. Now dun start kembang-ing ur head ah but..damn. he's smart. puh-leese..Cambridge acceptance sez it all no? or else he'd prob be heading to Oxford or summin..teehee..Dang. there isn't anything we can't talk abt, from life to studies to crapping..wow. damn encouraging too, u noe I wouldn't haf auditioned last yr without ur support! ohoh...totally admire how u manage to cope with the whole long distance thing with Lydia..amazing. If I ever need tips, I noe who to look for! haha (dun think I need to go on la, my prez already sez it all no?=P) In short, thanx 4 making dat 1 &amp; half yrs of college so darn unforgettable!!! frm the court trip to Christmas to Melaka. xie xie!! All d best surviving in the uni where ppl walk ard with poker sticks stuck up their *u noe where* haha..remembered wad u promised us!!! no turning into 1 of 'em!!! til nxt yr! good day sir! -^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'Ka Che'!!! Frm DragonBall cards in Sayfol til now, I've known u for like ever!! well..at least technically..hehe..Ok. So we only started talking during French but hey, dat didn't stop us frm becoming gd frens at once!! My mistake for thinking u were 'quiet n nice' cos u noe how talkative n mean u r!! lol! But really thanks 4 everything *hug*...esp. for taking the trouble to stay in touch, even if it meant having to be my personal driver!! hehe.. SUPER DUPER gd fren leh..I mean who else would specially import HK char siew pau ?? n allow me to call him a 'sister'? *evil grin* All d best at Imperial n dun 4get d shopping spree u owe me wen I visit u in London nxt yr!! hehe..-^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P6040022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/3223650137896l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/3223650137896l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't believe we were sworn enemies for the last 2 yrs of primary, pulling at each other's hair, scream fest n fighting over..hmm..u noe *wink*..n jus see where we are now. U, me n Jayne make the 'Awesome Threesome'!! bwhahah...thanks 4 being there for me and I'm glad that after all the rotten guys u had to go through u found the right one. Hope everything stays pic-perfect for u n Andrew!!*hug* btw..sorry our lil beach trip didn't happen, but hey there's always London 2007!! Gd Luck in Imperial!! not dat u need it neway...*grumble*-^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/31072006118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/31072006118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Krys (the lawyer in the middle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;D brightest most hardworking gal in Year1 Cohort 2!!! u do noe ur goin to be my role model for yr 2 ya? Am goin try to be as 'Krys' as I can be!!hehe..really admire ur juggling skills..mooting, assignments &amp;amp; exams all at one go n u did fab in all!! Was sooo happy for u wen d called out ur name for best speaker..totally deserving. I haf no doubt dat ur future is one hell of a BRIGHT one!! Thanx 4 being such a fab fren! Will miss u n our talks abt hot celebs! hehe..all d best in Eng n when I cya in a yr, we WILL be goin for our tea n scones session!! -^^- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/may%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/may%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my 'bitchy-look' pic sifu!! hehe...took me a while to master the art of taking pix like u do, but with ur useful tips, I'm getting there! haha! Steph. The girl that would get u pissing in ur pants with one of her 'bitchy' stares. BUT dun be mistaken!! dats jus her front! Tis true, once u get to noe her she's really nice. So dun jump to conclusions wen u see her for the first time! hehe..i'm glad I didn't. Not to mention her KILLER fashion sense, wherever she goes ppl postively STARE!! All d best in Reading babe! Haf a gr8 time n we'll b doin loadsa catching up wen I join u dere nxt yr!! *bitch stare* lol! -^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Li Wen- Wendy, Betty, Sexy!!! hehe..omg dis gal is so dang CUUUTE!!!( darn comp died on me so I couldn't put a pic here.will post it nxt time n u'll get wa di mean) But she's soooooo quiet dat I didn't quite get to noe her till the end of the year. She's so nice n helpful!! omg..owe u much for both assessed work ,cutie! Will never ever forget her reaction when I first mentioned Eric Bana!! *kawaii* tk care n all d best at Reading, gal!!-^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9260137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9260137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last but DEFINITELY not least, my Ping Ping jie. She's abt the most fabulous person I noe, so understanding and caring. SUPER SWEET!!!* sigh* there's jus so much to her. She's always ALWAYS there for me and there's one person I'd miss most from our class it'd hafta be her!!*sob* Surprised she's still single though...u better grab ur guai lou once ur in Eng ah, Ping!!!hehe..Will Miss u SOOO SOO MUCH!! Dunno wad to do without u..*sob* All d best in Reading, da mei nui!! dun 4get abt the leng chai list u promised me oh! LUV YA!!!! *hug*-^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loadsa luv, hugz n kisses to all!! Will miss u guyz loads!! n to all the GIS-ians who left and I haven't mentioned (cos too darn many ppl..ehehe) . Tk care y'all, all d best n we shall be  reunited in England nxt yr!!! yay!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-^^-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115937028050614901?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115937028050614901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115937028050614901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115937028050614901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115937028050614901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/09/saying-goodbye-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Saying Goodbye is Hard to Do'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115859450052093950</id><published>2006-09-23T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:15:30.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Play, Another Perspective</title><content type='html'>Before I start this post..totally need to VENT!!!!!! I HATE DRIVING IN SG. BULOH!!! HATE sum of the blardy drivers there even more!!!!!! Sg. Buloh. famous for its notorious jams.Driving ard here in the morning is INSANE, it's kinda become routine to me. But, today I met with the biggest JERK on the road ever. As I was driving on my lane sum mpv cut into my lane. On any occassion, the RIGHT thing to do wen u cut into another person's lane is to indicate and give a polite hand gesture so u would be allowed into the lane. Now u see. This blardy faggot, starting cursing at me and pointing out that I had nearly hit his car and he followed up by showing off both his wonderful middle fingers. I would have turned away n ignored this primitive display of emotion, but was so shocked by it that my eyes had widened n frozen in disbelieve. To top it off, the entire car was filled with apes in office attire who turned around to stare n jeer at me as soon as dat idiot's car got in front of me. So here was this girl driving alone in her kenari with prominently displayed 'P' stickers vs an mpv with a bunch of working bozos. tsk tsk disgraceful. With those type of drivers around and we wonder why some people get beaten to death while driving....to this abominably rude man: gd luck driving around Malaysia, where road bullies are abundant! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*takes in deep breath* NEWAYS...back to my precious post..ehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months of preperation. Sleepless nights. Buckets of tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comes down to three nites. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SPA's Final Year Production&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mousetrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drama is my passion. I always said if it were ever possible, I would've pursued an acting career. Sounds silly I know, but DAT is how much I lurve Drama. In Yr 11 the only class I ever really looked fwd to was Drama class (well, with the exception of History class). Whenever I'm acting, I just get this natural high. Am super obssesed with Drama I noe.. It's this passion that drove me into auditioning for last yr's play and to subsequently be part of SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years final production not only marks my 1st Anniversary with SPA, it is also my second and last production with SPA. If all goes as planned I will be taking off for England nxt yr and won't even be around to watch the next production, let alone be part of it. A year with SPA has taught me ALOT, my closest frens told me they've noticed changes in me ever since I've become a part of SPA. It has been a significant part of my life, and so haf the friends I've made through it. I really appreciate the whole SPA experience, the good, bad and ugly. It's all abt learning and growing from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since the 'Importance of Being Earnest' and this time round, I'm dealing with the play from a whole new perspective. Believe me, I'd do anything to be the one on stage..sighh..super duper upset dat i couldn't be on stage..&lt;br /&gt;But But!! being backstage is kinda interesting and where there's stuff to be learnt, there isn't much for me to complain. Besides, being part of the crew = making more frens!!! I've only met some of them the day be4 the play and we've hit it off in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9150065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9170125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9170125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Diane&lt;/span&gt;- wonderful wonderful super kewwwwwl mother hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Safira&lt;/span&gt;- frankenstein in love!!!! gavin yap!! sorry abt ur hp though..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jian Wyn&lt;/span&gt;- Gr8 job with the stage! btw..really cute with curls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9140064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9140064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Behonce (NOT beyonce) &lt;/span&gt;- damn cuute la u! totally saved our life with the phone!! thanx!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;- d aunty aunty wan. ehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;May Ann&lt;/span&gt;- costume hunting!!!n d gal who gave herself away as 'mafia' becos of her bangles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9170112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9170112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wai Sum&lt;/span&gt;- my personal make up artist. gave me sum dang good tips on how to make my eyes look bigger too!! ehehe..=P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9150072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Joe-Joey-Juice&lt;/span&gt; - My 'musical' buddy!! Thanx 4 all d help with bookings n stuff!! (sorry Ms. Sundra has started nagging u! haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9160099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9160099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lennard&lt;/span&gt;- poser..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N of course there were some who I got closer to..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9150067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yen Tink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9140060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9140060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's not forget those I've known since last yr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9140054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9140054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Shazzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9150075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9170106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9170106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9150069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9150069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Foos-Foos-Foosey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9170121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9170121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Matty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9170111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9170111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jenny Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P9160103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P9160103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - emcee extrodinaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;starting to feel a lil empty now dat everything is coming to an end.*sigh* But the experience has jus been gr8 n it has been (literally albeit sappy-ly) life changing. One thing is for sure though, no matter wat I'm totally goin to be joining the Drama club when I go over to Reading nxt yr! Just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can't live without summin dats a part of me now can I? *wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-^^-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115859450052093950?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115859450052093950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115859450052093950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115859450052093950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115859450052093950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-year-another-play-another.html' title='Another Year, Another Play, Another Perspective'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115900279501594302</id><published>2006-09-23T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:13:15.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is being 'blur' an excuse ?</title><content type='html'>nothing much to say. Read &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lukaslim"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lukas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s blog....well explained! ehehe..=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115900279501594302?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115900279501594302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115900279501594302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115900279501594302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115900279501594302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-being-blur-excuse.html' title='Is being &apos;blur&apos; an excuse ?'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115811730885841873</id><published>2006-09-13T03:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:08:11.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile even though it's breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you just smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you just smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish it were dat simple. Dat all it took was a smile to cast my troubles away...the past few days has been hectic...right after exams I had to dive into the final production. Which is jus btw..2 days away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/mousetrapsmaller.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/mousetrapsmaller.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Neone interested in comin? jus gimme a ring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much stuff to prepare and other problems piling up, I'm trying my best to remain positive. Yesterday was jus the peak of it all...I couldn't attend a dinner I had spent months waiting for and planning..as much as I was upset about it, I knew what consequences it would have on me if I had left practice early. Considering how the lecturers do not have very high regards for me, leaving would have meant that ANY regard they had would have flown right out the window. my responsibility too, couldn't haf just left it incomplete! Hafta deal with it lo. But wad is most upsetting is dat i kinda felt that I've let my friends down...we were all loooking fwd to dat dinner, having not seen each other in months...not to mention Lukas will be leaving on Sat. Had even planned for Kat's bd surprise..oh well at least I'm glad they had a gr8 time! Dats all that matters!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of this, the whole thing isn't settling well with my mom...I'm having a cough n cold...lacking sleep (jus hope I dun fall horribly ill be4 d play or on the day) *sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Getting up at 6 everyday is jus insane. Only had 4 hrs of sleep yesterday and since I can't really get bak to sleep, figured I'd use my time to blog while searching for a 'suitable' backdrop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all for now..hafta get bak to backdrop searching, newspaper making and stressing over the stage..doin all this with a smile on my face of course, after all ' what's the use of crying?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115811730885841873?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115811730885841873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115811730885841873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115811730885841873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115811730885841873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-days-to-go.html' title='2 days to go...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115332167125549232</id><published>2006-08-05T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:33:44.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed.confused.pissed</title><content type='html'>First things first...&lt;br /&gt;Thanx sam!!! for d new blogskin..me really like it!! but er..I can't say the same for my profile...&lt;br /&gt;If u dun already noe this by now. I DIDN'T change my blogskin myself and I soooo DID NOT write my profile...wouldn't have called myself those nasty things...n no. I dun haf a thing for 4 ft tall prince charmings....