<?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-8602115854506347476</id><updated>2012-01-13T06:10:50.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply dakshy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1742258162118979198</id><published>2011-04-23T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:41:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Dakshy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, it has been AGES since I even visited my blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just realised that it is open to public too - crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I've left Monsoon Cup - seeing that's my last post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Studying now, doing my degree in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pharmacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is.... well, not so good. It's been quite challenging recently. With random people entering and leaving my social life. That should be a good thing, but for me (Ms.Anti Social), that's not good one bit. Life should be consistent - I shouldn't be involving new people. It should be the same. People should NOT know much about me and I should remain a mystery to people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT, I just realised that there are downs to being Anti-Social, despite having that amazing sense of superiority because nobody knows shit about you :) Yup, there is a problem with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your feelings become unreadable to people. That, my dear people, is NOT GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how happy you are, or how sad you are, nobody will actually know how you feel until you tell them. Trust me, having to tell someone all the time that you're happy, sad, excited, scared - NOT GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You start feeling like the ones around you are &lt;em&gt;estupido!&lt;/em&gt; Because they simply don't know how you feel! Worse still, they'll ask you over and over again, "Are you happy? You were upset with what I did yesterday?? Really??"&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaarrgghh!! Isn't my moves saying all that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Answer: Nope. You don't show anything, how am I to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True.... I love being the invisible one, but the outcome - Dakshy is feeling-less. Sigh. Again, NOT GOOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only reason why I haven't started hating the world for the way it is, is solely because I opened myself to a few people around me over the years. One obvious one would be&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yup, it took me quite some time, but now, all I'll have to do is pick up the phone and say "Hello.." and he'll know whether I'm ecstatic or depressed. :) How nice! I don't have to say a word more. Just pour out my heart. And one look at my face will tell him whether or not he's gotten me the right ice-cream for the mood I'm in. Wonderful, innit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After him, would be&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Koo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who I'm soooooo glad to have with me in uni. I tell you, it was just God's plan... To have someone I'm close to on campus - so that I don't die of depression and loneliness. God's plan - A grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soooooo many things have taken place over the last few months of my life - especially since October 2010. Soooooo many things that can't be written here, for public viewing. :) They shall stay with me. However, I must say that I have learnt a lot. I can say I have somewhat grown in the last few months... To be someone who can actually accept consequences of my actions without blaming anyone. I feel.... grown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and exam period is in. Exams are starting on the 11th of May. Oh lord, for how much I'm procrastinating, I'll be having 1hour of sleep per day to get through the syllabus before the day of the exam. Crap-ness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ciaos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't promise when the next post will be, but... I *gotta feeling* it should be soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Dakshy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abhi na jaao chhodhkar, ke dhil abhi bhaara nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1742258162118979198?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1742258162118979198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1742258162118979198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1742258162118979198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1742258162118979198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2011/04/return-of-dakshy.html' title='The Return of Dakshy'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-33253809219129755</id><published>2009-08-18T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:02:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Sailing School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dakshy has just returned from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monsoon Sailing School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The event was organized by my company (and me) at Putrajaya Martitime Centre. It was a beautiful place wei! Really! The landscape, the view, the interior designing, everything was superb! &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;The event went extremely well too. The participants were very nice people, the weather was very friendly, the VIPs turned up, I didnt miss out anything I was supposed to do. Yup, it was an awesome event (and my first one too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met a whole lotta people there too.. from our internal coaches to our inhouse yacht manager to Astro crew to the Deputy Minister of Youth and Sports to the chairman of the Monsoon Cup to a lot of people la. Can't be listing each and everyone of them. :P&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;Anyhow, all's good and over. Now, I'm back to the office... Safe and sound. &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;Oh yes!! And note to all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have been accepted into IMU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Your wish will come true~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-33253809219129755?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/33253809219129755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=33253809219129755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/33253809219129755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/33253809219129755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sailing-clubbing.html' title='Monsoon Sailing School'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7850886881657981077</id><published>2009-08-06T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:32:31.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gloomy Weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the alarm rings.. snooze 1.. snooze 2.. stop alarm 20 mins later.. lift head from pillow.. take a deep breath.. open the blanket to face the window... no sunlight.. drop head back to the pillow, pull back blanket and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wake up 15 minutes later to realise that i'm fucking late for work.&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;This is how it has been for over a week now. The weather is so bloody gloomy every morning! The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has completely blocked the sunlight to reach the surface of the earth! Do you know how it feels to walk out of home or to look out the window??&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;- It looks like its gonna rain at all times and I end up taking my umbrella everywhere I go, BUT it won't rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- When you take a deep breath, you end up choking rather than feeling refreshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- If you're out for more than 1 hour, your eyes begin to tear and you just wanna get back indoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Its so friggin hard to wake up every morning as it just looks so gloomy and sleep comes pulling you back to the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- When you sweat, the droplets just stick to your body and makes you feel sticky rather than evaporating and making you feel comfortable again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Headaches come more often than the happy jumpy feeling.&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;So yea. Life gets very badly affected when the weather turns its ass on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The August Babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next time I see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Jie Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they're all gonna get it from me! One on the right cheek and one on the left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have been sending out emails to them and NO replies!! Planning a sleep over isnt very easy if your girlfriends dont reply and decisions cant be made you know. :( &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;The current plan for the sleep over is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 28th August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We meet up at one spot and drive to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pei Yi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; college in Kota Damansara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang out there and spend some time in her college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leave the college and come back to KL to hang out somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go back to my house to park the bags and go out for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 29th August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We wake up laaaaaaaaaaaaaaate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go out for breakfast (if its still btreakfast time) and hang out the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At about 8 something, we get to a club and start the clubbing session that'll go on all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 30th August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We wake up laaaaaaaaaaaaaate again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amble out of bed and get ready to pack up and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have lunch and depart to respective homes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And THAT would be the plan for the sleep over. Simple and easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supplies needed for sleep-over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abundant supply of food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Car - 2 units (or 1 unit will be good too, if squeezing is okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cash&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;Yeap and that would be all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sleep Over 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in conjunction of the August Babies' Birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-Level Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My results are coming out!!!! Oh lord, please bless my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My A-Levels that I completed in June 2009 have been analysed and marked by examiners in the UK. Thus, the results are being released on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;11th of August 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeap, the ultimate result for a 2 year course that i slogged and completed. It will therefore be determining my life on the 11th, which is next week Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been scheduled for a trip to Jakarta for&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the 9th of August. He'll be coming back only on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;14th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ I can do it on my own, I hope ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-7850886881657981077?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7850886881657981077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7850886881657981077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7850886881657981077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7850886881657981077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/08/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7014655255615794392</id><published>2009-07-23T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:14:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duke, the german shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone! I realise that I have only been publishing posts after long breaks. Can't help it la. I really didnt have anything to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duke is my &lt;strong&gt;5month&lt;/strong&gt; old &lt;strong&gt;German Shepherd&lt;/strong&gt;, who I spend most of my time with. We bought him recently to guard my mom's shop in Bangsar since the break-in rate is really high there. He's such a darling and he's very attached to me. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few photos of him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ70UBJRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Fav6HqegDvw/s1600-h/4791_113878817078_615027078_2808910_7010906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361546279644112146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ70UBJRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Fav6HqegDvw/s320/4791_113878817078_615027078_2808910_7010906_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at the entrance of my mom's shop &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ7fwx2eI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4VHTqhuNGVc/s1600-h/4791_113878847078_615027078_2808913_5343376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361546274127600098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ7fwx2eI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4VHTqhuNGVc/s320/4791_113878847078_615027078_2808913_5343376_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;, Duke and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ7Bc-TMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YcmZYuqzCSU/s1600-h/4791_113878812078_615027078_2808909_4852032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361546265991466178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ7Bc-TMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YcmZYuqzCSU/s320/4791_113878812078_615027078_2808909_4852032_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His sad face, pleading to me allowed into the shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ6wMmWnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gZzbMiC3IAo/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361546261359385202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ6wMmWnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gZzbMiC3IAo/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His day out to the park @ Quepacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every morning, I would go over to my mom's shop, feed him milk, play with him for a while and go off to work. The reason why I have to go over every morning is because nobody else can handle him and put him into his cage. After work, I'll take him for a walk , play with him for a while and feed him dinner. He'll be left behind in the shop at night to guard the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's such a darling but as days go by, he's growing rapidly and whenever he jumps on me to show his excitement, I feel like the weight of the whole word has landed on my chest and just pushing me down. So yea. Its not a very nice feeling. However, he's very obidient if not for the jumping. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sleep Over 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeap, that's right. We're gonna have the second sleep over this August. It's gonna be just like the one last year BUT this time I'm gonna try my level best to have the clubbing session that we couldn't have last year. :) I have to make it work. My friends and I have not been clubbing since the time we turned 18 you know. I mean, we've all been separately, but not together! I have a number of places that will be perfect to hang out. The biggest problem though, is  getting the permission from mom. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~is London a must??~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-7014655255615794392?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7014655255615794392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7014655255615794392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7014655255615794392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7014655255615794392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/07/duke-german-shepherd.html' title='duke, the german shepherd'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SmgJ70UBJRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Fav6HqegDvw/s72-c/4791_113878817078_615027078_2808910_7010906_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-4948467405947590659</id><published>2009-06-26T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:35:03.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, i was woken up by the news that The Ultimate King of Pop, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has passed away. I truly couldnt believe it. I knew that he just turned 51 this year, and teh fact that he died of a cardiac arrest simply shocked me even more. I still can't digest the fact that he is no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tribute to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hlaFRMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OcNBMOw2MvM/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535875107144898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hlaFRMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OcNBMOw2MvM/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hZUxIbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/FpUjzhCKb7k/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535871863628210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hZUxIbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/FpUjzhCKb7k/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5heqC39I/AAAAAAAAAas/K_kkVlTx_O4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535873295048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5heqC39I/AAAAAAAAAas/K_kkVlTx_O4/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hAssl2I/AAAAAAAAAak/E1Ib6G8PyuQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535865253107554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hAssl2I/AAAAAAAAAak/E1Ib6G8PyuQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5g2a6fJI/AAAAAAAAAac/3H-fZ2FP1_M/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535862494166162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5g2a6fJI/AAAAAAAAAac/3H-fZ2FP1_M/s320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been spending the whole of today listening and watching all of his songs. The world has just lost one of its finest musicians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May he Rest In Peace.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~You'll live in our Hearts MJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-4948467405947590659?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/4948467405947590659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=4948467405947590659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4948467405947590659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4948467405947590659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='the King of Pop'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SkR5hlaFRMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OcNBMOw2MvM/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1120039932617860720</id><published>2009-06-25T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:12:00.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from office</title><content type='html'>For the first time,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blogs from office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why today after all days have i decided to blog? Well, that would be beacuse, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who i work for is off today. That would mean that I don't have much work to do. :( And her other friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who is in PR too, is off. So, I'm all alone in PR department, with absolutely nothing to do. I was initially reading some stuff about the &lt;strong&gt;Monsoon Cup&lt;/strong&gt; to know how it actually works, but I got bored within the first 10minutes. So, i have post-poned the reading and understanding the Monsoon Cup session. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and many other people have been asking me how has my work been and what do i actually do. Since i never really had the time to answer their questions, I guess I'm gonna explain it today, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for &lt;strong&gt;T-Best Events Sdn. Bhd&lt;/strong&gt;.. We are the organizers for the Monsoon Cup, which is actually a sailing competition that is somewhat like that World Cup for Sailing. The finals is usually held here, in Terengganu, Malaysia. Since the Monsoon Cup is only in December every year, we also host events that are related to the Monsoon Cup to promote the Monsoon Cup and give some credit to the sponsors of the Monsoon Cup such as, VW, Ri-Yaz Heritage &amp;amp; Spa Resort, ASTRO and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is actually the Events Manager, here in T-Best. And i work under her. I basically do documentation for her as she needs to concentrate more on the hands-on things with the sponsors and all. So, i prepare reports, minutes of meetings and all that. I also do some filing now and then, whenever it involves the PR Department. I was also told by Mira that I will be going to Terengganu now and then to manage some things during the event.&lt;br /&gt;So yea. That's basically what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People in the Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office is actually a conner-lot house in Bangsar. So, we're all not really far far away and require the phone to intercom to speak to each other. Our tables are all very nearby. This would mean that we don't really have much communication barriers. I knew most of them in the office within the second day in office itself. :) They're really nice people. I really like the environment here. But i dread it when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mira AND  Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are not here. I feel kinda lonely because everybody's doing their work and talking to those around them and I'm not because the ones around me are absent.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm gonna be spending most of my time today by watching movies, facebook-ing and reading about the Monsoon Cup. I have a string of movies to watch! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic employee I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Transformers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first show of Transformers 2 day before yesterday!! Muahahahaha! And the movie is fantastic people! It was taken very well, though it was a little bit draggy towards the end, the graphics, story and dialogues were truly fantastic! I watched the movie with a big group of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yoga's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends (15 of us). Not a very big group though, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dev from India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's really close friend from Bombay, India sent her son, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who is 18 this year, for a stay in my place for one week from the 28th of June. I'm so excited! The last time we hung out was when I was 15, when he came over to Malaysia. He's really fun to be with. And since I haven't been having much fun recently, I guess hanging out with him will be quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Duke, The German Shepard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the break-ins in Bangsar is really high, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and my mom decided to get a dog to guard the place at night. And we got a pure breed German Shepard! Oh my God! He's so adorable, yet fierce. :) He's only attached to me, Yoga and my dad. He's closer to me though because i see him every morning, evening and night. And I'm the one who gives him his meals. hehe. So yea. He's damn cute and he's only 3 months old. But trust me, he isnt as small as you would expect a normal 3 month old puppy would be. He's quite big and will grow to a substantial height when he's fully matured. His name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way. We named him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play every evening and really look forward to seeing each other the next day. You must see how excited he gets as soon as he sees me first thing in the morning, when i come over to give him milk. He runs to me and never lets me go. He somehow or other does not realise how big sized he is, when he jumps on me. I literally fell the other day when he pounced on me. But I didnt feel much of the pain when i realised that the reason why he jumped on me was because he wanted to lick me. Haha. He's damn cute wei.&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload some photos of him in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~not looked after when needed~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1120039932617860720?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1120039932617860720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1120039932617860720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1120039932617860720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1120039932617860720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-office.html' title='from office'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1712223571774630645</id><published>2009-06-06T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:26:56.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams and so much more</title><content type='html'>exams&lt;br /&gt;my finals are going on now. it started on the 18th of May and will be ending on the 8th of June. i simply cant wait!! my 1 and a 1/2 years of studying in MAHSA is finally gonna end! words cant express how happy i am right now you know.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lemme give you a summary of my papers that i have sat for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th May - Mechanics (math)&lt;br /&gt;this paper is something like physics where we do calculations of forces, energy and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;the paper was fantastic though! :) it was quite simple as i did quite a lot of preparation for it before the exam.&lt;br /&gt;estimated result : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th May - Biology (paper 4)&lt;br /&gt;this paper is exactly like our biology paper 2 in SPM. we've got 8 structure questions and 2 essay questions. quite a challenging paper. since i went for tuition lessons with a really good lecturer, the paper seemed quite friendly. i could attempt most of the questions and the essay question was god sent. :))))&lt;br /&gt;estimated result : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th May - Maths (pure)&lt;br /&gt;this paper is something like additional mathematics paper 2 in SPM. as much as math is my most favourite subject and all that, i was shit scared of this paper and true enough, it was minblowingly tough! arrrrggghhh! seriously wei. each and every question was so challenging. i really dunno how i am gonna fair in it. i have NOT sat for such a tough paper in my life wei. haiyooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;estimated result : B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd June - Chemistry (paper 4)&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite subject's paper would be this chemitry paper. it was very fun to do. though there were tough parts in the paper, most of the questions were very familiar and friendly upon completing the past years. and the best part about this paper was that all the challenging questions were given very little marks. so, even if i could not score for all those questions, my ass is still saved. :)&lt;br /&gt;estimated result : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th June - Biolgy (paper 5)&lt;br /&gt;8th June - Chemistry (paper 5)&lt;br /&gt;these papers are like science paper 3 that we do in SPM. it mostly involves the planning of experiments and evaluating the results obtained. i'm quite weak in these papers, but hopefully, after doing all the past years and stuff, i get good results for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be all the papers. on the 8th of June, from 3.30pm onwards, i will be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;no more A-levels,&lt;br /&gt;no more studying and&lt;br /&gt;no more MAHSA!&lt;br /&gt;whoop-de-doo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money money money&lt;br /&gt;i'll be starting my Pharmacy programme in IMU in Jan 2010. the course seems to be quite costly. so, to help my mom out financially, i have decided to get a job. i thought of saving some money, so that i can finance myself in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miraka, who's currently working in Tbest Events, needs an assistant to help her out with some documentation and stuff. when i told her that i was gonna look for a job during my 6-months break, she appointed me staright away. also, her company organizes the Monsoon Cup every year, that'll mean that i'll be involved in that too. :)&lt;br /&gt;job search, done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i have got an interview to attend before i get the job. and that interview will be on the 9th of June. just as i was a little relaxed that it was gonna be miraka who'll be interviewing me, i got to know that miraka's BOSS will be the interviewier. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not been for an interview before in my life, and this is gonna be my first. i'm kinda nervous about it. guess who's gonna give me lessons on 'how to make the interview successful'?&lt;br /&gt;YOGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, its gonna be him. you may wonder why i chose him. trust me, it isnt only because he's my boyfriend, but also because his success rates in interviews in too close to 100%. yep. every company that interviews him, wants him in their company. that would be because of..1. he's certs and stuff are bloody good&lt;br /&gt;2. he has handled quite a lot of happening projects with big-timers&lt;br /&gt;and most of all...&lt;br /&gt;3. he's bloody smooth with his words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number 3 is what i wanna get hold off before i go for this interview. i dont really have a good record of capturing someone with my words. appearance, yes. (haha) so yea. i'm gonna have a crash course with Yoga before i attend this interview. oh yea, i just remembered something else i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;learn what the Monsoon Cup is about and not conclude that the sailors go round and round for absolutely no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, the 13th of June&lt;br /&gt;i have planned to meet up my friends, siewie, koo, pei yi, mei kay and becca for lunch as my life-taking exams would have ended by then. its been really long since i've caught up with them. and hopefully they'll all be free for the meet-up session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~post-exam treat~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1712223571774630645?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1712223571774630645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1712223571774630645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1712223571774630645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1712223571774630645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-and-so-much-more.html' title='exams and so much more'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2474208604471023585</id><published>2009-04-29T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:41:57.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the time table is screwed up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the time table is screwed up, what do normal people do?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a) moan about it all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(b) skip classes that do not favour their comfort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(c) talk to their lecturers to alter the timing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, what do i do about it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look at the bright side and not bother. &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;my classes are okayyy on monday, tuesday and thursday but its a little screwed up on wednesday. that would be because i only have one chemistry class from 9 - 10am and another chemistry class at 3 - 4pm. and absolutely nothing in between. most of them are dreading it, but i'm simply enjoying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why you ask??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i have 5 hours in between to do my own revision and drop by to see my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for lunch at his office. &lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is what i meant by looking at the bright side)&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;so yea. since today is wednesday, i was about to do exactly what i had planned to do but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kinda busy. so, i guess its just gonna be the revision part. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the internet connection in malaysia sucks BIG TIME!!! trust me, if a streamyx guy is reading this blog right now, i have got something to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"improve your bloody internet connection and stop making our lives miserable! if tmnet is just so stupid that they dont know how to make a broadband system that does not malfunction at least once a week, import experts and get them to do the freaking job! one more thing, when we call to make a complain or to ask some questions, PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you know that my internet connection in my mom's place and my home were both down at the same time?? how do you expect us to use the internet la?! when we call them, they'll tell us that there's no problem with the phone line, call the technical services and they'll help you out. and when we call the &lt;em&gt;technical services&lt;/em&gt;, they dont pick up the phone. they'll just keep us on hold for hours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you tell me if i'll get irritated?! &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;okay fine, if we dont bother calling and go straight to tmnet, they'll ask us to carry out a few tasks and guarantee that the internet will work after that. YET it wont work. they just wont come over and fix the stupid thing themselves. haiyoooo. if i ever get hold of these people ah, trust me, &lt;strong&gt;i'll butcher them into small pieces, pour petrol on the pieces, set it on fire and once the fire has subsided, i'll pee on it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's really how annoyed i am. i actually have to use the internet in my college, which blocks most of the interactive pages to check my mails and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ sleeeeeeeeepyyyy~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2474208604471023585?