*bleh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's been a while since I've had a post, to bitch n complain. With everything dats goin on now...I think it's pretty well deserved, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 1. first year finals are in weeks!! I can't believe how fast time flies, less than a year ago, I was totally stressed out with my A2 n now..it's my uni finals. I am freakin worried to say the least, being in the Jan intake, we haf less time to prepare for our exams and we only haf one shot. Crazy aint it?&lt;br /&gt;My trials was super duper crap, so I used it as a form of motivation to get me to work harder. BUT i'm seriously running outta time. Notes are incomplete, spent past two weeks moaning n groaning over assesed work....sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;Gd thing I'm officially on study leave...so I can jus pay attention on revising. Yeap. for the next few weeks i've gotta be super nerdy.super kiasu. =P (But with Hsia n famille flying down in less than a week...it's gotta take everything to keep me frm being distracted!!!!) Ganbate ne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks time our 1st yr will come to a conclusion. Wed was our last day of class...couldn't well without taking loadsa pix!!! hehe....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P8020004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P8020004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hotties of cohort 2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P8020014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P8020014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guyz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P8020021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/P8020021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found out Ms Sandy was leaving, so ere's a pic wit her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still kinda surreal that my first yr of uni will be soon coming to a conclusion. But I can't wait for this year to be over and done with....omg...am so excited to be doin International Law and an attachment with a firm!!!! With the extra time i'll be having, I'd be able to take korean lessons and gym too!!! woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;For now..back to reality..once I'm done with this post I hafta complete my tort notes...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Studies aside. I still hafta deal with SPA n the final year production. ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I'm not even sure about what I'm confused about. Had a talk with Shaz a few days back and continued with Sam n Em. I dunno if it's the stress talking, but I'm starting to question the choices that I've made. I'm starting to wonder about the purpose in everything I'm doing. I'm beginning to doubt stuff...yipes..I'm so confused I dun even noe wad I'm talking abt. Mb it was the talk at Zul Rafique, the lethal dose of reality the speaker there injected into me. I know I've never been to naive about the legal profession, but after the talk yesterday...I think I too might've haf been brainwashed by the sugar-coated tv series that glorify the profession and mask the truth behind the façade...I know for a fact that I'm not that naive, mb I was just in denial.. Wtv it was, it left me uninspired...uninterested, for the past few weeks maybe it was just how routine everything was becoming, that affected me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called an idealist, reminded that I will not be able to make human rights matter. Sad truth is..noone cares. It doesn't 'pay well enough' to be of significance I s'pose..It's not that I didn't forsee this...I've always known myself to be a realistic idealist. I know the odds are against me, but it's because of this that I haf the drive to defy convention. Then 'reality' comes into the picture; cynical and pessimistic. Leaving me demotivated and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's not dat bad now, faith has been restored since I've got me eyes on a gr8 law firm and if all goes well..I should b able to get myself an attachment there next year! *fingers crossed*I dunno how long I'll be hanging on to my 'idealistic human rights ambitions', but for now..dats where I'm heading...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 1. for the past few weeks I've only been pissed about the same thing...those who hear me ramble on n on day in day out should noe what I'm talking about. Wouldn't wanna put too much detail here, in case there r any backstabbers waiting to pounce on me for this...Just here to vent out my frustrations! Everyone has their bad days ( I jus haf more of em) and with my finals just round the corner..I'm SOOO not in the mood to be around pushy, in-your-face and breathing-down-ur-neck people. super ANNOYING. damn PISSING OFF. They can do wtv they want, cos I dun care. Can't be bothered to waste my breath n time on such ignorant &amp;amp; inconsiderate ppl. As long as I have fulfilled my responsibility, I don't give a wooden nickel.There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I always find ways to cheer myself up! For today I decided to pamper myself with a nice lunch. Made spaghetti and mushroom soup.mmhmm... Who would've known cooking could be soo therapeautic...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.So much for the tiny things that tick me off. I am also pisssed about the state of the world. Who isn't? The middle east crisis is escalating like nobody's business and fresh pictures of innocent victims fill the pages of our daily newspapers. Horrible that at a time like this everyone else unaffected by this go on with their lives without as much as a thought about this people. I like most people am unable to contribute to this,but I am annoyed that the people who can, aren't doin anything. Giving useless comments and making worthless justifications for their actions. How spiteful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just hope that the conflict will be resolved or at the very least not involve this much bloodshed...it is a nightmare to be living in constant fear and for now, this is the reality for the people trapped in the centre of the conflict. Never knowing when a bomb may fall, not knowing whether or not every breath that they take will be their last. Not to sound preachy but I think it is at times like this where we should look at these people and reflect upon our own lives, learn to appreciate what we have. Although not all of us may haf the extra luxuries of life, we don't have to spend each waking moment worrying about whether it would be our last...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115332167125549232?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115332167125549232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115332167125549232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115332167125549232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115332167125549232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/08/stressedconfusedpissed.html' title='stressed.confused.pissed'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115173403660552956</id><published>2006-07-06T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:46:19.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 4 yrs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been 4 years since we've been introduced&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You taught me everything I needed to know, abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;perserverance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who matter the most.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the most amazing thing I've ever set my eyes and mind on&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could see you everyday and night, but sadly we only meet mostly during the weekends and always nearly too late in the night&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only you can make me laugh and cry at the same time&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What started as an infatuation has turned into an obssesion&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. mb I'm a little tooo mushy abt this, a *WEE* bit exaggerated perhaps?..compared to all the footie fans out there..I'm prob nthn much..but hey! I'm jus abt as passionate abt the game as most of d ppl out there! mb not as knowledgable but..I'm getting there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 yrs since I began to learn abt the bestest best sport in the world..FOOTIE!! ( or for y'all americans out there..soccer la.) Footie, the game where crying and hugging men are respected. I remember distinctly that it was the start of the 2002 World Cup (a time when it was practically a CRIME not to even haf a sligh bit of footie info)..The only team I was rooting for? Japan. an obvious choice considering how I was all jap-obssesed at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my intentions for wanting to know more abt may not entirely haf been pure *winks* I made an effort to learn as much as I could abt this game that seemed (at the time), so foreign to me. I've always hated the idea of possibly being labelled a bimbo who calls herself a 'footie fan' but knows nuts abt the game, except for 'how hot Beckham was', thus I was ever so determined to make myself a footie fan thru n thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From having Janyne to explain to me how Barthez could be playing for France while he was a Man Utd goalkeeper to understanding the definition of offside( c'est tres important to know!!) til knowing abt players their positions and how they play their parts in a team...Then from learning everything abt Leeds United to learning the reality of the world of football..When I found out that everything isn't as glorious as it seems on the surface.yeap. 4 yrs of observing this game has sure taught me loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just from the 2002 world cup alone..I've learnt quite a fair bit. What started as a Japan n Nakata only thing spread into something even bigger. I found myself being extremely outraged and emotional about Italy and Spain's sudden and unfair exits. Til today I haven't found a place in my heart to forget what had happened that led to their exits...in fact things really stick in ur head when u really want 'em to dun dey? I still remember the teams dat made it durin the last world cup n d things dat happened which most may haf forgotten..I guess I was so fascinated bak den dat every single thing remained engraved in my memory! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One player that I should credit most of my interest in this game to is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zizou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/ziz.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/ziz.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amazing player. Fantastic skills. Playmaker extrodinaire... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;approx. 4 yrs ago, in the wee hrs of the morning I attempted to stay up for my first 3 am match. Real Madrid v Feyenoord. I was supposed to be travelling bak to Taiping the next day so I was the only person left awake. Surprisingly, I survived the entire match without as much as yawning. What really kept me awake- the moments when Zizou got his share of the ball. Spectacular. The sight of Raul, Figo, Casillas n Hierro worked well when zizou didn't have ball possesion though..=P With the passion I haf for these players you can imagine how outraged I was when Real Madrid had an asian tour, where the ignorant fools they met during the tour practically ignored the real 'galacticos' for Beckham!!!! *fuming* Abt Real Madrid..I could go on forever...for now Zizou is all dat matters. It's sad to see Zizou retire for his club on such a low note. Dats why I hope he can achieve the ultimate before retiring for good- World Cup 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Having beaten Spain n Brazil, France seems to be on a roll. They are REALLY performing..so I'm hoping this goes on til the finals. Lifting the World Cup before retiring would be the perfect way for Zizou to end his career. A magnificent ending for a magnificent player. Voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igpwVQIbJXg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To end this post. A very meaningful article by a respected man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Football envy at the UN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talent, teamwork and a level playing field - it's no wonder we look up to the World Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kofi Annan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday June 12, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Guardian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup makes us at the UN green with envy. As the pinnacle of the only truly global game, played in every country by every race and religion, it is one of the few phenomena as universal as the UN. You could say it's more universal. Fifa has 207 members; we have only 191. But there are better reasons for our envy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is an event in which everybody knows where their team stands, and what it did to get there. They know who scored and how and in what minute of the game; they know who saved the penalty. I wish we had more of that sort of competition in the family of nations. Countries vying for the best standing in the table of respect for human rights, and trying to outdo one another in child survival rates or enrolment in secondary education. States parading their performance for all the world to see. Governments being held accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Millions of people around the planet love talking about the World Cup. In Paraguay fans will be picking over that own goal; in Japan they will be debating strategies for today's contest with Australia. Everywhere people are dissecting the games, revealing an intimate knowledge of their own teams and many others. Tongue-tied teenagers suddenly become eloquent and dazzlingly analytical. I wish we had more of that sort of conversation in the world at large: citizens consumed by the topic of how their country could do better on the Human Development Index, or exercised about how to reduce carbon emissions or HIV infections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The competition takes place on a level playing field, where every country has a chance to participate on equal terms. Only two commodities matter: talent and teamwork. I wish we had more levellers like that in the global arena. Free and fair exchanges without the interference of subsidies, barriers or tariffs. Every country getting a real chance to field its strengths on the world stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The World Cup illustrates the benefits of cross-pollination between peoples and countries. More and more national teams now welcome coaches from other countries, who bring new ways of thinking and playing. The same goes for the players who represent clubs away from home. They inject fresh qualities into their new team and are able to contribute more to their home side when they return. In the process, they often become heroes in their adopted countries - helping to open hearts and minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish it were equally plain for all to see that human migration in general can create triple wins - for migrants, for their countries of origin, and for the societies that receive them. Migrants not only build better lives for themselves and their families, but are also agents of development - economic, social, and cultural - in the countries they go and work in, while they inspire with new-won ideas and knowhow when they return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Playing in the World Cup brings profound national pride. For countries qualifying for the first time - such as my native Ghana - it is a badge of honour. For those doing so after years of adversity - such as Angola - it provides a sense of national renewal. And for those who are currently riven by conflict, but whose World Cup team is a unique and powerful symbol of national unity - such as Ivory Coast - it inspires nothing less than the hope of national rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Which brings me to what is perhaps most enviable of all for us in the UN: the World Cup is an event in which we see goals being reached. I'm not talking only about the goals a country scores; I also mean the most important goal of all - being there, part of the family of nations and peoples, celebrating our common humanity. I'll try to remember that today as Ghana play Italy in Hanover. Of course, I can't promise I'll succeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZr9SGnNH-g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ABsolutely LURVE this Adidas ad dat features all d major players..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s. today..er..yesterday wasn't excactly d best of days...so me is hoping that France's win can cheer me up! well..off for my 2 hr nap now..oyasumi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-^^-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115173403660552956?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115173403660552956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115173403660552956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115173403660552956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115173403660552956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-4-yrs.html' title='It&apos;s been 4 yrs....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-115044125040639727</id><published>2006-06-16T07:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:52:24.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for 'Chocolate'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/KG800_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;While flipping thru the pages of the newspaper yesterday I stumbled on the most incredible thing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was absolutely mesmerizing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thought it might've been joke.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I saw.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I SAW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lgmobile.com.my/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LG's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;KG800 'Chocolate' that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/KG800_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/KG800_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I simply couldn't contain myself...the phone dat I saw on youtube, the very one Hyun Bin was advertising.. is now available in Malaysia!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not much of a tech savvy person so this is DEFINITELY NOT a phone review...here's a &lt;a href="http://www.mobile88.com.my/mobilegallery/phonereview.asp?phone=LG_KG800&amp;pg=review&amp;amp;prodid=1003&amp;cat=25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; rd though..This is just me rambling on abt a phone I wanna own SOO bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;As far as I'm concerned this phone has all the essential functions and to top it off, a superb design!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.3 megapixel cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/7a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/7a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/7a.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/7a.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mp3 player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A hidden display and a touchpad that glows red when activated which then becomes 'invisible' when not in use"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's not only stylish..it boasts touch sensitive controls that is kinda like da tech dey use in elevators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'Chocolate' is MAJOR Popular in Korea..as far as I noe they've already come out with a 'White Chocolate' Version and a new 'Black Label II Chocolate'. So I'm thinking..this ain't goin to be the only 'Choco' out in Malaysia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/7057_large.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/7057_large.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'White Chocolate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/7814_large.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/7814_large.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Black Label II'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is but one...ok mb 2 major flaws with the phone, it only has a 128 mb memory space (without an expandable memory slot) and its *gasp* PRICE! At Rm 1499 it's difficult to understand y anyone should buy this phone over a 3G nokia hp or a Sony Erricsson..da topic of my bro's lectures ever since my obssession started..=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Den again I must admit that my obssesion with this phone mite SLIGHTLY be due to the fact that Hyun Bin endorses this phone..GUILTY!! but den again dats y dey haf celebs advertising, no? *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I absolutely LURVE this phone and haf pretty much made my mind up on getting this phone or any 'Chocolate' dat mb out in the near future..not dat i'd be able to get it anytime soon neway (since my justification for getting a new phone is for use in Eng), having to wait for a price drop and saving up as well * sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thing is, I haven't seen the actual phone and according to my bro I may not like it as much after I do...*eeeekkss* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For now, I can only ogle over the pix and drool over da ads...( I can b quite the bimbo sumtimes *doosh*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpNSf0s6uwA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Korean version of the 'Chocolate' ad feat. Hyun Bin, Daniel Henney &amp;amp; Kim Tae Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/2a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/2a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yummiest &amp;amp; most expensive bar of chocolate ( at the mo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-^^-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-115044125040639727?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/115044125040639727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=115044125040639727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115044125040639727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/115044125040639727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/06/craving-for-chocolate.html' title='Craving for &apos;Chocolate&apos;'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114969566353366782</id><published>2006-06-07T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:54:36.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bz Bz as a B...</title><content type='html'>lame title..dun shoot me for dat...spending more than 6 hrs in da lib buried in law books really does summin to ur head.&lt;br /&gt;Hate to break a blogging cold spell with a whiny post but..sigh..evidently my life has been turned on hectic gear ( mind u this is not my excuse for not blogging in over a mth..well at least it's not da ONLY excuse ler..my posting thingymabob has loadsa uncompleted posts..can't seem to finish a proper post, blogger's blog I s'pose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With trials in less than 4weeks, unfinished notes, 2 assesed written work, 1 non-assesed, bunch-a-tutorials and SPA's final production..me finks me haf every rite to complain eh? =P&lt;br /&gt;I hate how procrastination seems to triumph over me everytime! I've tried..I haf!!! well..kinda..to start as early as possible...but I keep hitting a block everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My punishment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  started with a MERE episode of 'My Lovely Kim Sam Soon' a day and now dat time isn't excactly on my side, coupled with da fact dat i hafa only 4 discs left to go, I've been reduced to half an hr a day!!! simply horrid..*sulk* I hafta use all my will power just to keep myself away frm da very irresistable Hyun Bin (n da rather gorgeous Daniel Henney too)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;..Knowing how powerless I am to the sight of the my comp, bed and the 'My Lovely Sam Soon' vcd boxset..I had to take extreme measures to overcome these temptations! Thus the library has become my second home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if the library is da MOST effective way for me to study, but it sure beats trying to study in da comfort of my room (*sob*) It's not all DAT bad really..there's summin abt walking out of the library in da evening..kinda gives u dat feeling of an accomplishment! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking sleep and entertainment, n all dat at da beginning of my 5 week intensive routine! I'm&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations for SPA's final yr production haf already begun..After 11 days of auditions we've finally completed our cast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo SOO excited to start practices n stuff...totally reminiscing abt last yr's production..how time flies!! cept this yr i'll b seeing it frm a WHOLE NEW perspective. I'll b watching da play get pieced together bit by bit, from da start to da 3 night shows! interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help feeling a lil bummed abt it though...not dat me feeling this way is in anyway related to the play per se... goin thru the preparations for the final production has led to a shocking realisation. It just occured to me dat my involvement in last yr may well be d last time I'd ever get to be on stage ever again...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. This yr I am involved with staging the play, this alone has a massive amount of workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. even if dat wasn't the case, my 1st yr finals r at the end of August ( peak of practices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Next yr I'll be goin to England. I SERIOUSLY doubt I'd be able to do anything drama related..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Drama has always been my passion, one of the best times I had in highschool were during drama classes...&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like the high you get when ure performing in front of the audience. No better sense of self-fulfilment than when u finally manage to pull off a challenging character. Jus thinking abt being unable to do something I love so much is just soo depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Well since my exams r freakin near...dun think it's too early to start thinking abt wad to do once I'm done! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Join a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Organising the Human Rights thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114969566353366782?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114969566353366782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114969566353366782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114969566353366782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114969566353366782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/06/bz-bz-as-b.html' title='Bz Bz as a B...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114874096758843437</id><published>2006-05-27T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:42:47.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip 1st week anniversary!!!!</title><content type='html'>oh my...how time flies!! It has officially been a week since our Genting Trip! i noe i'm not jus speaking for myself when I sed we had a GR8 TIME!!!!!! but dun bug me abt da post...still pending pix frm Ping. Promise to haf da post up once i get 'em! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf an enjoyable weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiko -^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114874096758843437?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114874096758843437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114874096758843437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114874096758843437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114874096758843437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/05/genting-trip-1st-week-anniversary.html' title='Genting Trip 1st week anniversary!!!!'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114622718898206919</id><published>2006-04-28T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:45:30.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet nite at the theatres....NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 27th April 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Last nite, we all made a pact to blog abt our nite out. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/stephaine_t/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilyq.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://eden-ate.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has kept to their word, time for me to type up my part! hehe...as u noe..I'm not excactly a 'speed' blogger so er...i'll hafta try my best n do this ASAP..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To watch 'Habeas Corpus' with me uni mates at Actor's and have dinner before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/HCPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/HCPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outcome:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;OUTRAGEOUS FUUUNNN!!!!n before the play even started! ?*lol* Wat was supposed to be a 'dinner &amp;amp; play' outing turned out to be so much more! Dressed to the nines we had a wheel of a time, totally enjoyed ourselves to the max and in da process REALLY bonded!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6:30pm&lt;/span&gt; On our way to BSC. Mish had decided to abandon her empty crisps packet in the streets of Bangsar thru the window of Sam's car. Embarassed by her actions, we had to keep our heads in front to avoid the accusing eyes of the driver in the car behind us. Since the view in the front wasn't anything spectacular, we decided to experiment with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;managed to get this on 2nd attempt!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7pm:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meet up with Steph. Em reveals plans to get Mish drunk, seconded by the rest of us. We settled for ' La Bodega' a decision largely affected by Mish's argument dat if she were to be drunk for the first time she'd much prefer it to be in a more attractive sounding ' La Bodega' as opposed to 'Chili's'. Point well made indeed!hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7:15pm:&lt;/span&gt; Surprised to see ' La Bodega' flowing on a weekday evening! We had no choice but to sit at the bar, quite liked de idea actually...besides the fact that we couldn't interact much with each other..sitting on da bar was pretty kewl actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010156.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010156.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010157.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010157.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;trying really hard to decide on drinks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;steph getting excited by a *erhem* fountain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We muffled Mish's cry for mocktails by ordering a jug of 'Sea Breeze' cocktail to go around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;----- the bartender n our personal waiter Brother Naveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sea Breeze Cocktail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'innocent' Mish looking apprehensive abt the drink.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While waiting for the food to arrive, we gave a toast to ' 1st Class Honours' ( to which the table behind us attempted to upstage us with a v.loud 'YAM SEEEEENG', pfft is so rite Mish..*wink*). We chatted &amp; laughed our hearts out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010160.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010160.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being the 'hardworking' person dat I am, I couldn't miss the opportunity to learn d art of 'Biatchy-Side Profile' pix frm my 'sifu'..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sifu n her "getting better with each pic" disciple..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7:45pm&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Food had arrived. Dora had came to join us! More fuun!! hooray!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;holding my drink (with up-ped alcohol) in an attempt to swap it with Mish's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FREE SANGRIA!!!!!!! da bartender gave us free sangria..whoa..super nice! wonder is it was Steph (oozing sexuality) or Em (free show) *winks* who made the material contribution. Mb it was da combined power of us all...*BWHAHAHAAHAAH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010164.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010164.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sangria on da hse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010165.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010165.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010165.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010165.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The driving forces behind the free sangria...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; WAKE UP CALL. *Gaaahhh*..Nearly got side track with our main aim.. Had to rush to Actor's to grab our tix. Barely got into the show in time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was pretty shocked at how liberated the show was...well, to b fair Dora did warn me dat the play was abt 'boobs' but still... actors running abt in their boxers, an actress in body-hugging lingerie, extremely suggestive lines and body language ? The play was mainly abt the sexual exploits of a family, hard to imagine wat would be left if it was filtered by the local censorship board (theatre doesn't get scrutinised by da censorship board)! Real eye opener though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Wicksteed's n their housekeeper, Mrs Swabb...the main characters of the play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one of the more provocative scenes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Image036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Image036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the highlight of the play, so much was happening on the stage dat I couldn't even blink for a second! one can't help but pity(&amp;amp; laugh at) the ignored suicidal Mr Purdue at the back...hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Rumpers talking to the trousers-less salesman..been missing since he first appeared!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr Wicksteed..in his deadly pose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;9:30pm&lt;/span&gt; 15 min break. Being the camwhores dat we were we wouldn't pass off a chance to take more pix...wherever it may be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be it in the toilet.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;outside the theatre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..with our tickets..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010173.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010173.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the theatre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/april%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/april%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;10:45pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Play over. Ended the night early as Steph needed to take off...=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010177.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010177.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one more pic be4 saying bye to Dowa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;11:15pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Driving towards Taylor's wen we spotted a night market. Quickly decided to stop n goooooo, figured since de nite was still young neway...some of us managed to pick up sum stuff on the way! *wink* We were making such a racket in the market (no ryhme intended) dat we turned quite a few heads! *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing like taking a walk in the night market after having such a gr8 time. Wat a way to end the nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as very well illustrated here..u can't take pix at nite with the flash covered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aftertots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So the plan to get Mish backfired and we didn't quite focus on the play.. Wat was important was dat it was a nite where we truly bonded n enjoyed ourselves...putting all our cares behind, forgetting the bitches in our lives and leaving d emotional burdens dat depress our daily lives...I had a fantastic time, as did all of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's to more to come....