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-8219572261898835515</id><published>2009-04-28T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:12:26.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the library once again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EXAMS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh dear lord, why did you create human beings who have sufficient brain cells to invent something called 'examinations'??? why why oh why?? &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;i really cant stand the stress of exams.. really. as much as the beautiful thought of having ONLY 3 weeks to spend in this college till i'm completely done is dancing in my head, exam stress and preparations keep pounding into me! damn bad shape la. its that whole SPM feeling again you know. where you cant watch a movie, hang out with your friends, have looooong lunches, go for a date with your bf without feeling GUILTY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaargh!!&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;it's not that i hate studying or the chapters are tough you know, its just that quizzical feeling whether you've studied enough to be able to face the examination and know that you can score good results. and trust me, my college isnt really a place you'll be willing to spend another 6 months willingly just to score well and proceed with your degree you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its a place you'll be just waiting to go away and never return. once you've left, you might even find ways to not come back to collect your fantastic results, if you've got fantastic results that is. &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;so, anyways, i have forbidden all the mentioned things that a normal human being would do for relaxation and completely focus on my studies though i dont really have to. &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;moving on, my lecturer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiyo.. i cant stand the sight of him la! he's damn bloody annoying. my friends would definitely know how i usually am towards educators. i DONT go against them or miss their classes on purposes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least i dont do them now when i am studying in a college, though i used to when i was in school. *wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but anyways, i DONT do that these days you know. and do you know something?! this stupid lecturer of mine, keeps treating me like a student who actually does such things you know. he keeps saying...&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;em&gt;upon teaching a really tough sum...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"this is why you should attend my lessons and not skip them and loiter around brickfields."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you know that in a week, i only go to my mom's shop like twice, and the rest of the time i'm only at home or college? i dont even skip his lessons in the first place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you know dakshini, you should be like the rest and spend some extra time in college and not keep rushing to go back home all the time"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only reason why i look as if i'm rushing all the time to go home right after lessons is because i have a MOTHER who has a busy schedule that comes all the way to just pick me up. unlike the rest who have cars and drive to college and most of them live in the hostel. i cant help it right? if you say that you are gonna finish your lessons at 4pm, you have to finish it at 4pm, or if you wish to extend it, you should just shut up and let me inform my mom to come a little later. if you dont do both, i have to rush and leave the class asap right?? you can expect me to just lepak in class while you teach and not be bothered about my mom waiting outside for so long right?! &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;em&gt;if i ask him a question regarding a mathematical sum that i had difficulties solving...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "why are you asking me such simple questions?? this means that you have not been revising and your base in mathematics is very weak! you're simply not a bright student. you definitely cannot get an A in you exam la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FYI, i do not ask simple questions ok?! my maths is good (not that i am boasting) and that question is tough! when another student asks a bloody freaking simple question, he'll complete the whole thing without saying anything. but if it is, he'll make me and my question sound so stupid. &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;i really cant stand my college la. its so bloody annoying when you have a lecturer who keeps bullying you and treating you like dirt. i'm so bloody irritated. like i dont have other things to worry about and concentrate, these dumb asses have to put salt on my wounds. &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;damn this college and their screwed up lecturers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless, there's always something good in a pile of crap. that would be my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;chemistry lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who i ahev nothing to complain about till this very date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~stress~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-8219572261898835515?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/8219572261898835515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=8219572261898835515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/8219572261898835515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/8219572261898835515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-library-once-again.html' title='from the library once again..'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7979616470456452676</id><published>2009-04-11T11:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:14:12.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 - 2009</title><content type='html'>goodness gracious! the F1 race in sepang was the worst in the history of F1! and i was there, watching it LIVE!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaarggggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i took loads of pics, which was a small consolation for the crap race. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note that these were pics from my camera while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was driving at &lt;strong&gt;120km/h&lt;/strong&gt; on the way to sepang. trust me, the drive was so mmuch fun than the race itself. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;i shall load the rest of the pics when&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decides to send me the pics from his camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279016967996402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWD96rA_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ne1YfuOf_YE/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWDiwUV6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/sijlIm1L-cQ/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279009676810146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWDiwUV6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/sijlIm1L-cQ/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWDSoko7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Et4VcRXw44Y/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279005349356466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWDSoko7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Et4VcRXw44Y/s320/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWDLaAo7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/B273H91gSj8/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279003409228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWDLaAo7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/B273H91gSj8/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWC8kBvLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/zFO0Nc_RGWs/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323278999424711858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWC8kBvLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/zFO0Nc_RGWs/s320/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATgRJvBOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CZt7fD6xH-A/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276204632900834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATgRJvBOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CZt7fD6xH-A/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATgCmT9AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/B7LEOuiEzTA/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276200726230018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATgCmT9AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/B7LEOuiEzTA/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATf8sy9HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rnngu_bBp5M/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276199142814834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATf8sy9HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rnngu_bBp5M/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATfhhhHtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YsNvmulhDqg/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276191847751378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeATfhhhHtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YsNvmulhDqg/s320/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one hell of a driver he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ maturing ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-7979616470456452676?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7979616470456452676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7979616470456452676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7979616470456452676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7979616470456452676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/04/f1-2009.html' title='F1 - 2009'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SeAWD96rA_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ne1YfuOf_YE/s72-c/DSC01117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-3846072221307967647</id><published>2009-02-24T14:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:25:09.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delayed blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know its a really delayed blog for valentines day, but i really dont have a choice because of my college and tests after tests! so, yea. anyways, valentines lunch with my friends was GREAT!! these were the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVyJLdJGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Jg9b3dyuse8/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249474662540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVyJLdJGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Jg9b3dyuse8/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; mei kay getting ready to dig in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVyJuJFoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9rlItzmVy4E/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249474808026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVyJuJFoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9rlItzmVy4E/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;becca and her sizzling premier lamb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVxzZLaZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JashXd9r2RM/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249468814518674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVxzZLaZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JashXd9r2RM/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; becca and i.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVx9OP-uI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aDxPLG6acNI/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249471453035234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVx9OP-uI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aDxPLG6acNI/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; jie lee and i.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVxl1y6zI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J7naNH_pPno/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249465176451890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOVxl1y6zI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J7naNH_pPno/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pei yi and siewie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOcxfpB-oI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0yON7wJj-JU/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306257160093694594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOcxfpB-oI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0yON7wJj-JU/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jie lee, mie kay, becca and i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOcxZWtlJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QiIJc1aH6qg/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306257158406247570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOcxZWtlJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QiIJc1aH6qg/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mei kay and pei yi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOcxPZ-zfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QP0D97lItIo/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306257155735604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOcxPZ-zfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QP0D97lItIo/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jie lee and mei kay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-8F5MCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/hFgKf7r1dd4/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306256291557617698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-8F5MCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/hFgKf7r1dd4/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siew and mei kay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-lcvFvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yqVaaP5eIek/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306256285479409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-lcvFvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yqVaaP5eIek/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siew and jie lee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-uiqxcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/s89fd554Q30/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306256287920211394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-uiqxcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/s89fd554Q30/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; becca and mei kay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-b3eCfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lMHEBsaX6Rc/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306256282907183602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-b3eCfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lMHEBsaX6Rc/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jie lee, siew and i.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-ApRyWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BTgDSdwUte0/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306256275599903074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOb-ApRyWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BTgDSdwUte0/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;becca and the flowers on the table.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOaoMQFCfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/S05hpeVkfHg/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306254801246685682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOaoMQFCfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/S05hpeVkfHg/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cakes that mei kay bought as a compensation of being late for the lunch.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOaoNgLDZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6howU7fbCC0/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306254801582624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOaoNgLDZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6howU7fbCC0/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siew taking pics .. i like the setting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOan8anmUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eXbgwD6HcP4/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306254796995926338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOan8anmUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eXbgwD6HcP4/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pei yi and the chocs she bought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOanogaU6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/FuTiZiwckgA/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306254791651513250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOanogaU6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/FuTiZiwckgA/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mei kay - upset that the cakes she bought was a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle out of shape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYK0RdrDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eLGeNXvY600/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306252097570581554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYK0RdrDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eLGeNXvY600/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; becca and her food again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYKvFeZjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/E4OFDiantG8/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306252096178120242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYKvFeZjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/E4OFDiantG8/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; siew and her food- chic chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYLLxTPNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/U72gV-ltCfY/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306252103878130898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYLLxTPNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/U72gV-ltCfY/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mei kay - excited with her OWN muriel jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYK-tZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/C7G6Bs6KriU/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306252100372096946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYK-tZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/C7G6Bs6KriU/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that would be my sizzling chic.. sizzling away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYKKMwjkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5TcY7VoR9Vs/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306252086276558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SaOYKKMwjkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5TcY7VoR9Vs/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pei yi and the fish on her plate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know the pics arent following the order, but blogspot is annoying me, so i'm just gonna leave it as it is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~proud~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all (mostly uncles and aunts.. family) who have been asking me what i want for my birthday, i announced to them all that the theme for my gifts this year is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarees&lt;/span&gt;. so, yea. that was done and accomplished with about 50% success as not all of them wish to travel all the way to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;klang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (has largest number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saree&lt;/span&gt; shops) to get me one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;announcing gift theme - check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shopping &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, since it was a public holiday and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom, sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i were free, we decided to go for shopping to get my birthday clothes. and the location was - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nichii&lt;/span&gt; fashion city&lt;/strong&gt;. that would be because i was mainly going for formal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;clothing&lt;/span&gt; and not much fancy outfits as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got loads of interviews to attend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IMU&lt;/span&gt; and all that. plus, dressing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IMU&lt;/span&gt; is formal only. &lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nichii&lt;/span&gt;, i bought myself 2 dresses and 2 happening blouses, courtesy of my sister and mom's sense of fashion. ;) the dresses were both black in colour and one of the blouses were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and the other was black too. i was quite shocked that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was okay with me getting black outfits for my birthday. but, what the heck? appreciate what you get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shopping - check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;punjabi&lt;/span&gt; suits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter how much we've modernized ourselves, i always feel that we should never let go of our culture. that's why i personally make it a must to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;punjabi&lt;/span&gt; suit during the first half of my birthday at least and do some special prayers in a temple on the morning of the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. and yes, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got me a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;punjabi&lt;/span&gt; suit for the morning prayer. its a beautiful white with gold linings and the fitting is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perfecto&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;punjabi&lt;/span&gt; suit - check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hairy me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being born for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;dad's side)&lt;/strong&gt; who happens to be super hairy on the face, hands and legs, i have inherited that characteristic of hers. and the effects of being hairy? well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you've gotta withstand the agony of hot wax being poured on your legs and then ripped off with muslin cloth so that you can wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mircomini&lt;/span&gt; skirts and not look odd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you've gotta get nylon thread pulled against your upper lip so that strands of hair will be removed so that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; look like a man disguising as a woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you've gotta watch your &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; use a blade to shave off strands of hair around your eyebrows that is millimetres away from your eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;. that would be all you have to do if you're born for a grandma like mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;waxing, threading and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shaping eyebrow&lt;/span&gt; - check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little vanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna sound like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;superly&lt;/span&gt; spoilt child, i really love getting my nails done on special occasions. really. i find it really elegant and sometimes necessary. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; painted both my toes and my fingernails a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweet pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this time. i really wanted to paint them all black with some white designs but as i suggested this to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she nearly flipped. so, i thought of pleasing her a little and not getting killed before my birthday by choosing pink instead. its not that bad of a colour, though its not that nice of a colour compared to black. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;any which&lt;/span&gt; ways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just happy that my nails are done. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manicure &amp;amp; pedicure session - check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that would be all of my yearly rituals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~surprise me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-7100058224624564919?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7100058224624564919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7100058224624564919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7100058224624564919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7100058224624564919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pre-birthday.html' title='pre-birthday'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1698860564296079741</id><published>2009-02-08T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:17:39.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day of being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2 of being sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know right, being sick definitely has its pros and cons. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;would be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you can skip all your daily chores and nobody will come after you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you can be in bed all day long and not feel guilty one bit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you can order anybody aro0und to get your things done and no one will be offended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you can ask for any food you want and those at home will actually make it for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you can look the worst ever and still it wouldnt matter to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you can really test how much a human being can sleep in a day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and of course, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;would be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you will feel almost miserable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- if there has been something you've been looking forward to so much, you will definitely not have the mood to do it (i.e. my birthday celebration)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- you've gotta swallow the world's most bitter thing - medicine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- your head will not be able to be up for more than 20 minutes without getting a headache&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- your grandma will come up with all the remedies in the world during this period of time and shove it down your thrat (at least mine does)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- at all times, you'll feel like an entire rugby team slammed themselves against you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup, that would be all the pros and cons. without weighing them and stating them out, i somehow feel that the intensity of the cons is unbearable. i might as well go on with my daily chores and get scolded by everyone rather than to be in bed, sick. i really can't stand it wei. it gets on my nerves to be sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thaipoosam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today's thaipoosam. being an indian, i should be bloody happy about this and all dressed up to hit the road to batu caves. unfortunately, that's not exactly what i intend to do right now. thaipoosam has never really been my favourite festival. and that would be because of the crowd. i simply cannot endure a place that is so overly crowded. call me a spoilt child, but i feel claustrophobic almost immediately once i get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyhow, i would like to wish &lt;strong&gt;Happy Thaipoosam&lt;/strong&gt; to all the indians out there. hope all their prayers come true without any exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY5oqNEUJEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BhEVBd1_YlU/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300288885733205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY5oqNEUJEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BhEVBd1_YlU/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~i wanna feel better asap!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1698860564296079741?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1698860564296079741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1698860564296079741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1698860564296079741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1698860564296079741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-of-being-sick.html' title='another day of being sick'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY5oqNEUJEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BhEVBd1_YlU/s72-c/P1010065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-4833852829337933952</id><published>2009-02-07T12:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:28:04.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;having a dull day just like me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laugh a little with some comic strips i have uploaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: life's short, dont spend it by feeling miserable. live it to the fullest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3QW7e2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rEkrwMzpc0M/s1600-h/ZitsGoodBoy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921873071209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3QW7e2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rEkrwMzpc0M/s400/ZitsGoodBoy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3Q_EwbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/X4K85ADVoRs/s1600-h/ZitsBeAll.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921873239589298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3Q_EwbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/X4K85ADVoRs/s400/ZitsBeAll.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3KkbTKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/m7FEpD9rEpQ/s1600-h/Zits1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921871517207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3KkbTKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/m7FEpD9rEpQ/s400/Zits1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3PXDdQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AipJ411wf4U/s1600-h/Zits.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921872803296514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a3PXDdQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AipJ411wf4U/s400/Zits.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a29coYjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q8ZExDPg-Rs/s1600-h/pizzacomic.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921867994849842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0a29coYjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q8ZExDPg-Rs/s400/pizzacomic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0an9HWjVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/s9xCGXq6vCk/s1600-h/garfield-pooky-sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921610207563090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0an9HWjVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/s9xCGXq6vCk/s400/garfield-pooky-sleep.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0anmsvLgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/u32JLfXJzR0/s1600-h/ga980419.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921604190350850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0anmsvLgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/u32JLfXJzR0/s400/ga980419.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0ann6iIBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cofCZKVcyMs/s1600-h/ga000917.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921604516651026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0ann6iIBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cofCZKVcyMs/s400/ga000917.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0anj4tVVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3xJmxLxIgbE/s1600-h/ga.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921603435255122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0anj4tVVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3xJmxLxIgbE/s400/ga.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0anTQLAkI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kCLUsRjHOgA/s1600-h/040107zits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299921598970266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0anTQLAkI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kCLUsRjHOgA/s400/040107zits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~it takes time~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-4833852829337933952?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/4833852829337933952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=4833852829337933952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4833852829337933952'/><link rel='self' 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with the whole package of agonizing soarthroat, flu, super duper high fever, phlegm and cough. and guess what's the icing of the cake??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my birthday's next week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!&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;this is really really annoying you know. i simply can't stand it. i'm supposed to have tuition today with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ms.jaslin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for bio and i had to cancel it because i'm sick. oh lord! why?!?! why me??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0P4dDSLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/kvxG0esz2M0/s1600-h/sickp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299909799030435154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0P4dDSLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/kvxG0esz2M0/s320/sickp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have got absolutely no mood to do anything. eat, sleep, talk, walk, go anywhere. nope, nada. all i feel like doing right now is&lt;strong&gt; bang my head against the wall&lt;/strong&gt; over and over again. that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0P4YX0lzI/AAAAAAAAASc/pMzo6m4wXgw/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299909797774399282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0P4YX0lzI/AAAAAAAAASc/pMzo6m4wXgw/s320/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~be back fast~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-4196813562592032295?