*CHEEEEEERSSSSS!!!!!!!* ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114622718898206919?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114622718898206919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114622718898206919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114622718898206919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114622718898206919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/04/quiet-nite-at-theatresnot.html' title='A quiet nite at the theatres....NOT!!!'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114517690154676821</id><published>2006-04-26T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:14:52.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SPA Inter-Prog Drama Competition...Officially OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>It's more than a week after the drama competition finals...still can't believe that it's all over....weeks of stress came down to that one nite.. I wouldn't say it went perfect, in fact there wasn't a moment when I could truly relax n enjoy da show. But heck, wat's important was dat it did sumwhat end on a rather high note *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the drama competition from an organiser's point of view is really an interesting experience...it's HARD WORK...but still..pretty fun. Being the organisers of an event has its perks...as sum of them would *erm* testify to this......*erhem*&lt;br /&gt;I noe those who were with me throughout the event would be expecting me to write a post dat's based entirely on a *certain* person...AHAH! i'm not DAT OBSSeSSed!! besides...i was influenced by Shaz n everyone else totally exaggerated everything!! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway...down to very SeRiOus blogging business...2 days of pre-lims led up to the finals. Purplebox was superb for a drama competition..too good I think...dats y the teams dat made it to the finals didn't fair as well in LT1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Day 1- Prelims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to secure Edwin Sumun, Gavin Yap &amp; Rashid Salleh as judges. A million thanx to Dora for helping me get Gavin ( n I am prettay sure da majority of the female audience thanx u too!! *wink*). I was super excited but extremely nervous at the same time, I've always held the opinion that local celebs tend to haf a certain 'air' abt dem &amp;amp; was fairly warned abt it too! This fuelled a fair amount of anxiety abt the judges in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They really were quite easygoing. esp Edwin ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No. they didn't arrive fashionably late. In fact I found myself in a fix wen Rashid &amp; Gavin came early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Before this 2 judges made sure I didn't address dem as 'Mr' the last one said 'Mr' made him sound like he was fifty..*eeks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They kept telling me to stop apologising..*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/drama%20competition%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/drama%20competition%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le 3 judges et Moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tots 4 dat day: Claypot Curse was SOOOO gd!!! n I think the highlight of the day was when all 3 judges sat in the centre and gave their comments, it was at dat point when I realised how worthwhile it was to organise the drama competition...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Day 2 - Prelims Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edwin Sumun &amp;amp; Gavin Yap returned as judges and Mark Teh completed the panel as the 3rd judge. Interesting thing I learnt abt Mark while I was fumbling backstage; he was an ex- Taylor's student n not jus any student but an A level's student too!! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/P1010111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/P1010111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The second day was a rather...umm..&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. Well for a number of pretty obvious reasons..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. *erhem* had lunch with Gavin.. STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL!! (he arrived early! couldn't well let a judges haf lunch on his own could I?? *innocent face* ) but dangit...LOADSA ppl wouldn't stop teasing me abt it. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Edwin came in with a striking wig! LOL..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dere was a grp dat did a parody of various films..yeap..Willy Wanker (no. dis isn't a typo it is Wanker not Wonka) was pretty darn funnay!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jo n JenBear did their play...*wow* they were GUD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Weird audiences, enthusiastically cheering whenever Gavin sed da four letter word...*hmm*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HORRIBLE ppl, teasing me non-stop about Gavin ( all I sed was he's kinda cute..not like I was da only person neway..*hhmph*) Since da pic I took with him da day be4 sumhow got deleted *rubs chin* ( I suspect t'was an act of jealousy...) it was only apropriate for me to take another one before he left!! teehee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Gavin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Me%20%26%20Gavin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..a strictly professional pic of me n judge Gavin Yap *lol*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...jus when i tot things couldn't get any worse..Yogi made a riduculous comment in front of Edwin!! so...Edwin began joining the 'fun', cept he took it a step further and teased me right in front of Gavin!!! (talk abt embarassed to the max!!! *faints*) My wonderful reputation as a Ms- very-professional...GONE! *gahhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Had dinner with Edwin n Gavin" A.C. Didn't get to talk to dem though..sumhow got pushed to the other end of the table *grumble*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Ed%20at%20AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Ed%20at%20AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..a rather adorable looking Edwin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Me%20&amp;amp;%20Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Me%20%26%20Ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..me &amp; Edwin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Tried my 2nd game of pool!!!hehe..Dora dragged me into dat...=P got expert help frm Ronnie n Rishaad too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Snooker%20Stick%20Ron.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Snooker%20Stick%20Ron.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my..er..mentor.. -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Groupsie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/Groupsie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GROUP PIC!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tots 4 dat day: although the part where the judges gave their comments was the best...i must confess that the highlight of the day has got to be...*drum roll* da hug frm Gavin *eeks* (dun shoot me..I am a girl afterall..-^^-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*****************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 15th April- FINALS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The night that I've been working my arse off for, has finally arrived..Things did not start out smoothly. I had a considerable number of bumps ( no need to get into specifics *sigh*; Dora, if ure reading this, a million hugz to u 4 saving my a** soo many times..). But as I ticked each performance off the programme, I became more and more relaxed...a lil sad too. Realised how soon everything would be over...*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Special nite..special numbers..I got 4 judges to come!!! Edwin came 4 all 3 days. Chae Lian, Kennie Dowle and Joanna Bessey joined da judging panel for da nite. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ere r sum pix to show how the finals went after the little hiccups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MC of da nite...Ronnie!!!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finalists....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1095.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1095.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1097.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1097.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Claypot Curse' - winner of Best Group Performance &amp; Best Performer went to the Chi Ku Teh man...very deserving I must say. Superb chemistry among characters, and extremely hilarious!! 1 really kewl thing abt this grp was dey barely made it into the finals n nearly didn't go thru da pre lims becos 1 team member was sick!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1098.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1098.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the..erm..Scrotumers...their name is jus as difficult to comprehend as their need for english accents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1102.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1102.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1102.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keadilan...presenting a story on strong women *yay!!*, this won them the 2nd Best group performance and one of em even bagged Best performer 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1106.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1106.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo n JenBear's piece...excellent story! Fabulous performance! sorry u guyz din win in the end.. Thought u guyz were great though!! Keep it up!!!! *hugz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances...&lt;/strong&gt;none of which I got to watch...*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1092.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1092.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1110.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1110.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1111.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1111.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Moment of truth...&lt;/span&gt; t'was rather refreshing to be da one observing the judges as dey reach their decision!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/judges%20deliberating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/judges%20deliberating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/done%20deliberating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/done%20deliberating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/IMG_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/IMG_1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Presenting a lil summin extra to Edwin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall Tots: It was an amazing experience for me ( yes. It sounds pretty cliche-ish, sumtimes cliches are da only thing u can use to describe..*sigh*). I've learnt so much from organising this event. Definitely had my fair share of stress and sadness..-at one point reality kicked in really hard! it's a times like this wen everything becomes clear and u realise dat certain things are SO not wat it seems. Nevertheless I'm glad I pulled thru..-but more importantly i had LOADSA fun and the feeling I got when everything was over was jus amazing! *beams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fantastic judges and supportive peers really made things so much easier for me *BIG hugz to all!!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. HUUUUGE THANKS to everyone who helped and encouraged me!! esp. me buddie-wuddies ( u noe who u r!!) for being ard when I needed u most ( wat would I do w'o u guyz to bitch to ???? would prob haf died of overwhelming stress *grins*) loadsa luv, hug n kisses to y'all!!! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;n...wen all is over...TIME FOR PICTURES!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Sexay%20Shaad%20&amp;amp;%20Kyle!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Sexay%20Shaad%20%26%20Kyle%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;self- explanatory pic..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Posers!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Posers%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my pathetic attempt at being 'sexy'...(dun shoot me! was sooo forced into it! i'm innocent! -^^-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Edwin%20et%20Moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Edwin%20et%20Moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*erhem* professional pic with my fav judge, Edwin! ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/me%20wit%20judges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/me%20wit%20judges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me n ze judges!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i always say..No event is EVER complete without a Groupie....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSCN9774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/DSCN9774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114517690154676821?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114517690154676821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114517690154676821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114517690154676821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114517690154676821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/04/spa-inter-prog-drama.html' title='SPA Inter-Prog Drama Competition...Officially OVER!!!'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114597854657446359</id><published>2006-04-25T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:37:48.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad..but Sweet.</title><content type='html'>crappy wireless and problematic comp seriously delaying my post...here's a lil summin to keep u guyz entertained.&lt;br /&gt;It's a korean music video with a really nice story..really famous but quite old, suddenly had the urge to youtube it.. so here it is. Comes complete with romanized lyrics n translation too (jus see how meaningful da lyrics are...)! SUPER SAD but really really romantic..&lt;br /&gt;^^ Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;** Kiss - Because I'm a Girl **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Du252ggStw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114597854657446359?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114597854657446359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114597854657446359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114597854657446359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114597854657446359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/04/sadbut-sweet.html' title='Sad..but Sweet.'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114335579051119645</id><published>2006-03-26T07:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:18:59.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Man lives.....</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a fun post to kickstart an abandoned blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started uni for more than 3 months now and so far uni life has been pretty routine...in an effort to make our course more enjoyable, the law society organised 2 trips; one to the parliment and another to the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The parliment trip was a rather...*erhem* how should i say? enlightening trip. Not enlightening in the ordinary sense but witnessing a parlimentary debate live totally confirmed the views I've always held of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the hr long session most people were so bored out of their wits that 15 mins into it they were already snoring away, by then I had given up trying to understand what the MPs were saying. But it's safe to say that it wasn't just us as the audiences who were unintrested....lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the parli-trip wasn't that exciting...we ended the day with a really nice dinner. A bunch of us went to TGIF and had loadsa fun chatting the evening away... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/1220scd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ I didn't quite look fwd to the orphange trip, not that i didn't like goin there but it was the fact that i would be going with ppl who were mostly strangers that sorta turned me off. Remembering that the last time I went to the orphanage was with my close college mates and how much fun we had I'm sure this trip wouldn't even come close. I imagined us (the pathetic number of cohort 2 students goin on the trip) being ostracised, kicked to a corner and ignored by the majority, creating our own fun with the bunch of kids put under our charge....well...mb not DAT bad...but close enuf! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome wasn't dat bad...quite alot of socialising ground was covered and we had quite alot-a fun! It was a lil disorganised but heck...the first game we played with the kids was enough to leave us all in stitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tis was a day when dark secrets were revealed...true intentions were known...the ice-man....FOUND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ze Ice Man (in yellow) and his fellow ice mates....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick enjoying the- er... feel of ze Ice Man's tummy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick sharing a happy moment with ze Ice Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick's secret intentions revealed(*eeeeks*)...sharing an intimate moment with ze Ice Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1560.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1560.