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/4196813562592032295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=4196813562592032295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4196813562592032295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4196813562592032295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0P4dDSLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/kvxG0esz2M0/s72-c/sickp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7787333731201835292</id><published>2009-02-03T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:11:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from college 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have decided to bring my lappy as often as i can to college as it looks like i've gotta wait at least half an hour everyday for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be done with class so that we can go for lunch. i know i can go myself, but i really can't stand the idea of having lunch by myself in a restaurant. i completely dont mind the idea of buying back the food and eating in my classroom but the distance that i have to travel to do so and the cold temperature i have to endure isnt exactly to my liking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anywho, i've got a mega achievement today!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt; does a small time celebration dance*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, during biology class, we were divided into groups of 2 and i was with the class' smartest guy, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tay kim siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a.k.a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; our on-the-spot assignment was to do a presentation on the nephrons of the kidney, mainly the proximal convoluted tubule, which is the longest part of the chapter. we were the first to present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; volunteered to draw out the diagram for the selective reabsorption process of the PCT. then, mdm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;leela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my lecturer, told me to write out an essay on the PCT. and guess what?! i practically wrote a 200-word essay on the spot! without a pause and within about 5 mins only. my lecturer and the entire class were shocked! i didnt even have a book to refer to. it was bloody spontaneous. and i was so proud of myself and so was my lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looks like the kidney's gonna be my favourite chapter from here on! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below would be a picture of half of the things i wrote. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_Fl19UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wlb-T_98IWE/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902216410625346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_Fl19UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wlb-T_98IWE/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i sound like i'm bragging, but this is something i never knew i could do in BIOLOGY! it was one hell of an achievement for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yoga's new apartment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, i went over to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;new apartment after college. as soon as i entered the apartment, i noticed one thing.. the walls are the exact same colour as the walls in my room! its a really really sweet yellow. and the rooms are one kind of a funny green. but its still green, so, i LOVE it! anyhow, the apartment is semi-furnished. it comes with airconds, lights and toilet accessories only. but otherwise, the apartment was really really nice. very well kept, not dusty, walls well painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we dropped by too, yoga's room partner&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;, suresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was there. and he was fixing his own 6 feet cupboard bought in ikea, by himself! oh my god! i was shocked! i never knew that there are people actually capable of this, except the carpenters of course. since&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; suresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was struggling a little with the carrying and the fixing of the super duper heavy cupboard,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doing? well.. absolutely nothing! hehhe. it was so fun watching them work wei. they were constantly getting confused with the manual and turning it towards the wrong direction. hhaha. it was so so fun. and below would be a few pictures of them fixing it. oh yes, and i was taking photographs too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_Z7t3KI/AAAAAAAAASM/OLWUb4xULA4/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902221871078562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_Z7t3KI/AAAAAAAAASM/OLWUb4xULA4/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_L0BfhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vuJtKsqVQ3w/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902218080714258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_L0BfhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vuJtKsqVQ3w/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_vSnzaI/AAAAAAAAASU/zQtm8BOQiGU/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902227604295074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_vSnzaI/AAAAAAAAASU/zQtm8BOQiGU/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~hmmmmm...~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8602115854506347476-7787333731201835292?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7787333731201835292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7787333731201835292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7787333731201835292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7787333731201835292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-college-2.html' title='from college 2'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SY0I_Fl19UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wlb-T_98IWE/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2834484108582890334</id><published>2009-02-03T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:39:44.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from college</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yoga's back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went on a 2 week trip to india for some prayer purposes. and he came back yesterday! finally wei. those 2 weeks felt like an eternity! pheew! i'm glad its over. anyways, he got me a few things from india too. that would be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a beautiful 2 toned saree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 sets of really pretty anklets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a set of anti-nausea bands&lt;/strong&gt; - he got me these bands that have special metal knobs to be worn on your wrists. it seems that if you actually put it on, your nausea will reduce. and he bought this because i constantly get nauseated for everything. hahha. he's damn cute la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday bash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, to correct, its just birthday. not much of a "bash". that would be because, &lt;strong&gt;super-considerate-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has decided to cut down on expenditure experienced by her parents. and the reason for that, would be, i'm gonna be doing my pharmacy in one of the most expensive universities and that's gonna cost a LOT. &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;anyways, coming back to the birthday thingy, i'm gonna have a small get-together at home with my extended family of cousins and relatives mostly. thought of getting a satay guy to grill some satay.. get some pizzas.. drinks.. pot luck food... junk food.. yea. that's practically it. i thought of going for a nice dinner on the eve of my birthday with my immediate family too. maybe, make a trip to genting highlands for a night. we'll just see what comes up.&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;i usually have a theme for my birthday gifts from my uncles and aunts who have no idea of what to get me. and the theme for year 2009 is..... &lt;strong&gt;sarees&lt;/strong&gt;. i've asked them to get me sarees this year. it doesnt HAVE to be super expensive ones, but just simple ones to fill up my cupboard. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;college&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since my results for my first sem is out and i dont have to repeat any papers, i've decided to move on to the second semester of a-levels. this is where the head ache begins. the chapters are getting really really tough. even maths for the matter. every subject requires equal attention. last year, for my 1st sem, i completely ignored maths and did only last minute studying. but this year, looks like i cant even dream of doing such things. last minute studying is completely out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this sem will be going on for the next 6months, whereby, the exams come in may/june. after that, i'll have to move on to completing my LAN subjects. that'll take another month or so. once my LAN is done, i'll have to sit for an&lt;strong&gt; IELTS&lt;/strong&gt; test carried out by the british council. this IELTS test happens to be one of the requirements before i get into IMU to do the Mpharm programme. i have got seriously NO idea about this thingy and i think i've gotta drop in to the british council one of these days to check on that. &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;ish ish. i hate all this nonsense la. cant i just join IMU without having to go through all this rubbish?! already i did a freaking long a-level programme and now, i must sit for another exam. haiyo. according to the brochure that i downloaded from the net, i'll actually have to study about it la. this is friggin' annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gathering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;valentine's gathering with my friends and i are getting closer and closer. i seriously cant wait for it. its been so long since we've met up and talked. the last time we met up in nando's, we were there for almost 4 hours, just talking about our lives.. past and present. it was so fun. and i have to remind myself to bring the camera la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yoga's new job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got a new job and today was his first day. and his job is in mont kiara! which is like just about 15 mins from my college! he has also moved to an apartment in taman desa with his friend so that he doesnt have to get stuck in the cheras jam every morning to get to work. that would mean that i can do some interior designing, get a key to his apartment and drop by whenever i want! how fantastic is that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ashie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realised that my cat ashie is quite a poser. kept on taking photographs of her the other day with my mobile and this is what it looked like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ps: you can definitely skip this section if you're not a cat lover. no hard feelings taken into consideration. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SYgBY98DW3I/AAAAAAAAARE/r3z40V4cDo0/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298486490056317810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SYgA_z5WIYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZfCgQwa-AK8/s1600-h/Image05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298486057863881090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SYgA_z5WIYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZfCgQwa-AK8/s320/Image05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SYgA_uB8cBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TLg7D_C9KK4/s1600-h/Image..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298486056289333266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SYgA_uB8cBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TLg7D_C9KK4/s320/Image..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~happy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2834484108582890334?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/2834484108582890334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=2834484108582890334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2834484108582890334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2834484108582890334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-college.html' title='from college'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SYgBY98DW3I/AAAAAAAAARE/r3z40V4cDo0/s72-c/Image061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-165820141889186138</id><published>2009-01-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:57:02.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dakshy's changed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey everyone! i know i dont blog that often, don't bother k? i've got like so many things cropping up that require so so so much of my energy. anyhow, in today's blog, &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE NEWS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all these years, my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s always been telling me that i have to become a doctor and specialise to become a cardiologist. but a few weeks ago, she changed her mind. she said, i can do whatever i want and i DONT have to do medicine at all! this is because, when i was done with all the research about the MBBS programme, i found out that the programme is 5 years, then i have to serve the government for another 5 years ( 2 years housemanship + 3 years medical officer posting) and THEN, i have to specialise for ANOTHER  5 years and when i get back, i'll take at least 5  years before i'm all set and start earning. &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;can you imagine?! i'll be practically 40 before i start my life! &lt;strong&gt;FORTY!! EMPAT PULUH TAHUN!!&lt;/strong&gt; do you think i'm crazy?! NO! so, i started weighing other professions that i have interests for. and then i finally made my decision... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHARMACY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap, i've decided  to do pharmacy. i know i havent informed any of my secondary school mates about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but girls- i know you guys are bloody happy for me. you've always been telling me this, and i've finallly decided. &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;so, i'm gonna be doing MPharm with IMU, whereby, i'll be starting in Jan 2010. i'll be in the bukit jalil campus for 2 years, then i'll be going to university of strathclyde which is in scotland for another 2 years. once i'm back, i'll be serving the goverment for 3 years and i'm done! i'm so excited about this right now. finally my future has been set and 100% happy with it. *sigh of relief*&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;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 7 more days ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-165820141889186138?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/165820141889186138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=165820141889186138' title='2 Comments'/><link 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knnow. there is absolutely no guilty feeling! i cant actually watch a movie and simply relax and not feel as though time is being wasted. its sooooo chun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rajhesh vaidhya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert!! oh my god! he was fantastic! do you know that y eyes couldnt match the speed his hands were moving on the veena? his concert was simply mind-blowing i tell you! and you know something?? after his programme, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sneaked out and found out that rajhesh and his troup were lepaking in one spot. he quickly called me out and i dashed to that spot with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom, shamita and sucjita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got to talk to him! i was 2 feet away from you know! a few days before the concert, i got his email add from his website and starting emailing him to let him know how big of a fan of him i am. he was so anxious to see me. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i then gave him the painting to be autographed. he was damn surprised to see the painting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;took a pic of me with him too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SSzihrTajsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/brD6Owgs4GY/s1600-h/rajhesh+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272838331931725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SSzihrTajsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/brD6Owgs4GY/s320/rajhesh+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isnt this chun????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that night was the eve of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bday. so, after the concert, i went out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for dinner. he took me to this really fancy north indian restaurant. and dinner was awesome. after that, we just sat in a park nearby klcc and spoke. and i was the first person to wish him for his bday. it was damn romantic wei.. the whole atmosphere and him and i.. *dreamy smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i gave him his bday card that night too. it was a mega card you know. took me like  forever to come  up with it and he loved  it. in the card was all our memories for the whole of 2007 till the day he proposed to me. it was so sweet and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so delighted with it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ cho chweet ~&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/8602115854506347476-8327713575237973206?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SSzihrTajsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/brD6Owgs4GY/s72-c/rajhesh+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2105671945319991001</id><published>2008-11-09T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:40:56.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what?? my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after realising how enthusiastic i am towards the concert that's gonna be held next week, she actually suggested to me to get her artist to do a painting of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rajhesh vaidhya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so that i can get it autographed after the concert! how chun is that?!! &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;so, i surfed the net and found a whole lotta pictures of him. i found a perfect one and got it printed so that the artist can collect it tonight. he'll be done with the painting and will pass it to me on wednesday itself. i'm sooooo excited! he has to know that i'm a superbly huge fan of his. gosh, now i really really hope that i actually get to see him after the concert in person so that i can get the painting autographed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bio homework&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my new tuition teacher, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ms.jaslin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is FANTASTIC wei! no joke. she's really really good in her stuff. and the way she explains stuff to me, there's no way on earth i wont be able to understand and memorise it for life. and she has really made me very hardworking when it comes to bio. she gave me a past-year book which had about 10 question papers and told me to so as much as i can so that she can discuss it with me and point out my mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you know what, i actually did all the 10 papers within less than a week and passed it up to her. and she photocopied even more for me the following class. after so many passed year papers, i can actually do 1 question paper within 45 minutes and my info is solid. it feels good for once you know. it really feels good. i always had this confidence for chemistry and maths but never did have it for bio. and now i do. al because of her.&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;nevertheless, if only my bio lecturer, mdm leela had done exactly that from the beginning of the year, i wouldnt have been spending so much for this tuition. mdm leela doesnt have ANY MASALA in her head la. seriously. it really gets on my nerves you know. its not like she's smart and she doesnt wanna share any of it. she just doesnt know anything! she just looks smart because she's always with the marking scheme which has all the answers for the question. without that, i think she wont even be able to match how much i score for the exams. &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;when you ask her a question about biology, her standard answers would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a) you should read the textbook, dakshini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(b) ask your friends, you all should discuss these kind of questions more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(c) this is the answer, (refers to marking scheme) you should read the textbook more dakshini.....&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;this is exactly what happens. you tell me la, dont you think i'll get pissed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ another 4 days ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2105671945319991001?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-4518861603779627612</id><published>2008-11-07T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:21:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>few days from now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realised that there are so many things that i'm looking forward to in the month of november. seriously. i always felt that february had the most happenings because of my bday, valentine's, cousin's bdays and all that, but surprisingly, nov 2008 has topped february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm actually looking forward to (date order) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ rajhesh vaidhya's concert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ Yoga's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ exam ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ Yoga's fast-breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ sleep over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ holiday with Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ friends' gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rajhesh vaidhya's concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO4CD0F_fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TP7Q1f6QxEg/s1600-h/2007012600040202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265754734849293810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO4CD0F_fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TP7Q1f6QxEg/s320/2007012600040202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and that would be the maestro himself. i know his hair looks a bit messed up and all that, but this is the best pic i could find to paste it in my blog. anyways, he's my idol when it comes to the veena. i simply cant find anyone who can play the way he does. the speed he plays is blistering you know. your eyes wont be able to catch up with the speed his hands move on the veena, and that's how good he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he's not like any other famous veena players because he plays the veena in a contemporary way whereby it is not pure classical. he brings in some jazz, the guitar, drums, and a whole lotta stuff in his concerts. and he's ocming down next week friday &lt;strong&gt;(14th nov)!!!&lt;/strong&gt; to brickfields!! how lucky can i be?! i so cant wait to see him in person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yoga's bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO67Se8iyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MD81M9m9KjI/s1600-h/gift-birthday-240-j-4704342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265757917062925090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO67Se8iyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MD81M9m9KjI/s320/gift-birthday-240-j-4704342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yoga's birthday falls on the day after rajhesh's concert. yeap, on the &lt;strong&gt;15th of Nov&lt;/strong&gt;. i actually thought of going out with him that night after the concert and spend time with him till midnight to be the 1st to wish him. BUT, my mom happens to be coming with us for the concert too. so, i dont think i'll be able to go out with him because something tells me that my mom is gonna insist that she comes with us to be with him on his bday too. so, looks like my plans will be off unless i plan things really really wellllllll......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;exam ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my exam, which started on the 15th of Oct is ending on the &lt;strong&gt;19th of nov&lt;/strong&gt;!! i know that its ridiculously long but i dont think i can do much about it. its just 8 papers you know, but there are all together 28 empty days in between! its good in a way and also annoying in another way. it wasting time la. i wanna get it over with and time is moving so freaking slow!! anyways, on the 19th, its gonna be merdeka for me! i'm gonna enjoy my life for the next 2 weeks till the end of nov before i start my classes AGAIN for the first 2 weeks of dec. yeap, i'm gonna be having college on the first 2 weeks of dec and then only i'll be off for another 2 weeks for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i get to enjoy my hols with no interruptions la wei. i really dont wanna be having any assignments from college and all that nonsense. i wanna be freeeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga's&lt;/span&gt; fast breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my Yoga has been fasting for the past one month for vedha chanting. so, he's been vegetarian for the past one month. i really feel bad for him you know. cos, we always go for dinners in happening places and he's vegie. :( so, i'm waiting for he &lt;strong&gt;23rd of nov&lt;/strong&gt; till he's vegie period ends and he's back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO9sbxv4sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/x8f84BEilM0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760960394552002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO9sbxv4sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/x8f84BEilM0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its been a year now.. since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i have been together. yeap, one whole year. i barely felt it la. seriously. they always say that when you're having fun, you will not feel time moving. and i should say that it is in fact very very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm currently thinking of what to get him for his birthday which is next week saturday and our anniversary, which is on the &lt;strong&gt;25th of nov&lt;/strong&gt;. i've thought of a fantastic idea to make a card for him though. hope it works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sleep over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265762464787552690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO_EAE_WbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KXdbtmYkCQQ/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap, that would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pei yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mei kay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rebecca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under the covers. they were actually discussing of what word to give my team (myself, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jie lee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) to act out in the gae of charades. hahha. they are damn cute wei. like some kind of conspiracy like that. cant wait to have another one during the hols. i hope its some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;miss you girls la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that would be all for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~cho cho~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-4518861603779627612?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/4518861603779627612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=4518861603779627612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4518861603779627612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4518861603779627612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-days-from-now.html' title='few days from now..'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SRO4CD0F_fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TP7Q1f6QxEg/s72-c/2007012600040202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1702197684356251777</id><published>2008-10-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:25:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>navarathri and dakshy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its that time of the year again where dakshy spends almost everyday in her music teacher's place practicing for her veena performances through out navaratri (9 day worship to godesses). and its that time of year again that dakshy's fingers get tortured to the max and the veena gets bored of seeing dakshy everyday without fail. AND its that time of the year again that everybody in the house get tortured with sound pollution coming from my veena because my fingers cant strum properly at times. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap, its that time of the year again. &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;this year however, since shamita has got her spm and all those stuff, she couldnt perform and has always been performing with me ever since like.. ever. so, i thought i wont be performing too. but then, about 3 weeks before navaratri, my teacher calls me up and tells me that she wants me to play with this really superb veena player who happens to be her student.  goodness! i had to literally practice every single day for longer hours to actually be in par with him, at least somewhere near "in par with him". &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;anyhow, all went well and we became good friends ultimately and went through all the performances well with little disasters. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1702197684356251777?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1702197684356251777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1702197684356251777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1702197684356251777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1702197684356251777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/10/navarathri-and-dakshy.html' title='navarathri and dakshy'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-4339791074780925099</id><published>2008-08-30T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:36:03.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sleep over in action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as the plan was made, we (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jie lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i) are supposed to meet up in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop at 2. nevertheless, knowing my IST (indian standard time), i arrived at 3, because i had to collect something from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and one shot had lunch with him. and not to forget, despite leaving early from his place the stupid jam due to the stupid merdeka celebrations AND friday prayers by the malays, the jam was atrocious and i arrived late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, upon arriving my mom's place at 3, i see&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; jie lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! giving them all a hug each, we head towards the pantry to gossip! yeap. initially, we were supposed to leave immediately to the mall and lepak while having lunch. but because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could only come at 4, we thought of helping out siewie with her logo-drawing-project during that time so that we can straight ciao with mei kay and dont have to carry our bags around the whole of mid-v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mid-v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at 4, info comes that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is stuck in the jam and that she wont be able to make it to the shop and its advisable to just meet her there. upon "feeding" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jie lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with nestum and coffee and depriving them from death due to starvation, we leave to mid-v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there, we met up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who was trying on clothes to use for her up-coming presentation. then, we had desserts in Zen. ooooooo. desserts there is d-lish wei! it was fantastico! then we talked and talked some more.... shopped.... and finally exited from mid-v. picking up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pei yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the way from kl-sentral station, we were off back to my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my place, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, dad and mom were waiting for our arrival with happening yellow lights and the whole dim, hotel effect, which i discovered one day when we didnt have much to do at home. so yea.. had happening dinner which my grandma took pride in preparing for us. then, we got into my brand new 4-wheel-drive Toyota Rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*bragging too much. must stop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then took us to a clubbing lounge in bangsar which was quite nice. and that was where he picked up a baskin cake for the August Babies followed by the pictures below. and the cake was cut just as the clock struck 12, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;becca's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLjeGYe_pUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kY7mHJ_9QpA/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240182367678604610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLjeGYe_pUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kY7mHJ_9QpA/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLjeGqdzKUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gMWflWfmDV8/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240182372505430338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLjeGqdzKUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gMWflWfmDV8/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best part was, after the cutting of the cake, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ordered the Flaming Lumbo for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! oh my god, that was bloody cool you know. and the best part was that becca finished it just like that. whoa! i dont think i'll ever be able to do that you know. have a look at the pics. the flame wasnt really that obvious, but you can figure it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLji-mPqXPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aWh9R5L9wjI/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240187731491577074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLji-mPqXPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aWh9R5L9wjI/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLji-0SioOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qeBBPOf7mBc/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240187735261749474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLji-0SioOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qeBBPOf7mBc/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn chun right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THE sleep over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that whole night after the returning from the lounge was spent by talking, gossipping, playing charades, playing UNO, eating a whole lotta junk food.. it was great wei. after a really long time, spending time with each other was great. and we finally slept at 5 something.&lt;br /&gt;note: we all squeezed in one room, where 4 of us ended up on the bed and 2 were on the floor sleeping on quilts and wrapped up in a comforter. hopefully it was comfortable for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next morning, we woke up, got dressed , had something light in my house and had nice breakfast in Oldtown. then, we parted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel right, this is better than spending a whole lotta money and going for a lavish holiday, because we got to do exactly what we wanted, which was talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ thank you ~&lt;/span&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/8602115854506347476-4339791074780925099?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/4339791074780925099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=4339791074780925099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4339791074780925099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/4339791074780925099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-over-in-action.html' title='the sleep over in action!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SLjeGYe_pUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kY7mHJ_9QpA/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-9050317494002784695</id><published>2008-08-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:00:08.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep over preps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, finally, i decided to inform my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about the sleep over. typical me. actually right, as soon as we (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jie lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i) planned the sleep over thing, i would have immediately informed my mom. BUT, knowing parents who just have to say "i'll think about it" when you tell something with full of anxiety, i didnt bother to do so till the very last minute. because, you have to understand that the buying of groceries for dinner that night has to be done by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so, she needs a minimum of 3 days to buy those stuffs and keep them all ready. i'm smart right?&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;my room has finally been cleaned fully. yes, F.U.L.L.Y. i know my room aint that big, but you'll be surprised of how much of junk can hide in it if spring cleaning isnt done. believe me, it isnt a good sight. clothes have been sent to be washed by my maid and room has been sweeped and mopped. i was initially supposed to leave it to be done on thursday since the sleep over is only gonna be on friday night, but i happen to have tuitions and some thingies to be done through out the rest of the week. plus, i've got my trials and 1st semester exams coming up. cant risk not studying for that or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr.Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might just call up my mom and tell her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshini has been spending too much time with shiva that her grades have dropped. therefore, i suggest that you tell dakshini to never ever speak to shiva again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he might just say that. so, i think i've gotta do well for my exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realised that my family has spent quite a bit on travelling to the airport. yeap. first, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bani anni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came back from UK. so, one trip had to be made to pick her up from the airport by her family. second, the next day morning, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left to the US for a 10-day holiday, therefore my family had to dro her off at KLIA. then, she came back on the 23rd, another trip to the airport. THEN, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;prabani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came down from india yesterday, whereby another car drove to the airport. so yea. quite a lot of international arrivals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gifts from new york&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is such a darling you know. she went to new york with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her family and they bought me the  most number of gifts compared to anyone. yup! my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got me a really pretty black dress, g-string and a blouse, followed by a body gel from victoria's secret. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got me stickers and some happening fancy markers. my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got me a pair of beautiful shoes! that's a whole lotta things you know. i'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 9 months ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8602115854506347476-9050317494002784695?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/9050317494002784695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=9050317494002784695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/9050317494002784695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/9050317494002784695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-over-preps.html' title='sleep over preps'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7015323868435094388</id><published>2008-08-21T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:32:38.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siewie turns 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewie turns 18!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0XZH047LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZpYv_k4dWLU/s1600-h/A110912_18_BDayExplosion18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236867662066805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0XZH047LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZpYv_k4dWLU/s320/A110912_18_BDayExplosion18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0Yac-lAzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BeIidICLOAQ/s1600-h/DSCF1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236868784436085554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0Yac-lAzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BeIidICLOAQ/s320/DSCF1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0YaknJfvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qMMeTy-EFBc/s1600-h/DSCF1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236868786485296882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0YaknJfvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qMMeTy-EFBc/s320/DSCF1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0Ya5Lyo_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FnGLvS9vxz0/s1600-h/DSCF0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236868792007697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0Ya5Lyo_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FnGLvS9vxz0/s320/DSCF0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0YbA3cpoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OqVPgeZKD2c/s1600-h/DSCF0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236868794069853826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0YbA3cpoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OqVPgeZKD2c/s320/DSCF0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0YbWCxuyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DoWn08DeGbw/s1600-h/DSCF0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236868799754517282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0YbWCxuyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DoWn08DeGbw/s320/DSCF0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope you have a great birthday and hope all your wishes and dreams come true throught out the whole year! onjoy yourself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes, and note to the other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;August Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your birthday stay-over in my place on the 29th is confirmed! you may bring junk food or anything you all wish to munch on, except anything that has beef or pork in it, because my mom is very particular of the things that enter my house. and clothes to stay over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ cho cho ~&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/8602115854506347476-7015323868435094388?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7015323868435094388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7015323868435094388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7015323868435094388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7015323868435094388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/08/siewie-turns-18.html' title='siewie turns 18'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SK0XZH047LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZpYv_k4dWLU/s72-c/A110912_18_BDayExplosion18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-3812885664129365953</id><published>2008-08-06T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:30:09.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lecturers and rumours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PTA meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the other day, my lecturer, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr.Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to have a small chat with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because the first mid-terms just finished and he wanted to let our parents know about our performance before the 1st major exams for the 1st semester. as he called my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, "co-incidentally" she was free and could make it for the one-to-one meeting with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mr.chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at the meeting with my mom, these are the things he told her;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (that's how he calls me) is a good student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(b) she has a good future if she focuses well, in which we know she will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(c) she's a little TOO over confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(d) she is going out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and his grades are dropping and we fear that her grades will also drop because of him.&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;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine what he just said. i mean, ME and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHIVA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;going out?! and he also mentioned that the whole college thinks about us like that. i can't believe it wei. shiva clearly knows that i'm going out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and we even talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once in a while in college. just because we have lunch together and sit next to each other most of the time, it doesnt mean that we're going out right?! i'm really pissed wei. i can't take it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the best part is that shiva is shocked too! the 2 of us can't believe that lecturers have got nothing to do at all then to watch over who is going out with who. i really have a lot of respect for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr.Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you know. i know that things like this dont bother him, but why suddenly? plus, its not even true. haiyo... i'm so bothered right now you know. whenever mr.chan walks by and i happen to be with shiva, the 2 of us feel so conscious and all that nonsense. haiyo....&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;note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till this very day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i havent sat side-by-side (we always sit 1 place away from each other, whereby that's where we leave our books and stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there has been absolutely NO body contact between the 2 of us (not even holding hands or standing next to each other in the elevator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're not even lab partners anymore for us to be doing assignments together. &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;what makes them think that we're going out?! actually right, we're just as close as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i used to be in school (how ironic that siew logs in just in time as i type her name? haha), in fact, not even as close as siew and i. why la why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga's reaction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's totally not bothered la. some more, he told me personally..&lt;br /&gt;"haiyo.. dakshy.. dont bother la.. i should be the one who is supposed to be really really stressed and worried about it.. i myself not bothered because i know you too well and i know shiva too.. i know that there's nothing between the two of you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also said that if i want means, he can come over to college one day and have lunch with shiva and i, where i'll be constantly hugging him and smooching. and hopefully, while this is happening, one of my lecturers will see us and they can then conclude that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i are not going out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so sweet right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~will learn~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-3812885664129365953?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/3812885664129365953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=3812885664129365953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/3812885664129365953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/3812885664129365953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lecturers-and-rumours.html' title='lecturers and rumours'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1427695532228786288</id><published>2008-07-18T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:49:53.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, we did go out to the pavilion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;. all of us. actually 3, bout it sounds nicer when you say "all". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. anyways,&lt;strong&gt; j&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i met up at about 1.30, as planned by my college. since her college is just behind mine and there are feeder buses from her place to mine, she decided to just come over. then, my mom came to pick us up at about 2, and off we went. &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;the meeting was supposed to be at 5, since the movie was at 5. then it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; forward to 4, then it was brought forward to 3 something. that would be because, mom was a little bit busy in the shop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; send us later on once we go to the shop. so, we had to straight shoot off. reaching there, we had lunch and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lepaking&lt;/span&gt; and after that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, joined us at 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;movie was good la. really. except the fact that i would have been completely lost if&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; sitting next to me cos it was bloody bloody confusing. i nearly though of sleeping off because i had absolutely no clue of what was going on and the batman dude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; that good looking after all. &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;i actually though that the movie was gonna be simple and not as bad as batman begins. you know.. batman's the hero. his identity will be kept as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;. there's a heroin. she'll like him as batman. batman will like her, but while he is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt;. then, when batman tells her that its not possible, she'll like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt; since she's close to him. and all through out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be a villain who'll be all out to kill batman and batman will have to risk his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gf's&lt;/span&gt; life while saving Gotham city.&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;that's what i actually expected. but NO! do you ever think that they'll finish it easily? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. they had to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;harvey&lt;/span&gt; dent, an ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;, and a lot of people who just made me more confused. not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; complaining that the movie is bad or anything. in fact, the movie was GOOD. especially batman's car and bike. whoa! it was worth the money and the shivering under super low temperature in the cinema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SIBm3hj8QFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVFIJgVCWWw/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SIBm3hj8QFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVFIJgVCWWw/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224288671837732946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SIBm3hj8QFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVFIJgVCWWw/s320/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been scheduled to have classes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fridays&lt;/span&gt; also from this week onwards. my only free days is gone! i mean, i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt;, i have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; to teach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; to teach. also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;fridays&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt; are the only days when i can wear my super short skirts and all that cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;saturday's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got my music class that i HAVE to be dressed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;traditionally&lt;/span&gt; for. &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;irritating right? some more, i only have one class. whereby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; start at 9 and finish at 10.30. for that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotta wake up at 6.45, get dressed, embark on a journey that gobbles petrol and takes forever to end because of the ridiculously large number of vehicles on the road, reach college and come back through the traffic back to mom's shop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt;. looks like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;. kinda doing something right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ time to realise things ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1427695532228786288?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1427695532228786288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1427695532228786288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1427695532228786288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1427695532228786288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/07/meeting-yesterday-we-did-go-out-to.html' title='batman'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SIBm3hj8QFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVFIJgVCWWw/s72-c/joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5052068872650777693</id><published>2008-07-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:25:31.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the library&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm currently in the library of my college again. actually, waiting for jie lee to finish class and meet me up at our common mcd. the plan for the day is, we're gonna watch Batman. "we" in this context would refer to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jie lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and myself. yeah. the group shrunk from 6 to 3. that would be because the rest are having their exams and loads and loads of assignments. though i'm also technically going through one of the hard programmes, i dont have as many assignments as they do. quite surprising though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before coming into the A-level programme, i actually motivated and prepared myself to manage my time properly and make sure i get to do all my assignments on time and literally got to know most of the procedures for presentations and portfolios and all that. but, after joining the programme, looks like i wont be needing all those skills after all! hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no wearing formal clothes on presentation days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no deadlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no articles and research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no paraphrasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ULTIMATELY, no stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap. isnt that fun?? but i'm not going through anything less than them. my syllabus is so much more taxing that all those stuff. it balances actuallly. and my results dont matter at all on my powerpoints and all that. its entirely on the god-forbid-super-duper-freaking-out-of-mind-humanly-impossible-exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, when i was quite bored at home, as nobody was at home because;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom went to get the new maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dad was at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sis was with her bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grandma was in temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maid was being replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cat was asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went through some of my school pics. you know, when i was in school, everybody used to tell me that once you leave school, you'll really miss it and wish that you could go back. hearing that, i used to think,&lt;br /&gt;"what nonsense! who would ever miss that kind of a hell hole?? are you kidding me?!"&lt;br /&gt;but now, when i think about it, i'm really beginning to miss school, as that was one period of time where anything and everything you need were taken care of. you seriously dont have to do anything for yourself. when you need absent-letters, parents are there. just pass the letter and you're done. when you flunk a subject, just tell the teacher and problem solved. whenever there are functions, you'll be right in front organizing them and being the centre of attention AND you dont have to bother of what's happening in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all you have to do is come to college and none of this happens again. when you need absent-letter, though your parents write them for you, you'll STILL get screwing from the lecturers. when you flunk a subject, you have to get extra screwing from lecturers and still re-sit the paper. when there's a function in college, you'll not be organizing it unless its a party for 2 and at the end of the day, you'll never be the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friends! we used to have lunch all the time last time. i mean, at least recess which was 20 mins. and not to forget, the in between times, when there are no teachers in the class and we just hang outside our classes. now, we can only meet each other once in 2 months. sometimes even longer! and somehow or other, someone wont be able to make it. so, you can imagine how hard is it to even see the entire group together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7Wa9ph3BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZZ8Z-x2871c/s1600-h/DSCF1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223848376510045202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7Wa9ph3BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZZ8Z-x2871c/s320/DSCF1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7Wb011jQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8IPmMfH3c4I/s1600-h/DSCF1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223848391325617410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7Wb011jQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8IPmMfH3c4I/s320/DSCF1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7WcZwrJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w4dgbI26aag/s1600-h/DSCF1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223848401236076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7WcZwrJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w4dgbI26aag/s320/DSCF1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, you tell me. if you just left school and ended up in college, wont you miss it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;driving test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeap. my driving story is YET to be over. remember the last time when i said that i failed my driving test because my bloody car didnt go up the bloody slope? well, i havent re-sit it yet. i'm going for couple of classes this weekend and will be sitting for my exam on the 21st of july. that's gonna be one hell of a stress before my car goes over the slope!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ out and fine ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5052068872650777693?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5052068872650777693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5052068872650777693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5052068872650777693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5052068872650777693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-library-im-currently-in-library-of.html' title='from the library'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SH7Wa9ph3BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZZ8Z-x2871c/s72-c/DSCF1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-492190031468676538</id><published>2008-07-16T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:03:58.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being tested&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly, i feel as though my whole sistem is being tested. my patience, my anger, my composure, my health, and of course, my priorities. since young, i've always been able to hold myself together. EXCEPT when it comes to exam results. that realy breaks me down and makes me lose my composure. lately, i feel as though i'm really losing it. everbody, and everything is testing me and pushing me to the limit. being a normal human being, i'm bound to just break lose and throw the no-matter-what-happens-i'll-always-be-in-contol face of mine. &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;i dunno whether my level of tolerence is beginning to drop and that i'm starting to get angry over the smallest things or its just time for me to stop bottling up everything within me and just behave like an absolutely normal person, who lets people know of how she feels when things come in the way. i know it's always good to express yourself as it is psychologically healthy, but not all the time. i think even you will agree with me. &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;though to the outside world, i might seem like a completely out-spoken person, i'm really not. especially lately. since last year, i started feeling as though its better to bottle up unpleasant feelings so that people dont get offended and relationships dont get spoilt. also, when you know they have the upper hand (older, higher hierarchy etc), you usually opt to do exactly that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, how much can i contain? do you know that if too much sacrifice is made, soon devotion will turn to hatred?! are some people really that ignorant towards how someone else might feel? i really dont see the difference between a murderer and someone who is numb towards feelings. truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as all of you who are reading this know me well, you should know that once i hate someone or lose respect on them, it NEVER heals and comes back to normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ losing it~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-492190031468676538?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/492190031468676538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=492190031468676538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/492190031468676538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/492190031468676538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tested.html' title='tested'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-3516738066590426612</id><published>2008-07-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:26:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair and so much more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you know that an average woman takes about 20 minutes to set her hair? when a guy takes at the most 7 minutes?? this is so true and i'm not making it up. so yea. by this statement, you should know that THE HAIR is the most important element on a woman's body and is given a LOT of importance. &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;today, we went over to the saloon to get our hair done - my sista and i. we went over to our regular hairdresser in pertama complex. paid about RM100 and walked out satisfied. he knows exactly how to get it done you know. the whole waves, curls, tidiness and all that stuff. my hair right now aint that short. its just been trimmed. because i'm gonna grooooooooooooooow it. yeap. at least i'm attempting to. i was sooooo close to tell the hair dresser to chop it all off before i stopped myself with so much might and said, "just trimming." &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;it was tough ok?? anyways, i'm planning to have it till my waist. then do some stuffies and make it look chun. but NOT straightening. i'm done and over with starightening wei. seriously. it makes your hair so bad shape after it starts growing and it'll start dropping like nobody's business. so yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're gonna watch "journey to the centre of the earth" on wednesday night at 11.40pm in midvalley! i'm thrilled! its in 3D you know?? and its that guy from "the mummy"!! i love that dude. but i never get his name right. i think its branden fraiser. something like that la. but anyways, mom, sista, sis's bf, me,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a few of sis's friends are gonna watch it. chun right??&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;okay la. i'm gonna bounce and hit the books right now. got pop quiz in college tomoro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bubbye!&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;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~the well-wisher~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-3516738066590426612?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/3516738066590426612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=3516738066590426612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/3516738066590426612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/3516738066590426612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hair-and-so-much-more.html' title='hair and so much more'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-8585790609512260434</id><published>2008-07-12T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:20:15.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the flu - the nasty bloody thing that simply spoils your energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bloody hell! i'm falling sick! i cant take it wei. the one thing that i hate so so much in the entire universe. well, after failure, exams, headaches, backstabbers, technology, history, biology and.. ok ok. its not exactly the only thing i hate in the whole universe. anyways, its getting on my nerves you know. i was so excited about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cheerleading BUT the dumb flu had to come yesterday and torture the hell outta me the whole of last night. i was sufferring you know. i practically raised my head on 3 pillows and tried to sleep, thinking that the flu might supress a bit and sleep might come but NO! it was still there and i barely slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at one point, i woke up, put my head close against a pillow and screamed my head out. a needed sleep wei. SLEEP. so yea, at 8, i could barely wake up and go for the cheerleading you know. i dont think i can go tomoro also. ish ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;next meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next meeting with ma clicks might be taking place somewhere around next weekend. yeap. in pavilion again. this time the agenda's gonna be BATMAN! yeap. i'm a huge fan of Batman series and i so wanna watch the latest movie. i'm so excited! i really hope mei kay can join us in this one because she couldnt make it the last time and it has been awfully long since we've all seen her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHihkzgl-FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ibeVCMMjqRo/s1600-h/darkknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222101421610367058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHihkzgl-FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ibeVCMMjqRo/s320/darkknight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think so i'm gonna stop it here. losing things to type. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ touched~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8602115854506347476-8585790609512260434?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/8585790609512260434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=8585790609512260434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/8585790609512260434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/8585790609512260434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/07/nasty.html' title='the nasty'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHihkzgl-FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ibeVCMMjqRo/s72-c/darkknight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-769151823433823009</id><published>2008-07-07T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:55:55.