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unidentified hand of guy, caught in the act - trying to deprive Ice Man of shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words...this pic should explain loads....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ze Ice Man enjoying the aroma of Kok Weng's sock ( no kidding! he took it off on the spot!!!! *eeeee*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blog is mine so I'm entitled to write wtv I want! So no defamation lawsuits k? Thanks Alvin, for allowing us to get away with tormenting you in such a way!! * bwahahahaah* &amp;amp; Nick...thanx for giving me the permission to put such 'personal' pix on public display! u do noe how this will confirm ur reputation in class rite? *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114335579051119645?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114335579051119645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114335579051119645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114335579051119645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114335579051119645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/03/ice-man-lives.html' title='The Ice Man lives.....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-114058300492270738</id><published>2006-03-02T04:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:24:50.386Z</updated><title type='text'>What every romantic girl wants....</title><content type='html'>Found dis on a fren's blog... It's so sweet n true....tot i'd post it here for fun! -^^- Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Get kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have that one hott kiss where your pressed against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a guy that thinks you're the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a guy that holds on as long as possible when giving hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A guy that whispers he loves you in your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have that moment where you just gaze into each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you cry, he kisses your tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you're not with your guy he's all that you can think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wearing his jacket and everytime you breathe in, his scent surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A guy who will watch any movie with you, no matter how teary eyed you may get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A guy who squeezes your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A guy that says he loves you and means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy who babies you when you feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A guy who is loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A guy that will kiss you on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A guy who can tell, with a look, that you're down and do anything he can to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A guy that will call you beautiful or adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A guy that will never judge you for how you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A guy that says cheesy stuff to you just to make u smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A guy that is the same when he is with you and when with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A guy that tells you everything honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A guy that is good with your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A guy that will always let you win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A guy who stands up for you no matter who it is against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A guy who calls you at night just to say 'hi' and see how your day has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy who tells you that your smile makes his day and makes everything better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy who will sit on the phone with you when you're sad, even if you're quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A guy who you can hangout and have fun with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy that will just randomly call you for no reason at all, just because he missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy who will hold your hand through the roughest parts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. A guy who would love you forever no matter the circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. A guy who wouldn't mind you wanting to get all dressed up and do your make up for him. Even if he says he likes you better without make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. A guy who you can be yourself with and he would not give a care and would still tell you that you are amazing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. A guy who tells you you make his day better, just for being you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. A guy who understands you and gives you the space you need, yet would be there in a heartbeat if u needed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-114058300492270738?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/114058300492270738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=114058300492270738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114058300492270738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/114058300492270738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-every-romantic-girl-wants.html' title='What every romantic girl wants....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-113984224955146622</id><published>2006-02-13T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:57:11.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's for the Singleton...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Valentine's day....a day for you to declare your love, a day to for you to spend quality time withyour significant other, a day to romance like you've never romanced before...or isit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/heart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is...Valentine's Day is nothing more than an over-commercialised day aimed at significantly increasing the profits of gift-makers, card-makers, florists and restaurants worldwide. Those who spend the entire year fantasizing about this day will be devastated to know that this is the 'sad' reality of Valentine's Day. I'm not a bitter, desperate singleton out to destroy every loving couple's v-day ( though I haf every right to! seeing as how v-day is aimed at victimising singletons everywhere....lol!) I can vaguely remember having a convo with my college mates n we agreed tht V-day should be abolished! haha!! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, I really haf nothing against it....the concept behind a day where you show your affections to your loved ones is really quite sweet. In the busy world that we live in, it's great to haf a day where we drop our hectic schedules and stop to appreciate the people that mean the most to us. Prob is...y be told when to do this? Y be obliged to buy overpriced gifts to your significant other? I think if i were in a relationship, the lil things my bf would do every once in a while would mean so much more than to lavish me with extra expensive roses on a single day without any display of affection all yr round! ( but then again things mb diff when ur in a relationship..i wouldn't noe..teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that being single doesn't necessarily put u at a disadvantage on this day..heck we can find our own way of enjoying ourselves!!! Y be oppresed singletons? Show them dat being single can be just as fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, here lies my *humble* list of the Female Singleton's 10 diff ways to spend V-day =D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the partaying singleton: Round up your single friends for dinner &amp; drinks! V-day isn't just for couples you noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For the animal lover: Cuddle ur pet and rd '101 reasons why Cats ( or wtv animal u luv) are better than men' ( available in Kinokuniya) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the BJD in u : Haf a tub of ' Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's', while reading self-help books and singing along to "All By Myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For the 'recent singles': Round up ur girlfirends for a sleepover and haf an all out 'biatching-abt-men' session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For the romantic singleton: Spend first half of your day on sum ' Harlequin Mills &amp; Boons', then move on to ur collection of romantic movies, finish off with BBC's Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice and sleep with sweet dreams of Darcy to some love songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.For the 'family' singleton: Dinner or a movie with the entire famille jus to show you care...along the way think abt how spending it with family means so much more than spending it with one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For the career singleton: You've worked hard to earn the money, so...go on a SHOPPING SPREE n Spend Spend Spend!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the ' friendly' singleton: Friends mean the world to u. What better way then to spend such a special day with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For the happy singleton: Use this day to remind urself how lucky u are to be single!!! U can take a few moments to laugh at the 'unfortunate attached'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For the flirtatous singleton: There's nothing more you love than to be a singleton, since if gives u full flirting rights. Wat better day to spend v-day den to utilise ur attractiveness to the max? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO EVERYONE!!!esp. to me dear frens n family!!!! luv y'all loads!!!!!~ *hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-113984224955146622?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/113984224955146622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=113984224955146622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/113984224955146622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/113984224955146622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-for-singleton.html' title='Valentine&apos;s for the Singleton...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-113498365620192608</id><published>2005-12-19T07:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:38:16.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Of 'Pride &amp; Prejudice'...</title><content type='html'>Monday, 19th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" It is a fact universally acknowledged, that a single man in possesion of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The opening of Jane Austen's ever-popular novel sets the tone of her sparkling comedy of manners and morals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are five daughters in the Bennet family and marriage is the only career open to them. There is naturally much excitement when two young men of good fortune move into the district. But before there can be a happy ending, the hero must conquer his overwhelming pride, and the heroine, her prejudices against him. Only by taking the route to self-knowledge can they reach a mature understanding of each other and find lasting commitment. Austen's capability to carve this novel into what it is today makes this an everlasting classic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pride &amp; Prejudice'- a very beautiful and fine piece of literature. I think most of you who have read this book would agree with me on how well it was written. (and that includes my good ole coussie-sis:the book geek, of course!)It's filled with romance, humour and irony. The type of subtle humour I absolutely adore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I didn't just watch the Keira Knightley version..so no this isn't a review on it.. n No. I didn't JUST finish the book..in fact I'm on my 2nd round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fact is, my feelings towards this book was revisited upon me during my Malacca trip. Thanks to Saan's kind disposition I was able to (for the first time since it was aired 10yrs ago) watch the BBC adaptation of this book!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've had heard much abt this series. It was the ONE dat shot Colin Firth to the epitome of his fame. The ONE dat inspired Helen Fielding to write the character of Mark Darcy in 'Bridget Jones's Diary', the movie dat consequently induced me into reading 'Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This series has to be da creme de la creme! N it was! Nothing about it was short from perfect- er..well...mb it's a wee bit exaggerated or perhaps my impartiality has been affected by Darcy's loving gaze or the wet shirt. But * SERIOUSLY* can u blame me? anyhoo. Pix dat i will later add should be sufficient justification. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite the reviews in support of the movie version my decision to stand by Colin remains unwavered. A 2 hr movie movie cannot possibly succesfully capture the essence of the entire bk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pride-and-prejudice-poster-300.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/pride-and-prejudice-poster-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie version of P &amp; P feat. da much loved Keira Knightley.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC needed 6 hrs to get it right. N to be perfectly honest, after putting the show under heavy scrutinising, it isn't without flaws. I seriously doubt that the movie can even come close to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Regardless, am goin to watch it! Dun wanna jus blindly criticise...Must bear thru da pain of watching sum1 else play Darcy..sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised here lay&lt;em&gt; ze&lt;/em&gt; pix frm &lt;em&gt;ze&lt;/em&gt; series I found online.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(P &amp;amp; P fans desperate to see more..here are the sites where I got em:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.users.dircon.co.uk/~rd-mid/P&amp;P.htm"&gt;http://www.users.dircon.co.uk/~rd-mid/P&amp;amp;P.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsoffirth.com/pride"&gt;http://www.friendsoffirth.com/pride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://orion.it.luc.edu/~avande1/album.html"&gt;http://orion.it.luc.edu/~avande1/album.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://darcy.aking-mahal.net/caps.php"&gt;http://darcy.aking-mahal.net/caps.php&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/ehle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/ehle6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet, played by Jennifer Ehle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fitzwilliam Darcy, played by Colin Firth ( a rather rare pic of a softie looking Darcy -^^-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/mr-benn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/mr-benn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ever sacarstic Mr Bennet, played by Benjamin Whitrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/mrs-benn.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/mrs-benn.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whiney "nerves never get any rest" Mrs Bennet, played by Alison Steadman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/jane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/jane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too nice, naive or plain gullible? Jane Bennett (played by Susannah Harker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/crispin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/crispin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like-able Charles Bingley, played by Crispin Bonham Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/wicklyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/wicklyd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;annoyingly toopid Lydia Bennet (played by Julia Sawalha) and Jane Austen's Daniel Cleaver, George Wickham (played by Adrian Lukis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/colns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/colns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Collins, da most irritatin character ever (played by David Bamber) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlotte Lucas (played by Lucy Scott), the rational one- though i seriously doubt her rationality in marrying Collins. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our ever favourite...Mary played by Lucy Briers ( making us laugh by her very presence. go figure!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/117.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/117.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some unforgettable scenes.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Darcy asks Lizzy to dance .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n er....they do! teehee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/073.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/073.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/netherf2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/netherf2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watching Colin Firth dancing is jus..*whoa* n Extra points for Mr Darcy!! The arrogant him makes an exception n dances with Lizzy!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pempix2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pp12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/pp12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darcy passing letter to Lizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In vain have I struggled, it will not do. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*faints*...lines with enough power to melt me away.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/art4_darcypemberleypicc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/art4_darcypemberleypicc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darcy shocked to see Lizzy...*cuuuute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice &amp; friendly Darcy (totally changed 4 Lizzy!!!! *awwwwwww*!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathtaking grounds of Pemberley.