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looooooooong time later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh god. i'm so freaking sorry, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! its been bloddy long since i've last blogged and i know you've been telling me over and over again about blogging and i'm yet to even attempt to do so. anyhow, i'm currently in college and since i dont have my college-pal&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm not having lunch in our usual junction and just decided to have some pasteries from the bakery nearby and eat it in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not to worry. we dont have prefects in college to chase us out of the class and give us "amaran"s if we are in the class during lunch hour. hehe. those days have gone far far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on friday, my family and i went for a holiday. well, technically, we didnt "go" for a holiday as all we did was just invite all my close relatives to the house and have a small get-together. that was really fun wei. as in, this holiday was faaaaaaaar much better than having an expensive holiday in europe! all we did through out those 3 days were - eat, sleep, eat some more, sleep some more more, watch tv and talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exact definition of RELAXATION. &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;so, last night, due to my fucking annoying period cramps, i suffered all night long and sleep was at such distance. so, not being able to do much, i tossed and turned. at 7, when i was supposed to wake up, i couldnt. told mom to send me for the later class, which ws chemistry at 11. so yea. i skipped bio and went it just in time. but guess what?? we didnt even have bio today! what a relief!! no homework, no nothing!! hallelujah!&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;being late at times does hlep tremendously you know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've given up True Fitness and now have joined California Fitness. reason for jump :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheaper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nearer!!&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;so yea. i'm here now. and my sister goes to the gym in teh mornings and i go in the evenings -with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! chunted or not?? i dont ONLY go to the gym for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but also to lose weight. ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyhow, my sister and all have finalised that only if i eat well, can i go to the gym. so, looks like i'm back to square one. not gonna lose much weight at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ll kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am i right &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&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;~ new phase ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yea. and these would be the pictures we took during our last catch-up session in pavilion. it was freaking fun! just like old times but without &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. will kill her for that the next time i see her. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYs7b3P4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ixkRtotqhIg/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221599084363071362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYs7b3P4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ixkRtotqhIg/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYtZro4DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2BP_g7J8u3I/s1600-h/Image00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221599092482302002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYtZro4DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2BP_g7J8u3I/s320/Image00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYPY0wxYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rXw14TPV9UI/s1600-h/1_158409672l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221598576856057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYPY0wxYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rXw14TPV9UI/s320/1_158409672l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYPdHKjeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BBLfRBMGId4/s1600-h/1_750969494l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221598578006986210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYPdHKjeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BBLfRBMGId4/s320/1_750969494l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYPw_eGLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Y7R3HD20ET0/s1600-h/Image008+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221598583343421618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYPw_eGLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Y7R3HD20ET0/s320/Image008+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYQNCe18I/AAAAAAAAAII/i8oQA6ixgco/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221598590872246210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYQNCe18I/AAAAAAAAAII/i8oQA6ixgco/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYQk1xszI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-HrWzUU2zPA/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221598597261407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYQk1xszI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-HrWzUU2zPA/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-769151823433823009?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/769151823433823009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=769151823433823009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/769151823433823009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/769151823433823009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/07/looooooooong-time-later.html' title='looooooooong time later'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/SHbYs7b3P4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ixkRtotqhIg/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2129776894680671302</id><published>2008-04-11T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:38:16.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving - yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another entry about my driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was the worst session ever! i simply couldnt take it. i really dunno if it was just me, but the handbrake was bloody hard today wei. it just didnt budge evreytime i try pulling it up to halt. i had to use all my strength each time to pull it up in full. i had a tough time. actually right, the first 1 hour was okay. not that bad. BUT, the following hour was incredibly tough. my hand started getting so soar and evreytime i had to pull it up, my fingers were burning like crazy because of the friction and the force. anyhow, i just kept quiet and never complained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i got down from the car after my 2-hour session, i looked at my left hand and got a shock out of my life! the skin had all started peeling, i had a humungous blister at the bottom of my middle finger and my hand was red and soar. couldnt do anything with that hand till it was treated with some medicated oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i might sound like a real spoilt brat. but i'm not. seriously. i can do hardwork and all. so, yea. i'm not exaggerating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bio chromosomes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here comes another nightmare assignment. last week wednesday, my biology lecturer gave this so-called smalltime assignment. whereby, we have to get in pairs and solve a puzzle of chromosomes. its something like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're given 3 sets of jumbled up human chromosomes, whereby there'll be 23pairs of chromosomes in each set. what we're supposed to do is, pair up the jumbled up chromosomes to form the fixed 23 pairs and paste on the given sheet of paper. as much as it sounds bloody easy, let me just clarify to you that those unpaired chromosomes are 2 cm long (at the most). so, can you imagine how tough it was? &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;geesh! it took me 2 hours plus to complete one set. and i have got 2 more to go and pass it up by monday. goodness goodness goodness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ coming back tonight!! ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2129776894680671302?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/2129776894680671302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=2129776894680671302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2129776894680671302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2129776894680671302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/04/driving-yet-again.html' title='driving - yet again'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1956648138554809320</id><published>2008-04-10T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:36:33.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not feeling good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno why but i have been very disturbed lately. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; yet to figure out why. this feeling has been getting on my nerves as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been able to concentrate on anything properly. i cannot be feeling like this for long you know. whether i like it or not, i have to find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt; to this and get it over with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;veena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my fingers have been tortured to the max. seriously. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; take feeling so down for no reason that i started playing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;veena&lt;/span&gt; like a crazy person for more than an hour nonstop. and the consequence of doing so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R_4O1gWBBlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/luwWw_hXLT4/s1600-h/Picture+0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187600133155522130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R_4O1gWBBlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/luwWw_hXLT4/s320/Picture+0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. you should get what i mean. the pic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that clear because it was taken like one day later when it healed a little. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.'i think all my sensory receptors on those 2 fingers are gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; nothing much left there i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;prac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;! today, i did my chemistry experiment all by myself and it turned out SO BLOODY ACCURATE! no joke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;. i prepared the solution by myself, i did serial dilution myself and completed the whole titration all by myself. without the help of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt; too! i was really good you know. i never even made a single mistake! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so proud of myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;. i have never really done an experiment by myself before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually right, though this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daniel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;guy is a real sarcastic bastard who needs to be thrown into a river of hungry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt; and watch his slow death with popcorn in one hand and coke in the other, his teaching is really good you know. his notes and his way of teaching is really effective and impossible for you to not understand. he's really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless, today, he was abnormally sarcastic. he just went on and on. i think i needed more than 200&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kJ&lt;/span&gt; to keep my mouth shut from replying his bloody sarcastic lines. i was trying to concentrate on my experiment so badly and i had to ignore him at the same. oh god. it was some mega multi-tasking i had to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;arrrgggghhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;batam&lt;/span&gt; for 2 days - gonna be tough ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1956648138554809320?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1956648138554809320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1956648138554809320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1956648138554809320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1956648138554809320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-feeling-good.html' title='not feeling good'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R_4O1gWBBlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/luwWw_hXLT4/s72-c/Picture+0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5199297551053209737</id><published>2008-04-07T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:03:41.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why oh why vista??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn wei. my vista in my lappy toppy failed to do what it was supposed to do as a loyal companion to me. okay. i'm getting a little over-ly emotional. BUT, lemme explain to you. my lappy toppy (laptop) which has the oh-so-wonderful-vista has expired BECAUSE i the bloody salesman who sold me the CD to download the vista thingy sold me a pirated one. therefore, the "original" software happened to be a trial period one for the price of an original one and it expired. so, now, the only thing i have in my lappy is the internet connection and that is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you imagine?? this also means that i dont have any of my saved docs till i renew my whole thingy. i'm so pissed you know! and you know what;s the best part?? my presentation is coming up on wednesday and i need my lappy to be back to normal by then. this is just another thing to add on to my 'worry-list'. fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just as i thought my entire life was over, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes to the rescue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*plays superhero music theme*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap. he says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dont worry dakshy. just bring your manual and the docs which came with your lappy. i'll get it fixed and everything will be back to normal. trust me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is why you need a handyman with you. he's always there to save the day when everything falls apart. chun right? hehe. so, looks like my life is saved after all. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laziness...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiyo. how lazy can i get la? i mean, seriously. i started my gym again now and i'm facing a big time problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you see, lately, the jam to my college everyday is S.I.C.K.E.N.I.N.G. i cant take it wei. its just like that in every part of bloody kay-hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, my ingenious &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, comes up with her ingenious suggestion. which is to go to the gym with her every morning at 6.30 in the morning everyday, work out for about an hour, then go to college form hartamas whereby we'll be travelling against the traffic and there'll be very much less jam. FANTASTICO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but.. here comes the problem. the first week, everything was falling in place. wake up at 5.30, leave home at 6, work out till 7.30, leave gym at 8, reach college at 8.15. perfecto. BUT, the next week, laziness set in. haiyo... lazy bukan main lazy wei. i just couldnt wake up so early in the morning. despite the fact that i sleep very little each day, the task to wake up that early in the morning, just to go to the gym was bloody tough. so, i started saying, "tomoro.. tomoro.. tomoro.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now, going to the gym at least once a week at that time of the morning has become almost impossible. nevertheless, i admitted my laziness to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and she told me to just go to the gym with her on fridays through the weekend. this is gonna be so much better because i wouldnt have to wake up at 5.30, whereas i only have to wake up at 7 something. so, its great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something;s better than nothing right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ cho very the sweet ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5199297551053209737?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5199297551053209737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5199297551053209737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5199297551053209737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5199297551053209737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/04/handyman.html' title='handyman'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5215253150921293181</id><published>2008-04-02T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:50:16.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people have changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy crap! i just realised a superbly vital information that people are never the way they are when you first meet them. seriously wei. lemme explain by giving you examples of people in my college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stephanie chan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooooooh ma god. she's the worst of the lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; - she seemed very helpful and nice to talk to because she minded her own business and never talked to me unless i were to talk to her. so, i didnt mind her at first.&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 style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;later on&lt;/span&gt; - when yoy see stephanie - RUN! no joke wei. i cant stand her! she behaves like a complete know-it-all. i mean, if you know something, and extra information or whatever, just keep it to yourself and dont publisize it la. who wants to know that you know how to operate Vista so well and you're very well versed in it? who wants to know that you read biology textbooks when you're bored at home and that you have practically finished the syllabus in your head?! who wants to know?!! go find someone who can be interested with the nonsense you talk and get out of my face in the process why dont you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and yea. during the biology presentation, she had to come over to me and brag about how she did her presentation and where she got all her info from and all that. haiyo. try being in her class wei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shivaraj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's a darling wei. really nice guy. but he too has changed - this time, for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; - he was just a friend to me, talking to me whenever we were in class and all that.&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 style="color:#009900;"&gt;later on&lt;/span&gt; - he's a very very close friend to me. he halps me out whenever i have a problem and i help him whenever he has a problem. he walks me to my car everytime i go back after college earlier than him. he once in a while waits for me till my mom comes to fetch me to make sure i'm not alone. he shares all his problems with me, especially his x-gf and stuff like that. he's a really good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lim kevin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my class rep. haha. i think about him itself ah, i feel like laughing. he's a bloody smart fellow with the brains of 2 humans put together. seriously. he's a straight As student and doesnt behave like one at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; - i felt he was a real stuck-up and the authorative type who wouldnt wanna talk to you unless necessary. he also spoke to everyone but me for some reason which i cant get right. &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 style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;later on&lt;/span&gt; - he's a bloody witty and funny fellow. haha. seriously. he now talks most to me compared to the rest in the class. and he's really fast with jokes and all. he sits behind me now and irritates the life out of me whenever he has nothing to do. and he somehow or other has something to say about my outfit everyday. oh and his past time - fool us that the following class has been cancelled and that we can go back. &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;i guess that's all of them who i have realised have changed since the first time i met them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going through a tough time in college right now and i feel really bad you know. i mean, i have practically been there with her all the time since secondary school so much so,if i were not to go to school, she too wont come. we used to talk so much everyday and know inch details about each other, but now, things have changed. seriously. i feel as though we've grew so much apart. not that we did it purposely but its just that we both have been so caught up with things. we used to call up each other at least every alternate days to talk, but now, its lesser than once a week. i actually feel really bad for not helping her to go through this you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as her best friend, i should be there by her side, talking to her and making life so much easier. but, what am i doing?? i am so into my a-levels that i barely have the time to talk to her. &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;i'm really sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. really really sorry. i really hope you understand me... &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;anyhow, i just read her blog the other day and got to know that she has started taking the public tarnsport herself and things have become so much easier. i'm so happy for her! my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is independent wei!! yay yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~sweet message ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5215253150921293181?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5215253150921293181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5215253150921293181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5215253150921293181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5215253150921293181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/04/biology-presentation.html' title='people have changed'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-3474378507126844231</id><published>2008-03-30T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:54:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formula one baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*edit title*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;formula one WITH &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;morning morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh god. i couldnt sleep the whole night wei. i was given grand stand tickets by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go watch the grand prix in sepang! that's like my ever so dying wish that i wouldnt mind giving up anything to go for it. (well not anything...) so, yea. the whole night was all about figuring out what to wear and how the experience might be, preparations and so so so so much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1am - toss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2am - turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4am - toss again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6am - turn again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7am - toss again again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8am - turn again again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.30am - i'm up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so,yea. i woke up at 8.30 itself to be dressed by 9.30. :) bathed for what felt like more than an hour and got dressed. came downstairs and minutes later, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came over to the house to pick me up and off we went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entrance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walked in with a super duper wide smile on my face and holding his hands. through out the whole journey in, which was bloody long, there were so many many exhibitions. and one of it was the McLaren cars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stood by the cars and the camera went click click click. hehe. couldnt help myself la. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was constantly telling me to give poses with the cars. so, what much can i do? pose la! (not that it was hard to do.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R-8YIoZUXqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4w4YVcVVZDc/s1600-h/IMAGE_060%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183388232688361122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R-8YIoZUXqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4w4YVcVVZDc/s320/IMAGE_060%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R-8YIoZUXrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pNJgsNQnXho/s1600-h/IMAGE_063%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183388232688361138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R-8YIoZUXrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pNJgsNQnXho/s320/IMAGE_063%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chun right.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the race was fantastic wei! i mean, we were sitting in the perfect-est place in the whole circuit- the place where there were 2 curves abd the most over-taking takes place. seeing the cars at that speed and the ear-blowing sound produced by the cars, the adrenaline rush....... oh god. nothing could replace it wei. it was simply great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the ultimate results was a little depressing though because McLaren made it to the 3rd place and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wasnt the one. he was 5th. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st - kimi raikkonen&lt;br /&gt;2nd - kubica&lt;br /&gt;3rd - heiki kovalainen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but anyhow, it was great wei. simply great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MU - Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahhahahaha! in your face Rafa Benitez! you losers are gonna walk alone after all. right at the back. muahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;i was actually really sleepy that night after the super long day in F1, so, i couldnt watch the match, it was just nice for me to get back home, and sleep to glory. the next morning though, hearing the fantastic results of 3-0, i was recharged the whole day! hehe. we thrashed liverpool outright wei. the feeling is so superbly indescribable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;chelsea - arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this was even more fantastic. arsenal lost wei! i think right, monday was one of the best days of the week this week. hehe! the losing of arsenal and the winning of MU. overdose of happiness wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one hell of an experience&lt;/span&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/8602115854506347476-3474378507126844231?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/3474378507126844231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-6753316288195012421</id><published>2008-03-13T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:37:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pre-results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night before the collection of my bloody SPM results was.. torturous! seriously wei. and we just HAD to have a small get-together whereby my entire family comes over for dinner and a small time chit-chat. ish ish. actually the get-together was to greet my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who just got back from a 5-day trip to Bangkok. so yea. through out the whole night, the only topic of conversation was - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dakshy's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;spm results. aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!&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;already i havent been sleeping for the past 3 days because of this nonsense, and now we had to have a discussion about it. how freaking annoying!!! anyhow, they go on and on and on and on trying to console me and make me relax, BUT, being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the nervous reck - the consoling didnt help one bit. i just keep on worrying about it and barely participate in any of the convos. &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;the lines said to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont worry la.. you'll definitely get at least 8As.. i know you and i can foresee it already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aunt sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you already have 8As in your pocket. dont worry. you'll do great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- have faith in yourself. you know you did well. 8As - you''ll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- you're smart la. you'll get more As than you expected (i expected 7As initially)&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;finally, at the end of the dinner, when everybody left and the house was to myself, i went up to my room and settled down. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;calls and we talk all night long, trying to calm myself and catch some sleep if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next morning, 11 something - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls. i get super detailed info about everbody's results which helped boost my nervousness for the day. anxiety grew and grew and grew. i was supposed to meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all in school, unfortunately, she had to leave a little earlier and i had to arrive a little later. that would explain why we couldnt meet. damn it!&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;anyhow, i reach school at around 11.45 and step out of the car with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom and sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. as i turn around, i see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;walking behind me! oowwwww. how sweet of him to actually take time-off and come to my school to collect my results with me..... &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;strong&gt;ps: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie.&lt;/span&gt; that was the surprise i was talking about the night before. i actually expected him to turn up. : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*skip the entire walking into classroom and signing*&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;i take a look at my results...&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;8As wei!!!!!!! &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;i was so bloody happy! finally! all those hardwork paid off! i'm getting a scholarship in college!!! with the happening results, i walk out of the classroom to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who wait patiently. &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;"i got 8As!!" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i then get a hug from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and then GIVE a hug to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in front of my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. that was damn chun wei. i mean, since we've already informed&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i guess it wasnt a problem. that was the first time i actually did so, in fact. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got guts! &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;then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pei yi, jie lee , charandeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all get hugs and we finally adjourn to lunch in times square. we hit to the dome and lepak with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; till about 1.30 and he leaves to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surprise surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the evening at about 4 something, while using the pc in mom's shop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dakshy!! come here!!"&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;so, being the absolute blur one, as always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why??"&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;in irritation, they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"haiyo. shut up and come la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i walk towards the reception, i see the delivery guy waiting with a bouquet in his hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yeaaaa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"from mr.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...."&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;it was flowers again.. he's so sweet you know. and this time, he got me my favourite flowers - gebras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smiles bloody wide*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that night, mom organized a dinner in the Chile's in BSC. we had everyone come over and had a small time celebration. it was nice. ate to glory and headed back home at about 1am. &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;one hell of a day wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all of my friends who sat for spm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if your results were good - celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if your results were not-so-good - fuck it&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;seriously wei. come to think of it right, spm isnt everything. it was just a big deal because its going on now and because we're 18. a few years down the road, or just a year from now, nobody would even think about your results. your pre-u courses and your A-levels results matter more. this spm is simply nothing. dont give it a thought. even your celebration for it is gonna be short lived because you've gotta get back to your life, which matters more. &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;final word - screw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ anything you want~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-6753316288195012421?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/6753316288195012421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=6753316288195012421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/6753316288195012421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/6753316288195012421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/03/day.html' title='the DAY!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5152973934361816593</id><published>2008-03-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:42:24.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my god! okay la okay la. i'll update. isssh issssh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually right.. its not that i'm simply not updating you know. its so hard to find time to blog you know. college takes SO much of my time. i'm sorry ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;power point presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh fuck! do you know that i never knew how to operate the entire powerpoint crap till the other day when i was forced to do it myself?? ish! anyways, the convo between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey.. are you busy in work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"no la.. why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"welll... ummmmm.. i need help...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what is that?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ummm.. in biology.. my lecturer has given us a task each, which is to do a powerpoint presentation on enzymes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"okayy.. what do you want me to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ummmm.. i dont know how to operate powerpoint at ALL..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he laughed his head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap. haiyo.. what do you expect la? i'm a computer illiterate. i barely know how to make most of the things in a simple computer to function. so, yea. that was how it went. &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;after all the laughing and learning, i finally learnt how to operate microsoft power point. and guess what?? on my presentation day, despite having the least practice, i was nominated the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BEST speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! hehe. nevertheless, my group got the last because my other 2 members weren't good and i didnt train them.&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;is it really my fault that they dont know a single thing in this chapter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it my fault that they cant speak english well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it my fault that i had to get all the information myself and do the presentation too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it my fault that they couldnt remember the pronounciation of the words despite me teaching them so many times?&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;what the fuck la?! but, i was just glad that they were nice people and thanked me at the end of the presentation for couching them and all. so, yea. that was helpful. and they are really sweet. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;janice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a very close friend of mine now and she's my first sarawakian friend. not bad right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(trying to be an optimist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my fucked up SPM results are coming out TOMORO!!!!! T.O.M.O.R.O.!! ESOK! NALAIKI! (dont know other languagess).&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;i'm so bloody freaked out wei. and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;says that he'll be glad if he could come with me to achool to relieve my tension before collecting the results. how nice of him? he actually doesnt mind taking time-off to come collect my results. owwwww. he's such a sweetie wei. seriously.&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;anyhow, last night, my entire dream was all about the PMS - sorry SPM - results. ish. i was so irritated that beyond one point, i just gave up sleeping. and yesterday itself, my aunts called me up to ask my results. what the hell la?! i was so pissed you know. when i told &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about my aunts, all she said was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"if i were you, i would have just said, my results are mine and you dont have to give a fuck about it. thankyouverymuch." &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;haha. i just wished i could say that. but as you know, if i do, the entire world would simply collapse. if my family doesnt know my results, they would commit suicide in anxiety and kill me in the process too. what can i say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's how my family is. cant help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;curiosity doesnt just kill the cat, but kills my family too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my holidays are going on now. till sunday actually. which will be like, great. except for the fact that my results are coming out tomoro and that the rest of the holidays will be GREAT or simply miserable, whereby i'll just lock myself in the room and cry my heart our till the liquid content in my body reduces to 1%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you know something, my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sister, cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are so sweet. they said that no matter what my results are, they'll take me out on this saturday to "celebrate". 'take me out' would mean that they'll take me clubbing for the first time. how nice of them. &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;oh damn. my heart's beating faster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graduation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;graduated the other day. last week, actually. from completing something that i'm yet to actually know. not bad right? and he took a whole lotta photos in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop. i shall post some pics the next time i blog - which will be very soon. i promise. :) sorry la. it's really hard to find time you know. especially when you've got more presentations coming up back to back and your chemistry teacher and your math teacher decide to have exams around the same time. so, you should understand me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ resign ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5152973934361816593?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5152973934361816593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5152973934361816593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5152973934361816593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5152973934361816593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/03/apologies.html' title='apologies..'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5995201551495620258</id><published>2008-02-21T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:07:52.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chem prac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thought me since young... whenever delivering news, always deliver the worst and then, move on to the better ones. so, i shall start off with chemsitry practicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chemistry prac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey. you freaked out about chem prac?" &lt;strong&gt;sareeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asks me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no la. why would i? what much of a pain can he be?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i say.&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;2 hours later....&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 style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"now?" &lt;strong&gt;sareeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"he's a bloody arsehole!! bloody hell! i've never met such a meticulous person before in my life! screw him! may he end up in hell!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i reply in the voice of satan. &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;oh lord. you have got no idea what sort of a pain he is during practicals wei. i thought he's only an asshole during theory lessons but man, he is definitely worse during practicals wei. i felt like slapping him across the face. do you know that he made us stare at the burette for 5 minutes to just get the exact reading that he got? and mind you, i got his reading the first time itself but he just didnt wanna accept it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'll be doing the whole experiment before you can start in front of you. after i'm done, while you're doing your experiment, i'll be correcting each and every one of you. and evey single one of you WILL make mistakes. BUT, dont you dare correct me while i'm carrying out the experiment here. if you do, you'll be in my bad books forever. i know what mistake i'm making and i know how to correct it. you just mind your own business."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now you tell me la. can anyone ever survive with a person like this being your chemistry lecturer? if anyone cant, how on earth can you expect dakshy, the girl who has been well known of her hot temper, stand this sort of a pain for 6 hours a week?! is this logical in any way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have been surviving and hopefully survive for the next 16 months. &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;Almighty, give me all the strength to not burst at one of your malfunctioned creations. pleeeeease!&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;after chem, while on the way back from the lab to our classroom, we met our biology lecturer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"so, dakshyani. how was your first chem practicals?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it was FANTASTIC!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"haha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"it was attrocious la mam. i simply couldnt take it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why la?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"haiyo. mam. let me just say that those 2 hours were one of the most torturous 2 hours of my life that i have encountered in a looooooooooong time."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"haha. all the best because you've gotta be with him for another 16months."&lt;/span&gt; she laughs and walks away.&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;damn it. SIXTEEN BLOODY MONTHS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while doing my chemsitry notes like a good girl last night, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"babe. watcha doin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nothing la. completing my chem notes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh ok ok. guess what? amma and i got 4 tickets to watch the premier of a new movie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ooookkaaaayyy.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yea. banuma, mughila, amma and i are going. guess what movie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"jodhaa akbar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yeap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you believe my sister?! she got FOUR tickets for a movie that i've been dying to watch and didnt even call me for it! she got somebody else to go. and the best part is that she made the effort to call me to rub it in my face that they'll be going for it and iy wont. ISH! aishwarya rai is said to be wearing gorgeous accessories and looks bloody good in the movie and hrithik roshan is said to have built his body so well that you'll practically drool just looking at his body and not even reaching to his bloody steaming hot face. &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;nevertheless, i have nothing to worry. i'm gonna be watching it with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once he comes back from china tomoro. that would be waaaaay better. so, i guess i'm not that bothered after all. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa! i got to drive back home today from a taman where we usually practcice driving. hehe. he's damn nice wei. my instructor is an old guy who has got sooo sooo much of patience with me. he actually didnt get angry with me at all despite the fact that my engine died 6 times today. hehe. he was constantly saying that he wont scold me and that the dying of the engine is something so common. driving is fun wei. just cant wait to get the driving exam over with so that i can get my hands on auto. ish ish. manual is so annoying and energy consuming you know. argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuitions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've got tuition to teach for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her sister tomoro. haiyo.. already i'm so anxious that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming back tomoro at 8pm. and now, my tuition has been scheduled for 7 pm. ish ish. &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;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 1 day exactly ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8602115854506347476-5995201551495620258?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5995201551495620258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5995201551495620258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5995201551495620258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5995201551495620258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/02/chem-prac.html' title='chem prac'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5696455094427044459</id><published>2008-02-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:01:47.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh lord. do you all know something? wednesdays are the only days in the week that we have 4 hours of biology back to back. no joke wei. usually, each period is given 2 hours and on wednesday, we've got 2 periods of math. that would mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2X2 = 4!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck wei. and you know what's the best part? TODAY is wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been scheduled that the first period of bio is practicals and the next is theory. so, putting on my brand new labcoat which looks quite good on me, we all enter the lab. my biology lecturer is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Madam Leela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she's really sweet and she somewhat likes me a lot. dunno why. i can tell. the way she keeps calling me to help her with stuff and smiling at me, praising me for right answers and not the rest, sparking conversations with me... she seems to like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is like the first biology teacher of mine that ever, EVER liked me! as far as i know, my form 4 biology teacher, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;puan noraziah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a bloody pain in the butt and despised me to the core. form 5 biology teacher was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;puan siti hanim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she pretended to like me but picked on me whenever i was doing an experiment. she just had so many things to say la. but now..... madam leela likes me!! hahha! how fantastic is that? and because of her, i'm actually beginning to like the subject. which is GREAT!! &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;experiment today however was really fun. we were investigating the reactivity of catalase enzyme in green peas. hehe. it was so fun to watch the green peas bubble up when hydrogen peroxide is poured on it. it goes all foamy and bubbly. hehe. i was playing with it nonstop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh damn. last night rite.. i barely slept. i rested my eyes and every few minutes i would wake up and stare into the empty space above my bed. and that was because i was on the verge of falling sick. yeap. once again. mom somehow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came to the rescue by forcing down 3 tablets into my throat. after that, the pre-fever syndrom stopped but then i couldnt sleep. i think i only slept at 6.30 and i had to wake up at 7.05. screwed up rite? &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;anyhow, after reaching college and realising that i've got an extra of 20 minutes before class starts, i bent over on the table and tried sleeping until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshy.. dont la sleep.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah.. dakshy wake up la."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshy dakshy dakshy.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;irritates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"if you sleep now, i sware you would dream of the entire sweeney todd scene which i just elaborated to you." &lt;strong&gt;kevin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pushes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrggghh!!" &lt;strong&gt;dakshy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;screams.&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;seriously wei. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva and kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were irritating the life out of me. ish ish. but, not sleeping had an advantage. we talked more about sweeney todd, the movie and i got to know more about it since i havent watched it yet. good in a way. hahah. but oh my god. sweeney todd sounds bloody SICK! thank god i didnt watch the movie. as much as i know depp acted fantastically and sang happeningly in that movie, i dont think i'll ever be able to sleep after that la. &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;sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i dont think we can watch that movie together. any movie but that la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know something? i got a call from my veena teacher today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshyani. can you come for class tomoro instead?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why teacher?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"because the other girl cant make it today la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh yes ah. but cant i just come in today and practice alone?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the thing is that i want the 2 of you to play together so that i can choose who can represent our music academy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ohhhhhh.. ok. i'll come in tomoro."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after all the practicing i've been doing, she wants to test me and see if i can actually join the comp?! do you mean to say that she thinks that girl, the ultimate pain in the butt bitch,  can play better than me and join the comp instead? you must be kidding me wei. she was the one who chose me initially and said that i can join the comp because i'm the "best". and now, she's testing me?! i'm so gonna play so well and that she wont even consider that bitch to join. just watch....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chem practicals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yea. and i've got chem prac tomoro. fuck wei. i was told by my seniors that he's a real pain and that loves to hawk on you while you're carrying out the experiment. and if you dont do it right, he'll just shout at you like nobody's business it seems. omfg. i'm getting bloody scared wei. already i hate practicals and now that i'm being informed of stuff like this, i'm shit scared of tomoro. &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;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 1 and a half days to go ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5696455094427044459?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5696455094427044459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5696455094427044459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5696455094427044459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5696455094427044459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/02/wednesdays.html' title='wednesdays'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1520187192697829095</id><published>2008-02-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:30:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to start off with, i'm just letting everyone know that i'm bloody sleepy and that right after i'm done with my blog, i'm gonna take a short nap before my driving lesson start. so, it's gonna be a fast one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chem test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiyo! all those build-up he gave that the test was gonna be damn tough and that if we dont do well, he's gonna "kill" us was absolute nonsense! the paper was bloody easy ok. bloody easy. calculations wee just like SPM and there wasnt much "twist" (like he always says) and everything was damn simple. i was done within 15 minutes and the rest took about 30 minutes. waste of time la. i was studying so hard last night for nothing! ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;headaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been having very frequent headaches nowadays you know. i really wonder why. some say its because of the heat and the weather change that's so drastic past few days. some say, the radiations from handphones have been found to be causing headaches and people should limit the usage of it. guess what? i've been hanging on the phone nonstop lately. hehe. i'm not doing it on purpose you know.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not in the country, so the only way to converse with him is to use the ingenious creation of mankind - handphone. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but anyways, these headaches come around 10 times a day and last for about a minimum of 15minutes. i'm getting a little scared you know. i cant get into the car without expecting a headache to follow neither can i use the pc for more than 1 hour without switching it off after that before i'm done using it in full. should i get it checked or am i just exaggerating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fingers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh.my.god. last night, i practiced my veena for only 30minutes and my fingers were nearly gonna tear apart. damn bad shape wei. i couldnt feel a single thing, neither could i use it for anything. the pain was excruciating for the first hour and slowly it started reducing but the throbbing pain is still there. hell la. i really dunno how am i gonna manage all the mega practices after this. all because of being a lazy pig and not touching the veena for more than 1 month. who do i blame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dakshyani.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok la wei. i'm ciao - ing. damn sleepy and tired. less than an hour to knock out. &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;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 2 and a half days to go ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1520187192697829095?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1520187192697829095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1520187192697829095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1520187192697829095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1520187192697829095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/02/fast-one.html' title='fast one'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-8317735997588366462</id><published>2008-02-18T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:41:13.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa! i'm bloody tired wei. really. i've been lacking time to spend on myself you know. i barely talk to anyone i know for that long and i havent spent much time sitting down and relaxing myself. thank god for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;coming back yesterday. or else, my sunday would have been even more hectic studying. there's just no end to bloody a-levels wei! ish! its like evreytime you're done studying something, there's more waiting for you at the back. fuck wei. but i wouldnt blame anyone but myself when it comes to this. because&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the self-acclaimed multi-tasker chose a-levels and now the only thing i could do is shut up and study it without complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chemistry lecturer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh fuck him! cant stand him la wei. he's such a pain you know! he barely lets anyone answer his question after he's asked you know. then he'll say that we're very slow and that we cant even answer his questions despite all the teaching. what the fuck la?! you dont let us complete our sentences and you expect to get your answer?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his favourite lines would be :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"faster! faster! faster!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"dont think!! just write. the more you think, the more time you waste! just follow the steps. you all wont get anywhere if you all think. you're not me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"keep writing! dont stop. keep copying! fast!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why arent you following what i've been doing?! i dont like your method! just do mine!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"its only my way here in my class ok?! dont try being smart and following somebody else's method!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh lord. if i ever catch him outside the campus, i'll chop him up and scream into his ear just like the way he does wei. no joke. i'll kill him! bloody idiot! do you think that you're SO bloody smart? smarter than my tuition teacher? he can clear you in seconds ok?! back off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've got his exams to sit for some more tomoro. thanks so much for the wishes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so sweet of you. i think i'll need all the luck in the world to make sure i score super high marks to keep his bloody mouth shut for good. he really needs to know that he's messing with a chemistry lover and that no matter what he does, i'll never be shit scared of him, like he wants me to be, neither will i hate the subject at any which point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lab coats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got my lab coat!!! hehe. i look damn funny wei. hehe. you should check it out. i'll post a few pics later on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says i look like a doctor in the making. haha. actually rite, i;m beginning to make myself like the whole medicine world. i mean, eventually, that's what i gotta do. so, what the heck? i'll just like it and do well as my mom wishes and yearns. its the least i could do for her la. cos, despite all the financial problems she's having, she's still working extra hard to make me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr.Dakshyani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one day. i cant possibly let her dreams shatter at this point. i'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;china&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has left for china. OMG! do you know the condition of the weather there in china?! its bloody hell 5 degrees wei! even lesser at times it seems. you can dream on to stay outdoors for more than 2 hours even upon putting on the thickest clothes ever made for winter. pity him you know. its freezing there. nevertheless, he happens to be another polar bear, just like his girlfriend. so, he's surviving happeningly. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be having holidays from the 20th to the 30th of march! hooray! i promise you that i'm gonna spend the whole of those 11 days relaxing and spending minimum time studying. i really need the break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who am i trying to kid la? i've gotta study like crazy during the whole of that week because i'll be having an exam for all my 3 subjects after that. hell la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what?? i've been chosen by my teacher to take part in a veena (indian instrument i've been learning) competition! and i'm the only one chosen from the whole of my music academy. i'm so excited. but, this comes with a whole lot of practicing wei. a whole whole whole lot. i really hope my fingers dont fall apart because they are comfirmed to be totally feeling-less by the time the competition comes. i really hope i win the competition too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gifts from india&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has bought me very very very nice gifts from india you know! eeee. i;m so excited. i'm yet to see them because i told him to only give it to me when we go out for my post-birthday date. so.. let's wait and see.&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;strong&gt;ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ 3 days to go ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-8317735997588366462?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/8317735997588366462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=8317735997588366462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/8317735997588366462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/8317735997588366462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/02/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion!!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7702383492641546920</id><published>2008-02-17T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:55:04.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my driving lessons (practicals) are starting on tuesday! fuck la! how the hell am i gonna have the time to finish my other homework if i keep occupying myself with all these stuff? already i got barely enough time and only have the time to do homeworks and i have barely revised anything. and my chemistry teacher (mr.sarcastic) is having a test and so is my math teacher (mr.bariny). how the hell am i gonna cope? ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back for the day!! yay!! but he'll be leaving to china tonight for a work related thing. you know how sweet he is to allocate some time for me today to come over to the shop and see me through his tight schedule? eeeeeeeeeeee! he's a sweetie pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuitions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've started teaching tuition after such a long time. yeah. after teaching form 4s in form 5, i havent thought anyone. and now, i've started teaching my cousins maths. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita and sucjita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - sisters. tuitions have been going good, but then, i've lost touch and it seems to be taking up too much of my time. i got lesser time now la. haiyo. but i think i asked for it cos i've added another student to the list, sucjita's friend. so, i'm teaching 3 of them twice a week for 1.5 hours each class. time consuming but it brings in some income. so, i guess i cant have the best of both worlds. so, shut up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valentine's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this valentine's, my dearest friend in college, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was sooooo sweet. just because i've been really nice to him by helping him out with his homework and all, he got me flowers, a card with a super long sweet message, and chocolates! haiyo. it was so nice of him you know. and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got me something really nice to wear. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got me hair-removal cream! hahha. she's such a cutie la. as much at is embarrassing to receive such a gift on valentine's, it was something i needed. so, i love ya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm actually damn sleepy right now because i barely slept last night as anticipation simply got me. i was so excited that my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was coming back and that i could see him after such a long time. so yea. i've gotta go get dressed also now. he's ocming to pick me up from home. gotta go!&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;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ break fast~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-7702383492641546920?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7702383492641546920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7702383492641546920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7702383492641546920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7702383492641546920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-6038748104333121092</id><published>2008-02-16T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:12:01.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post birthday - delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the night before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night before my birthday, we went over to michealangelo's and had dinner. whoa! the food was to glory wei! italian! haha. really enjoyed myself eating. underlined - EATING. i ate. note to siew, brenda and all those who think i dont eat and survive on thin air. :) after that, however, we went over to karma - a club in hartamas to cut my cake with my sister's friends and all. that was kinda fun. music was blarring and the best part was that i was accompanied to a club on my 18th birthday with my mom, dad, sis and GRANNY DEAREST. yeap. my grandma actually came to the club with me to cut my cake. how chun is that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at sharp 12, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called me all the way from india and spoke to me for like 20 minutes. it was so nice of him. though he was restricted to be outside of his dorm at that time of the night, he still took the risk and spoke to me for so long. i was so touched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my cousin from uk, aunt from ny and relatives from kl were all calling me nonstop and my phone was ringing constantly till about 1am. after all the calls, i finally rested the phone down and spoke to my family who were patiently waiting for me to be done. they all wished me and by the time i was on my bed to recharge myself for my college the next day which starts at 9am, it was 3am. not that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;birthday itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a super long day in college, i came back home and started operating my new LAPTOP from acer that my mom got me. whoa! it was super sleak wei. damn chun. anyways, while i was using it, i heard the doorbell ring and i was told to open it. running down to the main gate, i see a guy standing there with a humungous bouquet in his hands. he then came to me and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"miss dakshyani?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yeah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"a bouquet from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mr.Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh my god!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh lord.. the bouquet was so pretty! and it was so sweet of him to arrange all these during the hectic period before he was to leave for india. eeeeeeeeeeeee! i was so touched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167420611525973330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7ZdqwMJlVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lylLlVH3hII/s320/DSCF1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isnt it pretty??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yea. and recently, we took some family photographs. check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7ZiIQMJlcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_LHiY0BJt1c/s1600-h/_MG_5822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167425516378625474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7ZiIQMJlcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_LHiY0BJt1c/s320/_MG_5822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7ZhLwMJlZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aXsDg9yNhP4/s320/_MG_5781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7Zg7AMJlYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zx0-On9S-Aw/s1600-h/_MG_5776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167424189233730946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7Zg7AMJlYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zx0-On9S-Aw/s320/_MG_5776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7Zf-gMJlXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WSt0PZLO-yo/s1600-h/_MG_5741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167423149851645298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7Zf-gMJlXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WSt0PZLO-yo/s320/_MG_5741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7ZfNwMJlWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j8Cx9aOhK_Y/s1600-h/_MG_5742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422312333022562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG6KoNNQSf8/R7ZfNwMJlWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j8Cx9aOhK_Y/s320/_MG_5742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~one more day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-6038748104333121092?