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pempix2.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/pempix2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pempix4a.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/pempix4a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pempix7a.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/pempix7a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/ehle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/ehle5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/firth.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/firth.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darcy &amp;amp; Lizzy sharing a tender moment ( *whoa* if stares could kill...this would...*sighhh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/pp23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/pp23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ze wedding....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n of course as promised...the icing on top of the cake...*drum roll*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed watching P &amp; P it offered summin new...as Luke has it " It is possible to have a romantic movie without kissing n bed scenes"It was so refreshing to watch such a romantic show without steamy scenes hogging most of the screen time * rolls eyes* makes it soo much more meaningful....in fact I found it to be one of DE most romantic shows I've watched!! n I am a HUGE fan of rom-com u noe...a sucker for all things romantic...*aiks*=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;amp; P has made a huge impact on rom-com, it's plot has been continually been reused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy meets girl-&gt; they hate each other-&gt; summin happens-&gt; they fall in luv-&gt; the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plot has formed the foundation of rom-coms~ so yes..it is fantastic to watch P &amp; P as it is afterall where it all began....*hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline...I LUV IT! I LUV IT! I LUV IT!!!!!!!! am hoping dat there is a way i cna lay my hands on the Anniversary addition DVD....will hafta bug sum1 in UK to help me buy..*sighh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/PRIDE_RGBlrg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/PRIDE_RGBlrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me 'most-wanted' dvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh...I found summin really kewl...wellmb it's only applicable to me le..but well P &amp;amp; P was first aired on 24th September 1995 ( me bd 10 yrs ago..kewl...*grins*). Can't wait to watch P &amp;amp; P da movie...won't b as gr8 but curious to see how they would fair...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p.s. yes. I do realise this post took far too long to complete...I'm soweee ( not like ne1 really cares neway...*haha* cept for the few who bugged me..) but see...with da holiday season n Laguna Beach distracting me...I couldn't help it! Will try not to repeat this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Years Resolution&lt;/strong&gt; : To update blog as often as poss n not take so long with posts...^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-113498365620192608?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/113498365620192608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=113498365620192608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/113498365620192608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/113498365620192608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-pride-prejudice.html' title='Of &apos;Pride &amp; Prejudice&apos;...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-113405901929841986</id><published>2005-12-08T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:06:03.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Clouds, Clouds n more clouds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thursday, 8th November 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending two weeks trying to write a post on grad ball..I've decided to move on..It's not like I've been lazy or anything...well I have admittedly been somewhat complacent after not blogging for 2 months, But the failure of this post is by no means my fault! The pix took forever to upload...not even the miracle of the broadband could do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;My ailing blog is in dire need of a new post..so voila 'ere goes one to save da day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my dearest blog has had a 2 months' rest, I tot it would be gr8 time to make changes to it now...think I'll take a dive into posts that are more random, not random per se just...totally unrelated to me..well mb not TOTALLY...well..u get da pic..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this post should be able to steer my blog to its intial direction, which is *erhem* to be a base for me to spread my propaganda! *muahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAAN!!!!-^^- ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's horrible dat we couldn't do nething for u on ur bd..but I'm sure u had a fabulous time in Penang..besides..Malacca is only days away!!! *grins* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clouds....simple white fluffy things, nature's creation that we take for granted. Most of the time I ignore its presence, but every once in a while when I gaze up in the azure sky and stare just long enough to get myself lost in the clouds.. (sounds kinda cheesy ay?) my mind jus clears up n I'll feel really comfy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only ever do this when I have nothing to do...this is mostly the case when I'm sitting in the car on a long distance trip. So in one of ma previous trips to BP I took the liberty of capturing a few images of this phenomenon. (btw.. ignore da dates on da pix...result of a toopid cam..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Stuff%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Stuff%20056.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/Stuff%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wonder if it's just me..but the skies always seem so much more picturesque on the highway..I guess it's the clearer view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next day, we took off in the wee hrs of the morning so I tot it would be the parfait opportunity to capture da sunrise..n dat I did! After many failed attempts...'ere lies me fine works of photography..*beams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20059.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Stuff%20059.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20060.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Stuff%20060.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/Stuff%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not too bad...if I may say so myself *bwahahaha*..Indeed da blood, sweat, tears n twisted neck...was wurth it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/B000059H25.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-113405901929841986?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/113405901929841986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=113405901929841986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/113405901929841986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/113405901929841986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/12/clouds-clouds-n-more-clouds.html' title='Clouds, Clouds n more clouds...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112780702576081587</id><published>2005-09-27T08:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:27:37.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming of age...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, 27th September 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. of consecutive hours online: 4 hrs ( yay! finally haf a phone line~ competency of TM still in question though..took a gd 10 mths be4 they gave me a phone line n Streamyx is taking forever!!), no of weeks til finals: less than 3 ( extremely n.g. totally not prepared), no of hrs spent studying: 7 ( in a week! but really brushing up now though), no. of smses allowed into phone inbox: 1 ( n.g. 199/200 filled...sigh...seriously need to start deleting msgs no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the age to be. when the law no longer restricts you from staying out late or comsuming alcohol. It is the stepping stone to adulthood.It is the last call to have serious fun before turning 21!&lt;/em&gt; It's been 3 days since I've turned 18 and I've yet to experience what great possibilities I can reach with the new found power that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..I guess it's time I took a little trip to the cinema and paid a visit to those who have denied me an entry to the rated 18 movies...I shall flash my IC at them should they try and stop me from going in. The embarassed look on their faces, the apologies that will follow..nice sweet revenge...muahaha..But of course I haf never been suspected of being underaged for any movies..what with my towering height and mature looks? never! &lt;em&gt;*winks* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..the coming of age is a HUGE deal in many cultures but I thought something a little humble to celebrate my coming of age, would suffice...this is how my 18th birthday was spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am: As promised mon pere had woken up extra early to roasted pork and 'bee hoon' pour moi..yum!! ahh..the lovely aroma of roasted pork in the morning *sniff*. Day seems to be starting out pretty fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45am: Bro n sis are cleaning off sambal and pieces of a broken bowl from the floor. The consequence of a battle for a piece of..yau char kwai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/New%20Maids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/New%20Maids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sis &amp; Bro cleaning up the crime scene....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Yau%20Char%20Kuai%20culprit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/untitled2.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Instigator....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 am: Dad, Mom n Sis left to the office. I started my internet marathon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30am: Bro left to meet his frens..am left alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't until like two hrs later when a fren rang up, did I realise dat being home alone on ma bd did not seem quite right..But I was just so caught up with clearing ma hp's inbox and chatting online dat..it didn't seem to matter much. Started feeling a bit abandoned though...sigh.. few frens had also called saying they wouldn't be able to make it for dinner tonite..eeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm: mom n sis came home to accompany me to lunch!! bumped ma head real hard while getting in to the car...ouchies...me finks it's a sign dat fings may not go too well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm: Left to subang to pick Grace up in a huff. Lil bro decided to tick me off on ma bd...ruined ma whole happy bd mood...seems like ma day's goin to be pretty rough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm: left for Bangsar. Foosey had decided to change the venue at the last min...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling gloomy ...had earlier received phone call from Jenny Bear n Matty abt possible no show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Dinner wasn't quite as expected. Modestos@ Bangsar with Foosey n Grace. More smses n calls from ppl telling me they aren't turning up....really starting to take it's toll on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet ol' Foos decided to cheer me up by drinking tobasco sauce...weee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Foosey%20&amp;%20Tobasco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Foosey%20%26%20Tobasco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foos &amp;amp; his new best fren Ms. Tobasco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap..there you go...one depressing birthday for an 18yr old..A well planned dinner &amp; partaying..down the drain. Noone showed up. Foosey, Grace and I finished our dinners and left. That night i cried myself to sleep...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh....Lil ol' cheerful me won't let anything bring me down!! Foos decided to bring me to Hartamas for a drink after the dinner. He had some frens over at Hartamas that he was keen on meeting.nahh....(me finks me deserves 3 cheers for gd use of pathetic fallacy no? lol ) won't let anything bring lil ol' cheerful me down!! Foos decided to bring me to Hartamas for a drink after the dinner. He had some frens over at Hartamas that he was keen on meetin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped into Souled Out n got the shock of my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 MAJOR HOTTIES were sitting on a table waiting to surprise me!!! I wish...instead I got Matty, Rishaad and Jian Aun. *grin* lol...awww.....Jenny Bear then joined this boyband combo with a grand entrance (dat was btw.. totally ripped off from some chinese drama series....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foos had schemed with everyone else to surprise me! omg..........*jaw drops* Those LIL MONSTERS....er...i mean Angels~ ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..not as if i didn't noe earlier neway..nothing can get pass moi... I was just going along with the whole charade. Giving the audience da drama they crave..muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;well...mb...i fell for it...just a lil...yeesh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway this is da way the nite really went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T'was a nite of posers&lt;/em&gt; ...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/3%20posers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/3%20posers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/3%20stooges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/3%20stooges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of chocolate cake.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Choc%20bd%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Choc%20bd%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of sacrifices....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Da"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Da%20%27ultimate%27%20sacrifice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and an after show party with Sarah Tan u noe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of friends....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Foosey%20&amp;amp;%20Jen%20Aun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Foosey%20%26%20Jen%20Aun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Jenny%20Bear%20&amp;%20Rishaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Jenny%20Bear%20%26%20Rishaad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Grace%20&amp;amp;%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Grace%20%26%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Shaz%20&amp;%20I1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Shaz%20%26%20I1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Matty%20et%20moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Matty%20et%20moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Fais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Fais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat more could anyone ask for ? Though I didn't get to club like I intended to...in the end..it really doesn't matter. It isn't where you go or what you do..but it's the company that matters. With the company I had, heck I could be stuck in the middle of a desert and still haf this much fun!! I had such a gr8 time I didn't want the nite to end..but being 18 didn't mean that I had the license to escape parental control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Grp%20Pic%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/Grp%20Pic%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guyz!! Thanks sooo much for everything!! It truly was a memorable nite....*hugz* luv ya guyz!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home...I was overcome with guilt... Mom stayed up to wait for my return. Dad n Bro had fallen asleep while waiting for me. They had anticipated my return before 12 to cut the cake....&lt;br /&gt;With my head drooped down low, I made my way to the kitchen...a lonely box sat in the middle of the table. Opened it up to see...my fav cake..my dad had bought me a 'Fair Lady' cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Fair%20Lady%20cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/Fair%20Lady%20cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With mixed tears of joy and guilt...my 18th birthday came to an end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the nite after my birthday, me PL4 buddies had planned for a nice dinner at Souled Out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sadly though..Yvonne, Saan n Sam couldn't make it*sob*...aihh...but everyone else was determined to make the dinner work out..hooray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now..this is pretty much how the dinner went...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T'was ALSO a night of posers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC02085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC02085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC02087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC02087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of chocolate cake.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC0208910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC0208910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not of sacrifices..but of food...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC020634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC020634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and definitely of friends....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC020712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC020712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC02080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC02080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC02112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/DSC02112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wheel of a time! All of us were chatting like we always do...but it should be EXTRA enjoyable for the rest of them since they managed to get cream on my nose n cheeks...