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why dont you try putting on some weight so that you can look nice in the clothes they have?! you're so thin that everthing you try looks as though its hanging on a hanger!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, to avoid such situations, the best thing to do is shut up and thank mom for bringing you shopping and spending a few hours without complaining that most of the clothes i try has to either be made one size smaller than the smallest size or altered completely. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;birthday plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom and i have officially made plans for my birthday. which would be a dinner in either KL Hilton or PJ Hilton, or whatever i change my mind to, again. hehe. and the party is gonna be post poned to 22nd feb, as yoga wont be around through out the whole week of my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;birthday gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the other day, mom came over to my room while i was getting dressed and asked me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dakshy, your birthday is coming.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yes mom. i'm so excited!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yea.. about your gift. i've been thinking.. do you want a laptop or a new handphone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*dakshy faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you actually believe what my mom asked me? i literally fell on the floor and looked up at her, asking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you serious??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. interesting huh? but anyways, i havent made up my mind yet. wait la. i shall decide something by the end of the week, which was the deadline she gave me. eeeeeeeeeeeeee!! i'm so excited wei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;college homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiyo. i cant believe i had gotten so used to myself not having any homework to do and being so happy-go-lucky for the past few months (even before spm) that now i find the homework given by my lecturers SO hard to complete! damn it la! i just cant stand having my homework in my mind, constantly irritating me till i get them done. and now that i'm on a 10 day break, its even harder to cope with my social life you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my chemistry lecturer had to give us one entire booklet to conplete and my biology teacher had to give me a BIGGER booklet to complete and my maths lecturer had to give me an entire BINDED BOOK OF HOMEWORK!! i hate the bloody word, HOMEWORK!! &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;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ parted for SO long? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5500940945571606200?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-7741121562864168717</id><published>2008-01-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:58:22.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plan plan plan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has gone to johor for TWO weeks! and yea. its been bloody hard you know. 1 week has officially passed and i have survived. not because i was strong, but because my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came back on sunday just to see me and then drove back all the way to johor because i missed him so so so much. haiyo.... this is what you call a sweetie la. no joke. he was so nice to come and spend the whole day in the shop with me. hmmmmm... &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh damn the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;biology is bloody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wei! each chapter goes on for at least 50 something pages in a book that looks like an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;encyclopedia and has a font of 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i cant take it wei. can you imagine reading 50 something pages of JUST cells?? that's how it is. that's how BAD it is. already biology is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"favourite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; subject and i'm trying my best to start liking it. when they dump this much of nonsense on your head, how on earth am i gonna survive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my biology lecturer doesnt exactly have the face of tyra banks or julia roberts in which you can be inspired to go on with the subject though its fucking boring. she's in her late 40s and puts on her blusher on her cheeks like miney mouse. seriously wei. its like 2 huge round spots in her cheeks. tengok pun langsung tak de inspiration. ish! what am i to do la? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mcdonald's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today i tried the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;red bean sundae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i've been dying to taste since last year!! yay!! actually, after class, which finished at 12.30 instead of 1pm, i literally forced shiva to follow me to mcd's so that i can have the ice-cream. although he was supposed to catch the earliest bus that leaves, i made him take the later one so that i'll have company. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but for the record, the sundae was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;killer wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. damn nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, on the way back from college to mom's shop, my birthday plans were made. 18th birthday ma.. must do proper planning la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"so, dakshy.. what you wanna do for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt; - sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i dunno la. i thought of having a pool party. but we dont get into the pool. i just like the concept."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hmmm. can also. but we wont be able to be there all night long unless it's OUR pool. so, anything else?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why dont we just have it at home? i dont wanna spend a lot la. my college fees and all are damn high."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"i think that's great idea."&lt;/span&gt; - mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"food?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we can get the kajang satay guy to come and do it 'live'. it'll be damn chun. or we can even get him to do some kebabs and all. it'll be so much easier for us and everybody will enjoy."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oooo. sounds good. can also. but can we go for a nice dinner the night before? just us?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"yeah sure. we can call your boyfriend also. shouldn't be a problem."&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, yeah. that's plans. but i think i'll have a proper outing with my friends for my birthday. i cant possibly concentrate on them when my family is there. i shall start planning more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday outfit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going for mega shopping next week. and that reminds me. i've gotta wax my legs. oh wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i mention the really really nice dress &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bought for me without me that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; fits happeningly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? haha. oh my god. the dress was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and exactly what i wanted wei. it was soooooo nice. and i was bloody shocked with the fitting that looked as if my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;herself bought it wei. eeeeeeee. my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is such a darling la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mahsa has given us&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; 10 days of holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in conjunction with the federal territory day and chinese new year!!! yay!! isnt it fantastic? but the sad thing is that the holidays end exactly 2 days before my birthday and i'll have to go to college on my birthday because i have maths and chemistry.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ wanna be close ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-7741121562864168717?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/7741121562864168717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=7741121562864168717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7741121562864168717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/7741121562864168717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2008/01/plan-plan-plan.html' title='plan plan plan!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-8183920805225109840</id><published>2008-01-29T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:11:30.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been LONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: can you for goodness sake update your dead blog?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oi! blog la! do you know how h=long has it been since you've blogged?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oh fuck! i havent blogged!&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;so, due to popular demand, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshyani the great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has finally decided to blog. hopefully i havent lost touch. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boyfriend!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i have been having a blast since the time we beacme official. whoa. from all those days of sitting in the corner of my room and thinking over and over again if liking him is the right thing, i am now jumping around my whole room expressing my joy everytime i think of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things have actually worked out!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; wooooooohooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, well, not exactly recently, but last year, when we went for our christmas trip to singapore, he came along! waaaaaah. it was damn nice wei. he was there with me all through out. now, that's what you call a holiday wei. it was bloody chun. &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;oh yea. and my family (immediate family) knows about the 2 of us and they're completely ok with it. in fact, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has actually encouraged us. BUT with a condition of studies not getting affected in any which way. so, i guess its safe to say that all good and fine. &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;i really really wanna thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ma clicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who have all been there with me whenever i was crying like crazy because of all the things that were happening. for consoling me when i was down. for motivating me to go on with it despite all the chaos that was happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pei yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;koo &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you guys are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mahsa college&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has officiallybegun. it started on the 3rd of Jan actually. it has been a good journey though. really. i was quite surprised how well it has turned out to be. the students there are really nice. although i didnt go in for the orientation that was held on the week before, all the students in my class are so friendly and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've got 11 students in our class. let me give you a little detail about them. &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pavittra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the first person i spoke to in my class. my 1st friend actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shivaraj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - really nice guy. one of my closest friends. smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kevin lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 17 years old. fuckin smart. class rep. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - bloody quiet. proud type. barely talks. a LOT like someone i wanted to avoid like crazy in form 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - funny. deep voice. a little reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - damn bubbly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stephanie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- lives and feeds on biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wai kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - damn cute. nice hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a little bit of the vain type. but boleh tahan la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sareeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - out going. nice. good conversationalist.&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;that's it. actually rite. they're all really nice la. and surprisingly, i'm damn friendly in class too. i guess the anti-social &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just doesnt wanna show. hehe. anyways, i'm having a blast here la. lecturers are all really good. well english spoken and bloody smart. chun. just that the syllabus is bloody heavy la. seriously. we've got so much to study you know. and my first exams are in november and the second one is in june. though i'm only taking 3 subjects, its 3 fucking TOUGH subjects. &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;so, dont under-estimate A-Levels students and dont get on their nerves or they might just decide to throw one of their textbooks your way and believe me, you'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be able to get up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. i still havent completed my driving course. i just finished my 2nd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6 hours ceramah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and its surprising that i'm still alive after that. pheeew! they tortured teh life out of us you know. they actually made all of us to stand under the sun for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 motherfucking hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to learn about the car engine and how to change the bloody tyres. do you by any chance think this is gonna be useful to ME? all i have to do when my car breaks down is call up my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to come help me. oh wait. actually, i have SO many people to call and my car can be good to move in less than 10 minutes. i dont have to learn it! which part of that dont they understand?!!&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;i'll be starting my driving lessons on the road from next week onwards. after my L license comes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;drivers of malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : be prepared. if you ever see dakshy driving, stay clear or your car might not look the way it looked before you got onto it. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brenda has offiicially left to australia. i literally tried calling her about a zillion times and i could&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get through even once! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her reason was : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my battery died la wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what;s the best part? i actually bought her souvenirs and all to pass it over to her before she's off. ish! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. you're gonna get it from me la. anyways, hope everything's good for her and hope she studies well there. my best wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her NS has been cancelled!!! praise the lord. all good's for her man. i'm sooooooo happy. words cant express wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. when's your chinese new year lunch?? wanna see you la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday is coming!!!!!&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;all please be informed that my birthday is coming and by all means, i accept gifts with open arms and have got no issues in receiving them. and the theme for my gifts this year is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simply anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap. so, you can get me whatever you feel like getting me. anything which you feel i need. but just in case you think i need pads, i've got lots of them. so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dont try to be too smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ miles and miles away ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8602115854506347476.post-2259774582553716695</id><published>2008-01-08T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:19:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrity look-alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/J/8_3/ab4h46_0147099abe28747kd23o46" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" height="1"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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look-alike'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-6945378393524944555</id><published>2008-01-04T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:14:26.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all set!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all set!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pre-u course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, after talking to a big shot guy who practically has&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 4 titles before his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (or was it 6?), my path has finally beem brightened a little. yeap. he helped explain all the courses (medical and pre-u) which i can actually consider. the best part is that he didnt exactly recommend any obvious places which everybody flock into. so, i was given a whole lotta names and places which have got quite good potential. i was then "enlightened" even more by one of the lecturers of his college too. the lecturer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(mr.chan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exaplained a whole lot about most of the pre-u courses that are being conducted in malaysia and recommended the best to me too. he even showed me around the college and all. quite nice of a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ultimate decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshyani d/o ratha kerisna naido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; MAHSA college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which will be commencing on&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; january 20th 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reasons behind choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as explained by the dean of the college (the dude with SO many titles), this college has only started their A-Levels program 2 years ago. so, when i join this year, i will be in their 4th batch. which would mean that they are quite new and all. to add on, they've got a whole lotta experienced lecturers from around the world who have been picked out from well-known colleges who have the hghest potential to produce good students. &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;oh oh! and the best part....&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;they only accept at the most&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 10 students per class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can you imagine?! there'll be like 100% attention on each student. unlike taylors and all which accept close to 60 students per class, here, they only accept about 10 students. in which the lecturers will actually willingly give you extra tuitions and teaching hours for free. i wont even have to go for tuitions outside. wah! damn chun wei. and the fees and all are quite interesting too. &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;this college also is situated quite near to my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place and the highways are happeningly happening, in which i dont have to get stuck in the jam at all. bonus for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as she's gonna start driving! weeeeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiyoooooo.. here comes the sad part. my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is stuck in fucking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;national service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ish! damn irritating wei. pity her you know. they dont have anything proper there you know! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hot water, the place is bloody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;isolated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the outside world, the people there are all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bad shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; no body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from our school are there, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;food sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BIG TIME, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;insects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have moved in with the students in their dorms, the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; distance to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the girls' dorm is bloody far and dark, the hours they have to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is ridiculous, and the list goes. &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;fucked up wei!&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;no joke. i'm bloody pissed you know. and pity&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she's got her rashes already. her skin is causing havoc. ish. who the hell ever started this fucked up NS nonsense?! who ever that is, is gonna get a slap across the face from me. confirm. and why girls?! do you know that NS in singapore is only for guys? why the hell are girls forced to go for it here in malaysia?! what nonsense la. do you even think even though we've gone for the NS, we'll actually help out the country when there's a dispute or war or whatever? we'll be the first to get out of the country and settle down somewhere far far away. tehn why the NS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have finally registered myself in a driving school in cheras. started studying the undang2 nonsense. exams will be next week. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ announcing it to the world ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-6945378393524944555?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-6200340818670554385</id><published>2007-12-19T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:45:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome's partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mommy dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dearest suddenly insists in controlling me mega-ly. i really dunno why la. haiyo. she was just superbly stubborn in not letting me go for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; brenda's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; farewell party (which has been said to be the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "awesome partay of the year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not being able to do much about it, had to just shut up and listen to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what to do la? i'm still under-aged and havent obtained my own fucking driver's license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewie saves the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dak. you coming for the party rite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no la.. my mom's not letting me go! damn pissing of you know!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"well... how IF you tell her that i can provide transport?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"actually, it isnt about transport.. its just that its too late at night la."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"but i want you to see my new haircut!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"new hair cut?? now i wanna go! how siewie?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"how IF you tell your mom that ................ ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"OH MY GOD! that's a really good idea. but, i dont think she'll accept the second part of it. lemme try asking her."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"okie! make sure you gimme some good news!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;final decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the mega pleading and literal begging....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"fine la fine la. just go. haiyo... children nowadays can be SO persuasive la!"&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;muahahahahahahahaha! i'm going for the partay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what to wear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some how or other, the most stressful part of attending a function would be when the question&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "what do i wear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; arises. and damn it! it has just risen. actually rite.. i never bothered thinking of what to wear cos i just never thought my mom would allow me to go. so, i didnt bother thinking much. but now, since i'm going, i have just come to realise that i have less than 5 hours to pick something to wear, get dressed up and look for a birthday gift for awesome. damn it!&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;my options would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@-- &lt;/strong&gt;pants and a blouse (formal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@-- &lt;/strong&gt;jeans and a blouse (smart casual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@--&lt;/strong&gt; skirt and blouse (elegant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@-- &lt;/strong&gt;super short skirt and blouse (kinky)&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;hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baking outta the blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day before yesterday, for no absolute reason, i thought of baking. asking opinions for what to bake, it turned out to be a cake. after thinking a while, i came up with an orange cake. the perfect orange cake (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very own recipe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the baking began.&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;wah! one hour later, the whole house was filled with the smell of my orange cake. fantastically fantastic! perfecto! exquisite! simply beautiful! name it la. it was just happening. perfect moisture, perfect texture, perfect colour, just perfect. &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;ok. i should stop.&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;anyhow, after that, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i thought of baking strawberry choc chip cookies. and not surprisingly, that was also perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ never been happier ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-6200340818670554385?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/6200340818670554385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=6200340818670554385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/6200340818670554385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/6200340818670554385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/12/awesomes-partay.html' title='awesome&apos;s partay!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5655048374855301990</id><published>2007-12-17T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:30:26.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before my friends decide to whoop my butt because i havent been blogging regularly, i shall play safe by just blogging though i've got so many many things to do right now. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to have registered for her driving classes and started her &lt;em&gt;undang-undang&lt;/em&gt; nonsense, BUT nope. i havent registered. wait, i havent even found a place to go for the classes. so, yea. i guess i'm yet to complete my after-spm must-do's. damn it wei. i have gotta complete the bloody list before my matriculation starts la. ish ish. &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;nevertheless, i have felt the ultimate pleasure of driving a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; mercedes benz, honda city and a savvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so, i guess i'm not that far behind my list. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while hanging with my family the other day, we were discussing about the right place to go for holidays this year as we've all had a super stressful year. so, thinking thinking thinking.. suddenly,  my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes up with an ingenious place to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it was ingenious to me cos i've never been there before. yea. i know i sound bad shape. but yea. everyone in my family have been to singapore except me. and that would be because i wasnt born the first time when they went as a family. and i guess that would be one of the disadvantages of being born very much later. you just miss it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;simply miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, anyhow, coming back to the holidays plans. we have decided to go over to singapore on the 26th, 27th and 28th. that would be the day after christmas. we'll be staying over in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aunt's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in johor and visiting singapore. also, we've added into the plans to spend a day at a happening waterfall in johor on one of the days. lets just see how things go. &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;holiday go-ers would be :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga, dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;family, shamita's family, mira's family, aunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;total : 18&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;that's gonna be quite a big group of us going together gether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christmas decorations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh lord!! you've gotta check out&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; the curve's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; christmas decorations wei! no joke. its&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; GORGEOUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seriously. its a happening white christmas there. ish ish. so beautiful wei. i really wonder where they get all the inspiration to do all these stuff wei. and it seems that midvalley and the curve are competing for the best decorations. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;midvalley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decorations are no less attractive wei. its like an autumn christmas there. damn chun man. &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;christmas is my most favourite time of the year wei. so, if i start getting a little carried away, dont bother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new year plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the upcoming new year, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; joining her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for some "adult" celebrations. yeap. i'm officially going clubbing! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but actually right, i'm not that excited. the whole idea of being in a place filled with cigarette smoke and people wanting to fall all over you for 5-secs pleasure puts me off. i think i'll just go over for about an hour and then go out dating with my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and spend new year's with him some where quiet. that's more like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new year's dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be going for new year's dress shopping too! whoa! that's something i'm really looking forward too. because, recently i've been having happening cravings for nice dresses. maybe because i've&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; waxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my legs and now my legs look bloody good and shapey. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but anyways, will be going with my sista for dress shopping on the 29th. most probably. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;college&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;havent registered. havent thought about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ so in love~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5655048374855301990?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5655048374855301990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5655048374855301990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5655048374855301990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5655048374855301990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/12/playing-safe.html' title='playing safe'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2127196395426198131</id><published>2007-12-06T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:16:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after math</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my god. if my blog were to have hands and legs, i would have confirmly gotten a slap across the face and a kick on the butt. no joke. i havent blogged in centuries wei. i feel so un-updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after math of spm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spm ended on the 26th of nov. the MOST memorable date of my life as i finally finished my highschool and sad bye-bye to  history, biology, bm and moral. oh yes and not to forget EST. yeap. most memorable date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebration for spm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;initially, plans were, we were all supposed to watch a movie and then head back home as a big family and chat the whole night. also, my sleep-over was supposed to take place. BUT, as we all know, that didnt happen. instead, after my spm, i headed back home, had my shower and came to the shop. in the shop, i was lepaking the whole day. the whole bloody day. it was fun though. you know, enjoying yourself without having the guilty feeling. wah. happening wei. &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;anyways, that night, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga, dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista, shamita, mom, sucjita and aunt sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went out for ice-cream to baskin's. initially, it was damn fun cos we were all chatting and all. after that, it got kinda irritating when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started stuffing me with the ice-cream. seriously wei. you can stuff me with normal food. but ice-cream?? you want me to look like a pumpkin is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a relationship! with who?? well, if i was willing to let the whole world know, i would have titled the blog with his name. so, you figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after spm, there were quite a lot of things i wanted to do. as in piercings, driving, outings, college, dresses and all. but currently, the only thing i have done is WAX MY LEGS. wah! wei. my legs are bloody chun now ok. they're like bloody silky and all. it was quite a painful experience but what the hell. the outcome was fantastico. now, dakshy only wears skirts and dresses. hehe. and i made a recent discovery. &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;i have got bloody skinny legs! BLOODY SKINNY! i never knew la. damn it. its time to build some muscles in the gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wei. i really no mood wanna blog la. cos i've got a project to finish. i'm doing some body's birthday gift actually. and i simply cannot rest in peace before i get it done. you know me. so, i shall blog once i'm done. &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;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~i love you baby!