*rolls eyes* But...Thanks guyz...xie xie....*loadsa luv, hugz and kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC02094%20(b)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/DSC02094%20%28b%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/DSC02094%20(b)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for my insolence the nite before, I got home before 10!! an achievement that I am extremely proud of..*beams*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love more than anything then to end this post in a happy tone...but unfortunately I can't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Sunday nite, after the party, I received the devasting news that my uncle had passed away dat morning in a car accident. As painful as his departure was to me , I realised truly how fragile life is. His death came so sudden that I never got the chance to say goodbye. I know how often we say we should appreciate the people around us but how many of us actually do it? It'll be too late when we finally realise how important it is to do so....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing this isn't easy but it would otherwise be difficult to explain why I think this way or why my words should mean anything...Don't learn things the hard way or live to regret, show ur loved ones how much they mean to u ..a phone call, a hug..ure never too far way... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~He will forever be in our hearts, his memory forever branded in our minds. I'm praying that wherever he is, he is at peace.. for I know he is in a better place...&lt;/em&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Family and Friends mean the world to me.. I Love you guyz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112780702576081587?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112780702576081587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112780702576081587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112780702576081587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112780702576081587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/09/coming-of-age_112780702576081587.html' title='Coming of age...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112573825666120463</id><published>2005-09-03T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:43:58.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To do or Not to do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saturday, 3rd September, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. of weeks til play: ard 2 weeks ( g. am totally excited!!! n.g. alot to work on!), no. of hrs spent shopping: nil ( n.g. sales are over tom!!!! gahhhh), no. of weeks on hol: 2 weeks ( v.v.g time for some well deserved rest. n.g have play and A2 to prepare for...sigh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Happy Belated Birthday Yvonne Ajunma!!!-^^- ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/Stuff%20037.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma Pwessie 4 her....(",)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs:&lt;/strong&gt; Spent da whole night yesterday just baking cookies pour da luverly bd gal and da cast of the play. Felt like hitting maself for having allow myselft to slack off yesterday....procastination..u haf defeated me yet again. Tort Law test the next day..n haven't got anything down. Have to go to drama practice at 3.30. So am going to be dead. Oh welll....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Masterpiece-s...lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%200382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/Stuff%200382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/Stuff%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L: Soft American-type cookies for da d gal, R: Conventional hard cookies with too much choc chips n cocoa ( it's not burnt mind u....=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turned out to be an extremely hectic day....rushed to pick bro up frm skool n bak home then rushed to Subang within half an hr.....yeesh....but it wus prettay wurth it. Practice turned out really good...we're pretty set for 'The Star' tommorow! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satisfied customers.....lol! ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Stuff%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L to R: Grace 'Prism', Fu-sy, Jo ' Bracky'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/Stuff%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/Stuff%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ms. Mary &amp;amp; Ms. Prism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fri:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It's on days like these...where i question the usefulness of a blog or rather the significance of having one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how personal are blogs meant to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible to write all my thoughts and feelings about certain issues knowing that it will be read?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till these questions are answered...I'm left with a dilemma to solve on my own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112573825666120463?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112573825666120463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112573825666120463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112573825666120463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112573825666120463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='To do or Not to do.....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112494946845762480</id><published>2005-08-25T07:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T04:08:57.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Jazz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no. of hrs spent on studying : every waking moment ( g. as trials is on now...), no. of papers sat for : 2 down 3 to go... ,no. of hrs spent shopping: nil ( n.g. as sales are ending soon), no. of weeks til play : 3 ish ( pretty excited!! =0)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 25th 2005,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Happy Birthday Chris &amp; Keat!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis Chris's n Keat's bd today!! suddenly realise..how quickly time is flying by..t'was a yr ago when we all surprised them with a cake n then realised a dat it would be Kim Loong's bd 2 days later...I even posted a blog entry in my ol blog abt it..wow..a yr has gone since i started bloggin...amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the past few wks...can onli kick my in the heiney for not havin internet access to blog it all...sigh..after 2 written papers..so not in the typing mood now..&lt;br /&gt;But, i've taken up the habit of bringin ma camera everywhere so my blog will be a more intresting read....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Fest @ Mont Kiara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 12th August, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abt 2 weeks ago, ma bro told me that a fren of his would be performing at the Jazzfest held at Mont Kiara. Since I was in the mood for sum live outdoor music..tot..heck..let's go! Terribly enuf , wus caught up with drama practice n couldn't go...sigh..so i made up my mind to at least go for the last show....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Costume fitting in morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Movie in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Man Utd match in the evening @ Hartamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Jazz Fest after match!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Mom told me we would be goin to Taiping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Costume fitting in morn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Went home..found out we weren't goin bak after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Watched part of the match on Astro while havin dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..i didn't turn out too bad..ma cuz came over n I suggested bringin her to Mont Kiara as compensation for conveniently forgetting summin.... hehe...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At abt like 10 we all tok off...n this wus pretty much how the nite went ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view u get..when you turn up late....really isn't as bad as it looks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hein-y n Haagen Dazs..a heavenly combination. Rum Raisin &amp;amp; Belgian Choc jus makes it doubly heavenly no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The nice pic i wasn't in...aih...(siblings n cuz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma soeur et moi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wus filled with laughter, nice music and the atmosphere was gr8! Had a joyous time despite having the worst possible view of the concert. can't wait to do this again sumtime! -^^- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nite well spent wouldn't u say?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112494946845762480?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112494946845762480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112494946845762480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112494946845762480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112494946845762480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-that-jazz.html' title='All That Jazz....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112332216069600217</id><published>2005-08-06T06:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:10:11.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Memoirs of a Geisha'...the rise and fall.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10th August 2005, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. of hours spent studying: close to nil ( n.g not dat i haf a choice..wat with all the drama pratices...), no. of times slept during law class: every lesson this wk ( n.g. but..it's hard to stay awake when the teacher is reading from the book!), stress level: HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise it has been quite a while since i last updated ma blog, was thinking of posting one on saturday but time constraints prevented me from doin so.....then again tried to finish n upload post...but lost the mood to do anything after seeing my AS results...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exams..if it isn't one thing it's another....i seriously find it difficult to comprehend how one's achievement can be measured by a few questions! If u failed to perform ur best because of some reason or another......ure beautifully written answers didn't fall into the rigid mould of the marking scheme or..ure papers landed into the hands of a subjective examiner..who couldn't careless how wonderful ur answers were, just because it didn't quite tally with their ideas.(particularly true for humanities)..dat's it..ur life is completely washed down the drain...no unis will accept u...n u will spend the rest of ur life living of a low paid job. Does it seem anyhow reasonable? You could be consistently scoring A's in class tests...be excellent extra curricular activities ..none of this would matter..because u failed an exam. Another scary thought put foward by my socio teacher was the reality that..examiners..could ideally be giving their A's according to stats! They can never give more than 15% ( me finks) of A's in a group of students because it would otherwise seem like a fall in standards. Fact is..from the very beggining they already haf a mind set, therefore if u were marked after the quota was full chances are..u wouldn't do too well.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then again all i can do is ramble on in my blog abt how exams are useless blah blah...Truth is..there'll never be a way out of it...the practice of exams since time immemorial isn't likely to change. Til then i can only mope about my results...n brace myself to excel in my A2..wee....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years many books have been interpreted onto the silver screen, this is of course is to accomodate the substantial increase in our population of people who just can't be bothered to read and of course the subsequent decrease in competent scriptwriters. Well, we must give Hollywood credit for their attempts, with the popularity of the Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter and countless of other novels that have made it big on the silver screeen...Don't get me wrong, i'm not against this at all! in fact am very much pro it..I contribute largely to the population of "book-movie" ppl...most of the time..i have hardly anything to complain about..or rather..to even compare the quality of the film to the book... but this time..i must make it known..how much i detest the making of a certain film....n i urge all of u...reading this article or those who know me..to heed my advice...n boycott this piece of cra-ap they call a movie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Memoirs of a Geisha'..a riveting read that grips any reader that comes across it! ok..mb this is only true for me..but considering it being a bestseller after years of being in bookstores this description should be fitting for the majority of the population.. ( I'm sure Lukas will attest to this! *wink* lol) A few bak, Jo C had introduced this book to me....she had borrowed it from her uncle..n had told me abt it because she tot i would be intrested in all things japanese. Being anything but a novel fan, i procrastinated but eventually bought a copy n got down to reading it. Once i started, i couldn't stop..when i had finished..i couldn't put it down...n now it's all torn n tattered ( think it's because of the crap binding more than the fact that rd it too much..lol)neway...bottom line is...da bk wus so gd..it being made into a movie wus inevitable. I would luv more than anything to watch it as a movie..to haf the images that flowed through my head as i rd it, come to life! Dat is until it became a reality........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier this yr ( if i didn't get this wrong) Mr Spielberg decided to adapt this novel into a screenplay...not bad..sounds like a gd start. *ch-ya* wait till u hear wat actors he had in mind...i remember....Maggie Cheung, Zhang Zi Yi n this other person were competing for the role of Sayuri. Lo n behold Zhang Zi Yi got the role...i wus filled with disgust n contempt! She does not even utter a word of japanese n her English is 'exquisitely incomprehensible' to me..or anybody for that matter....( *disclaimer* shites...this statement makes me seem like such a biatch...i hardly ever criticise anyones ability in english unless it is absolutely necessary!!) what is to follow is a list of chinese actresses filling up the roles of all the other important characters in the book, namely Michelle Yeoh n Gong Li who are playing Mameha and Hatsumomo. The only comforting thing wus knowing that Ken Watanabe would be playing the chairman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where is the logic in using chinese actors (exclusively) in a japanese storyline? Especially chinese actresses that are jap illeterate...Extremely unconvincing...it wasn't as if they didn't haf a choice...there could be so many jap actresses who could've filled up the role and done a better job..personally i'm NOT a Zhang Zi Yi fan..i dun think she would be able to pull it off as well...wat hurts me most..is dat she'll ultimately jeopardise the movie...n the book dat means soo much to me....sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haf come up with the conclusion that the ppl in Hollywood jus luv generalising...they can't seem to differentiate between japanese n chinese...labeling all of em..meerly as 'asians' n would therefore make no difference casting either as the other...Also, guess popularity goes above and beyond the quality of a film..the fact that Zhang Zi Yi is one of the most famous asians..makes her a likely candidate for a much publicised film...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Losing out to the reluctance of Hollywood to use more convincing actresses...we are stuck with a horrible screen adaptation of a beautiful book....oh well.......*sighhhh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112332216069600217?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112332216069600217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112332216069600217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112332216069600217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112332216069600217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/08/memoirs-of-geishathe-rise-and-fall.html' title='&apos;Memoirs of a Geisha&apos;...the rise and fall.....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112233909540720750</id><published>2005-07-26T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T08:02:06.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Well Spent at Compassion Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23rd July 2005, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6:30am: Went to bed at 2am..only had 3 1/2 hrs of sleep...extremely tired..but hafta wake up to prepare for trip. Came home at abt 10-ish due to practice n dinner...then had to start workin on cookies to bring to the orphanage. Alot of stuff had happened on fri, so i wus really bummed out..= (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15am: left for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45: Take off for orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since pictures say a thousand words...i'll leave it to these to explain how the trip went...may i add...i look horrible in most of the pix!!! =....(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ping, Yvo, Kim, Ee Ling n moi with our "kids" Victoria n Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Top]: Lukas performing with the kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bottom]:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The children teaching us the actions to the song 'Father Abraham'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Victoria ( my 'kid') n dats me..helping her out in the background, playing Twister =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My pathetic attempts to catch a tadpole for Victoria..with a spoon..Jo did a much better job with a plastic cover of sum sort... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Six hotties resting pre- team games...hehe....( i look totally dreadful in this pic..eeks..)&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;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/320/100_0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Top]: The winning team... and... [bottom]: The losers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ere..goes...the group pic taken after the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_08232.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/100_0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not bad..considering..it wus Mrs Lim's son who took it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/100_0830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_08241.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/100_08241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/100_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/200/100_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mini collage of pix taken with some of the kids....&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;[clockwise R-L] : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. My 'kid' Vic n I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. 'Sweet talker' Yohan &amp; 'Quiet' Esther n I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The really cute 'hk actor look-alike' Kelvin, Charles, Yvo, Ping n I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. A 'mix of sam-ps-me' Michelle n I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/100_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A group photo of the 11 of us...with PS's bf, Justin n KL's gf, Ee Ling -^^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last but definitely not least...wat better way to end the day with a class photo?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/1600/100_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1503/1242/400/100_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final thoughts on the day&lt;/strong&gt;: extremely memorable..will definitely be goin there again. As cliche-ish as it sounds... Have realised TRULY, how lucky i really am to haf a family and haf all the luxuries the chidren in the orphanage do not haf. Was a really fun day out! really enjoyed it..no fake smiles nothin but genuine happiness and contentment...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Really relieving after the whole drama on friday...So glad things didn't take a turn for the worst =) It's never too late to take a step back to avoid regret..so i haf learnt..... ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p.s. Look dreadful in all pix, but I noe it would be difficult to express wat a great time i had, so da pix are the only way to do it!!!( wat a HUGE sacrifice, on my part eh? lol) =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/13909358-112233909540720750?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112233909540720750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112233909540720750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112233909540720750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112233909540720750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-well-spent-at-compassion-home.html' title='A Day Well Spent at Compassion Home'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112134293674241268</id><published>2005-07-14T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:08:56.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things just never seem to go ma way..yeesh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th July, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no. of law essays owed : 2 ( n.g. working on it though..=P), no. of acts memorised : 1 (v.g. am only person who fully memorised one act n am workin on 2nd act.), no. of hrs spent studyin : nil ( extremely n.g. am laggin behind in class n at revision, need to brush up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk with Saan, i decided to make a commmitment and for the next few days, or hrs rather..things were goin pretty well,  wus happy 24/7 at home n at skool...practically HIGH! then..as life alwayz has its way..this happiness wusn't long lasting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus yesterday..bloody got into trouble for no reason at all...younger bro made annoying sexist comment abt how "women choose to cook" got into a heated debate..n decided chauvinists jus didn't need their sisters to cook em instant noodles....went for a nap..n woke up to glaring eyes and annoyed faces...eeks....hard to be all bubbly n optimistic after all dis drama ay? &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways..this is like the intro to one bad day..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00am:Woke up to puffy hair ( the sign......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am :left hse at 6:50 am and as usual...early is neva early enuf at ma place...wus stuck in a jam coming out then got stuck in a mini jam at the toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:13am: Couldn't find any parking spaces in front of the skool...guess i wasn't early enuf!! gahhhh.....had to park at asia cafe in front of Baker's cottage..quite a distance frm skool...tot abt parking at pangsapuri instead.....( 1st 'lucky' thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45am : spent a mindless half hr in the car decided to go get ma parking ticket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50am: s**t!! da bl**dy machine wouldn't accept ma coins..had to walk all da way to the car to get summore... GAHHHHHH!!!!! &gt;( (2nd 'lucky' thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:48am: OMG!!!!!!! curse whoever bl**dy spit the gum on the floor near ma car!!!!! stepped on it and couldn't get rid of it....finally had to go to Yvonne's place to change shoes...Thanx for the help hun....eeeeeeks...( 3rd 'lucky' thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15 pm: can't belive it...i actually puked...after lunch...at Cabana...eeks...dont feel well at all..(4th 'lucky' thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally did not keep track of time after goin in to the hall for drama practice....wus criticised for not givin enuf expression...felt like regurgatating the whole time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm: over time....almost in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15pm: director finally realised she went over time....called mom in tears..tellin her i couldn't possible drive due to jam n of course sickness..n also..rain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm: arrived a Yvonne's hse..told her everything..n bless her lil heart for allowing me in to her place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:06: finshed...n feeling very hungry indeed!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an extremely horrible day..will go home to a nice warm bed..n mb treat maself to a packet of salt n vinegar crisps.....yummmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112134293674241268?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112134293674241268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112134293674241268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112134293674241268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112134293674241268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-just-never-seem-to-go-ma.html' title='Things just never seem to go ma way..yeesh...'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112114028299907910</id><published>2005-07-13T07:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T07:17:23.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A non- conformist who isn't exactly one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="2cb2e72c"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e6796185"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13th July, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. of acts remembered frm my script: 1 ( n.g. but making progress..), no. of attempts to get perfect accent: countless ( keep losing it after i've found it!!!..gahhh), no. of hrs spent studying: nil ( terribly n.g..will try n motivate maself sumhow..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 Happy Birthday Dearest Sis!!!! hehe...we stayed up pretty late to give her, her bd 'surprise''..which turned out to be the best surprise of all!! we got her nothing! =D Am however thinkin abt makin up for it with a nice dinner at Italiannis tonite....yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to catch up on everything gr8 that has been goin on..which i haven't got the chance to post here...cos i haf no freakin phone line...n da modem at ma Dad's office is totally screwed......damnit....to add to the pain...haf a memory capacity of a goldfish! am likely to forget summin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movin on. since I last posted on ma blog..i had already decided on doin the play and taking up 4 subjects..totally absurd..but things..r unfolding prettay ok at the moment..hope it stays smooth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin ons..goin ons..hmm...i had this lil tok with saan on mon, a very enlightening one indeed!! Thanks so much 4 da help saan!! appreciate it!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112114028299907910?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112114028299907910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112114028299907910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112114028299907910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112114028299907910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/07/non-conformist-who-isnt-exactly-one.html' title='A non- conformist who isn&apos;t exactly one..'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-112045922332238813</id><published>2005-07-04T07:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T07:53:46.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of problems...mine has too much..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4th July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. of annoying remarks from granny- limitless ( n.g. wat can i expect? parents jus bak frm mini vacation..she's bound to haf loads to say abt me!), no. of souvenirs received- quite alot ( v.g.), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual...am a few days late..was supposed to update blog when things happen..but guess..with the crappy telephone company making no effort watsoever to get my house a phone line..at the very least!!!..it's goin to be quite difficult,will however..try as much as i can to remember wat i wus supposed to post on ma blog a few days ago...ere go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, parents went on trip to UK for my sister's graduation. Sam came over to accompany for like a week..really very nice of her. We had loadsa fun..and we had some very long meaningful talks..abt..life..noe it sounds a bit cliche-ish but yeah dat's wat we always talk about when we're together! dat's a sociologist's life for u i guess..we're jus constantly thinkin..n thinkin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the week I had visits from Pui Saan n Kim Loong..not dat they were really there to accompany me neway...Kim Loong mainly for the food n PS2 n Pui Saan for ma infamous Spaghetti (only the best of course!) These..ingrates even decided to take a pic of me while i was asleep!!!!! jus found out today...POSTED!! on CIRCLES 99!!!yeesh..i choose to be nice and welcoming..n this is how they repay me?!..mb..being a tad bit dramatic...but hey...i haf da right to be upset after being shot by heartless papparazzi ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u put 3 sociologist together u get more meaningful talk...Sam, PS n I embarked on a short but enlightening convo about how we hated being tied down by society..etc..if i go on i'll be violating my first rule on 'wat not to do'...bottom line is..i jus wish i had more freedom...wished society didn't hafta pull so many strings...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side I was choosen to play Gwendolen in 'The Importance of Being Earnest'! finally!! summin to look fwd to..but as things jus never go ma way...i may hafta drop out of the production....=...(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~end of week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Seems really weird to haf such long posts...but..well..beggars can't be choosers...ere go prt two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!!!!! spent  practically the whole day at the airport.. Sis is bak!! Mom n Dad are bak!!!! Souvenirs pour moi!!!! =) i stood at the same spot at the airport twice, with the same bouquet of flowers and clothes..twice...weird...but ma sis n mom were really rellay happy so..it makes me happy too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came the time to confess to ma mom about the cuts n bruises on ma car..she wus real cool abt it..not dat she didn't already noe abt it..but i'm soo glad she didn't screaming at me or nethin..ma dad wus real cool abt it too..or mb..he wus jus too tired to bother? Parents are the greatest!! jus when u think they're gonna scream their heads off at u for damaging ur car..they always do the opposite...in ma case...they smiled, comforted me..n bought me perfume...wow...i wus soo touched i couldn't contain maself!!! I wuv ma pawents!!! ^^..okok...totally turning childish..so not BJD..not like i haf a choice...BJD writes everyday..it's easier to discipline urself dat way!...sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got STROOPWAFFLES!!!!!!!!!!!! yum!!!! haven't eaten them in more than a yr!!! wee hee!! Got a new out fit n bag too!!! woohoo...i luv it when i get stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of ma day...frustrating over whether or not i should drop a subject..if so..which one? n whether or not i should go ahead with the play.....girls ma age shouldn't haf so many things buggin em....yeesh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg toilet..then go to meetin...will cont. when i get to dad's office.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-112045922332238813?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/112045922332238813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=112045922332238813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112045922332238813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/112045922332238813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-full-of-problemsmine-has-too.html' title='Life is full of problems...mine has too much..'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-111984873237141091</id><published>2005-06-27T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:46:25.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning....</title><content type='html'>Chessy title eh? can't help it ..i'm not much of a title person..so bear with me..&lt;br /&gt;So..i'm attemptin to blog again! hurray!! but it's all thanx to Ainniekins..i wus too lazy to start on a new page..so she helped me open up a new bloggin account!! Cheers Ain! =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to try me hardest to keep this blog away frm da fate of ma last blog...at least i'm sure i'm goin to try n keep this longer...oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidelines to follow in order to achieve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Will update blog as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;2.Will make it intresting so ppl n esp. I..will keep comin bak..thereby keepin it alive&lt;br /&gt;3.Will try to write in manner of BJD becos am absoutely in luv with bk n movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Will not write boring details of happenings&lt;br /&gt;2.Will not ramble on abt celebrities....as do not exist in ma world ( can however..discuss..abt celebrities to a certain degree)&lt;br /&gt;3.Will not abandon bloggin for over a month ( cept..under sum very very special circumstances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am: Woke up feeling groggy ..did not haf a gd night's worth of sleep at all. Spent the whole nite tossing n turning. But when I actually began to doze off, wus awaken by Granny's sudden loud snore..as much as I luv her..must sleep in diff bedrooom tonite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am: managed to sneak a short hr nap but had to wake up n get ready to leave for the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 am: Mom called frm Amsterdam..I still feel terrible abt not telling abt the accident on Sat. It's only for the best..dun want her to be all frustrated n worried on her vacation with Dad n Sis. Still...feel kinda guilty..n haf many times had the urge to jus tell.Glad the accident was not much of a biggie..left ma car with a lil dent at da side.. ma punishment? havin to drive ma car to skool with a dent! eeks..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm: Started bloggin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats it for now..haf nothin much to write for the rest of the day..hasn't even happened yet..hehe..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-111984873237141091?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/111984873237141091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=111984873237141091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/111984873237141091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/111984873237141091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning....'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13909358.post-111956728748155367</id><published>2005-06-23T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:54:47.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13909358-111956728748155367?l=keikothy87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/feeds/111956728748155367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13909358&amp;postID=111956728748155367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/111956728748155367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13909358/posts/default/111956728748155367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikothy87.blogspot.com/2005/06/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>ram&amp;amp;raisin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518142921098185529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