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2127196395426198131?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/2127196395426198131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=2127196395426198131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2127196395426198131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2127196395426198131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-math.html' title='after math'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-3883687103448374677</id><published>2007-11-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:16:36.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 down, 1 to go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 down, 1 to go - courtesy of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my god! it's really one more subject more for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crap-shit-good-for-nothing-bitch-pain-in-the-ass-mother-fuckin-SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be over. just ONE MORE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a little exaggeration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just 2 days. after that, i'll be floating in freedom blown by the november 26th's wind. i'll be breathing in the sweet scent of relaxation given by the rustling of paper when biology 3 paper is collected by the invigilator. i'll be walking on the path leading to heaven tarred by the celebration confetti. i'll be opening my eyes to the new realm of peace designed by the jumping and rejoicing form fives. i'll be listening to the soothing lullaby sung by the screaming science stream students....mmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wah. call me Shakespeare's daughter wei. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end of moral for life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moral is officially over! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O.V.E.R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i tell you! haiyo.. i cant express the way i feel right now. i think i just need more than words to let you all know how G.O.O.D i feel right now. there's NO MORE memorising &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nilais, definisis, kandungan akedemiks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NOTHING!! reading all these, you should have just a gist of how good i feel. but, try being me wei. you'll be floating on cloud nine already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right now - i'm feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biology - the mother of all disaster that is to strike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh fuck the world! do they really have to keep the "best" for the last?!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; why the hell la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't bio be the first science subject so that we can get it over with?! why the hell does the ministry of education have this much of anger upon us?! ish. so, i guess for the next 2 days or so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cells, plants, blood, heart, animals, ATP, experiments, nutrients and gases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are gonna jam pack my brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just 2 more days. just 2 more days. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*dakshy chants repeatedly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;future plannings - once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things are finally taking shape right now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has decided to apply for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;south-Australian-matriculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (SAM) course in either taylor's or sunway. so, that would mean that i'll be spending the next one year (starting from january) doing that. gonna be quite fun i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody period - literally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on thursday, while talking to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pei yi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we suddenly started talking about stress and period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"do you know that both our period is delayed cos we're so stressed up by these exams?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siew&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;asked, referring to herself and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pei yi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"oh really?"&lt;/span&gt; i ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"yea. but brenda got her period on time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;siew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"yeap." &lt;strong&gt;wong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;says, carrying up her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"during the trials, my period was bloody hell 3 weeks late wei. i nearly thought i was pregnant."&lt;/span&gt; i said, exaggerating just a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"how nice if we were all just stressed up 24-7 and then we wont have period at all??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fantasised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we just laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now, i've got my bloody period. damn it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my stomach is damn painful wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. how on earth am i gonna succeed in studying nonsense-biology with this excruciating pain?! it's not exactly "excruciating" la.. but it's just a pain in the butt - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mouth ulcers and&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on Thursday, when chemistry 2 - chemistry 3 break was going on, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pei yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i were lepaking in the canteen, studying ways to make ester and effects upon electrolysis with different electrodes, when the topic about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mouth ulcers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came up - courtesy of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; pei yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, since she had mouth ulcer. we were just talking about how disgusting and painful ulcers can get, especially when you tersalah-ly bite them. ouch! it hurts like hell wei. anyhow, while talking about it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came up with the ultimate disgusting statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"can you imagine how would it be if your ulcers begin to undergo mitosis and multiply constantly? and then, it's like your whole mouth has ulcers. AND THEN, you bite them all together! the juice comes out with all the blood in it. can you imagine uh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best part was that, she just HAD TO expose her wild imagination just as i was having my lunch. haiyo. i completely lost my appetite. ish ish. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong wong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sleep over in my house that was initially scheduled to be on the 26th, has been intentionally post-poned to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;week after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. mostly because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom and sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants to get some things done at home with my help before i can officially start party-ing with ma homies. and also rite, i feel if it was on the week after, i can all my things at home cleaned, especially my room before we can jam-in. so, i guess its for the better lor. i can also stock up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;snack food supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during that week to make the night an official blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think this plan is chun-ted bukan main chun-ted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waxing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the 27th, which is a tuesday and my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off day, i'm gonna be going in for waxing! finally wei! it's high time i go for a bloody waxing and start wearing skirts without feeling so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;super duper conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i can start wearing short dresses too! ooo ooo ooo! i saw this really really nice dress in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BlackBook in bangsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! it's so bloody nice wei! and my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has agreed to get it for me! weeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just 2 more days. just 2 more days. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*dakshy chants once again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ waiting for confirmations ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-3883687103448374677?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/3883687103448374677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=3883687103448374677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/3883687103448374677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/3883687103448374677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/11/9-down-1-to-go.html' title='9 down, 1 to go!!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2238176189016391277</id><published>2007-11-15T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:42:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spm - going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the night before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night before spm, which happen to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;day-3 of deeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i was in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;uncle's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;place for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; lunch cum tea gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; normally right, the first 2 days of deeps would be in ma place and the 3rd ay would be in my uncle's place which is in one of the damansaras. so, leaving home at 12something, we reach there at 1 something. the whole gathering goes fine and we have a whole lotta fun and take a whole lotta pics. that was bloody fun! the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;camera was clicking nonstop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, a few hours later, when it was time for us to leave at around 7 something, my entire family started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;wishing me all the best for my spm and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. they started hugging me and "motivating" me. fuck wei. that was when i really started feeling that spm was the very next day, in less than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5 hours to be exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. wah. before i could get into the car, my heart started racing and i started having chills already. by the time i could get into the car and be off back home, my heart was beating faster than a bunny's. sitting in the car, i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;super duper silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i barely spoke. my family (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom, dad, sista, grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) who were in the car with me, were constantly checking on me. i was also loaded with motivating speeches from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grandma, mom and sista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was least bothered to give a talk as he knows quite well that no matter what, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will not be motivated and will remain silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this proves that i got my intelligence from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reaching home, i head straight for the stairs to go up to my room. my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then requests me to stay downstairs and watch a movie with her as she didnt want me to be all alone. i oblige and place a pillow on her lap and lie down. i started feeling a little better and less tensed until my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came over and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. are you okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wah. that was when i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;completely broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i was bloody freaked out because of the exams and started crying on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shoulder. then, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came over to me and gave a piece of her mind to me. she was really irritated that no matter how much she tried consoling me just now, i'm now sitting down and crying.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; i got mega screwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. just what i needed.&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;minutes later, after the tears had dried up and my eyes were less bad-shape,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walked into my house for dinner with dinner as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"surprise".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thank the lord that i wasnt still crying. oh lord. what would have happened to my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; maruah diri??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyways, he was wearing this really really nice green top that looked really nice on him. &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;despite being in such a horrible condition, i could still notice fine details. ish ish. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the morning of day-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reaching the temple at 6.15am, i suddenly remembered that i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; forgot to bring my IC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; straight away voluntereed to get back home and get the ic for me. then,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mom, sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and me, finished our prayers by about 7 and walked down the hill of the temple to get a cab to get to school, as planned since&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had taken the car. walking down the hill, i get a message from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;saying that he was already in the temple and asking me if i had left already. &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 style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yoga!!&lt;/strong&gt; oh my god! send me to school&lt;strong&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i said, explaining the whole situation in super speed. he then obliges and send me to school. oh my god. he was god-sent wei. i was getting bloody late to school some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my saviour!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exams review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bm - &lt;strong&gt;painful. FUCKING painful.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;history - &lt;strong&gt;essay was dumbshit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;english - &lt;strong&gt;chunted. literature was GREAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maths - &lt;strong&gt;fantastico!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today happens to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome wong's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday. so, best wishes to them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ birthday message ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2238176189016391277?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/2238176189016391277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=2238176189016391277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2238176189016391277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2238176189016391277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/11/spm-going-on.html' title='spm - going on'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-528927098856554917</id><published>2007-11-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:38:29.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deeps arrives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the night before...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night before deeps, when you're supposed to be helping your family with the spring cleaning and the decorations and stuff,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went out for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pre-deeps party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and what actually happened in that pre-deeps party??&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; ALCOHOL BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn it la. i dont want it to sound that way, but what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyways, we had alcohol. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a whole lot of em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. wah. actually, i dont like drinking outside of my house, cos i just feel really awkward. also, i feel that girls should not drink in public and should not look like alcoholics. i know i sound as though i'm from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;15th century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i guess that's how i am. anyhow, my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends got so excited after seeing me as they havent seen me in a really long time. and also, my spm was coming and they wanted me to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; "relax".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so, i was given a glass with alcohol in it. to be precise, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;chivas regal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought it was only gonna be one glass and we can go back after that one glass as i wanted to leave really really soon because the dumb&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were getting the worst out of me. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. they continue topping up my glass everytime i was done and never allowed me to finish my drink in full. wah! at the end of the day, i bloody hell had 7 glasses of chivas -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; on the rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haiyo. my head started spinning already la. they made me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;bottoms-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every glass some more. at that point, i would have been able to sing twinkle-twinkle already as there were so many stars above my head la. ish ish. so much for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15th-century-dakshy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fuck!&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;at around 10.30, i was so glad that we were gonna leave and that i can STOP bottoms-up-ing. i reach home and my cousin&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is at my hall all prepared for the kolam she was gonna do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dakshy. come and help me finish this. i 'm kinda tired and i wanna finsh this fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh? ummm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what? it's a simple one la. come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miraka... ummm... gimme a few minutes. i'll be right down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dashed up to my room. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;fucketty fuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kolam?! i can barely see the bloody ground! how the hell am i gonna see the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;rice grains on the ground?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not knowing what to do and how to handle the situation, i head straight to the bathroom and switch on the shower and hit&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; super cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my head. got wet for several minutes and felt waaaaaaaaaay better. after that, at around 11 something, i went downstairs and finished the kolam happeningly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mission accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deeps morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;barely slept all night as bloody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ass-pee-am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was just stuck in my head and spoilt EVERYTHING. at 6 something, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes over to my room and literally bangs my door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dakshy!! wake up wake up wake up! it's deepavalli! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh??&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mutter as i just fell asleep less than 20 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wake uppppp!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooookaaaayyyyy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wake up and go downstairs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes over to me with the oil and some herbal stuff in hand. makes me sit down and applies the paste on my hair. she also successfully makes me sit down with that thing on my head for one hour so that it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;seeps well into my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. as soon as she left my sight, i dashed up to my room and washed my hair 3 times with the shampoo to remove the effect caused by the paste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 hours later.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUCCESS!! the paste's effect was gone. hair not oily. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;perfecto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minutes later, deepavalli morning prayers took place. that was when i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;played my veena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;singing and got blessings from my parents. me getting blessings from my parents only occurs once a year. that is only deeps day as we get $$$ when we fall on their feet. so, i guess the pain felt when i had to kneel down when i touched their feet wasnt that bad.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ma clicks came over to ma place on deeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; waaaaaaah. it was so bloody fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - walked in with the phone on her ear, talking to her mom about what time she's gotta get back and how she's getting back. (it was all about getting back) i wouldn't blame her though. i was bloody surprised that she could make it in the first place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- in a skirt as usual. haha. and i humongous marker-written "tattoo" on her arm saying 'i love the click five'. typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;catherine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- runs staright to me and hugs me. waaaah. so glad she could make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;becca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- wore a green top and looked really nice in it (it was green - of ocurse la nice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - in her shorts-looking skirt. so so so excited as it could be seen all over her face. (cho chweet la she)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - wearing a punjabi suit in conjunction of deeps and looked really nice. (green again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as soon as they came, i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; toured them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around ma place and showed them the entire house. after that, we hung out for a while, while munching down some happening cookies that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made. *smiles* after that, lunch was served on a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; banana leaf by mom and grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so very the fun. ma clicks were so excited, especially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. that one no need to say la. she was so cute. anyhow, while they were eating, i was having the time of my life watching some of them fiddling with the rice to make it enter their mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coughbrendacough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. soon after that, mom became the survivor and gave her a fork and spoon. anyhow, they enjoyed lunch ultimately. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and that was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soon after that, we headed over to my room and lepaked there till they left, while munching down some cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at around 9 something, my relatives started coming in. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;angpaus count started increasing rapidly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after all the chatting and the gossipping and the in between fireworks presentation by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deeps gathering ended at around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;12 someting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy happy happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ i love you even more ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-528927098856554917?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/528927098856554917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=528927098856554917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/528927098856554917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/528927098856554917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-before.html' title='deeps arrives!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-6947178624102336396</id><published>2007-11-03T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:21:37.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jam tarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one packet jam tart mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;250g butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pineapple jam&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;strong&gt;method&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cream butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;add in yolks and beat till fluffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mix in jam tart mix.&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;i practically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;memorised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the recipe to this cookie yesterday. no joke wei. my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;started baking at 10am and stopped at 12am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and YET, we're not done with the orders for jam tarts. we successfully made 4 bottles of jam tarts but we have another&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; 5 orders to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! fuck wei. &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;i was so physically and mentally exhausted yesterday that towards the end, after baking the last batch, i told my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i really cant continue and told her to get the maid to help her clean up. it's usually me who cleans up after the baking as my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be in charge of preparing them. but yesterday, my body was just fully used up&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; (wrong choice of words - i know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i simply couldnt move. neither could my brains function anymore. my back was so fucking painful that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;still cant sit well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. eeeerrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you know what's the best part? i am actually supposed to be studying but i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;baking jam tarts and choc chip cookies instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haiyo. something tells me that i'm not doing the right thing at this point. to reimburse all the waste of time yesterday, though today is saturday and it's supposed to be my lepak-ing day in my mom's shop, i've decided to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;stay at home and study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. that's fantastic right? &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;actually, that depends on whether i really study or not.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man u VS arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooooohhhhh damn! tonight is like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;MOST anticipated game of the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm so bloody freaked out la wei. haiyo. and the game is at 8pm tonight. i just really really hope that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;man u wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if they dont... oh lord. my life would be officially over. my friends, who happen to be arsenal's greatest fans will torture the life outta me. and that's for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rooney -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keep scoring darlin! you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ronaldo -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pleeeaaassseeee. for goodness sake, DONT DIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anderson -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whoa! you're fantastic! keep playing this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nani -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run with the wind hun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tevez -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; score whenever you get a chance and bring man u to the top of the chart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;countdown to spm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has started making a countdown for spm for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;how fantastic is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's like every time she's bored or something, she reminds me that there are only a few days left to my spm and she also does a countdown to the number of days left for my spm to be over. oooooowwwww.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; how sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medical career&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; paffilion-th time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i had a talk about my medical career. oh lord. i really cant take this la wei. why am i being tortured this way? and i just realised that the only reason my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants me to become a doc is so that one day, she could say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;, my sista, is a cardiologist!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you even think that's gonna motivate me in any way to become a doc uh? it's actually making me get even more&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; agitated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the only reason you want me to study so bloody hard is so that you could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;boast that your sista is a doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why cant you even think of my happiness at any point?  do you know how fucking hard it is to study medicine? it's not something i can complete and pass the cert over to you and move on you know. it's a life-time of studying! how the hell am i gonna do it if i dont like it?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;does anybody ever think about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do i feel that everybody around me are being so bloody&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; self-centered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think about me for a second and think of the things i am gonna go through once i embark on my medical career. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at this point, i feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ will always love you ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-6947178624102336396?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/6947178624102336396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=6947178624102336396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/6947178624102336396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/6947178624102336396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/11/jam-tarts.html' title='jam tarts'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5813641710149599219</id><published>2007-11-01T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:51:05.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baking spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as deeps gets closer, the oven in my house is required to work over time. that would be because of the piling orders for our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;deliciously delicious cookies and cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smiles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you expect la?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is baking. of course la the orders will pile up.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; they might even mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. anyways, in the spirit of deeps, cookies, cakes and sweet stuff are supposed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;bring the family closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. as preparing them will require helping each other and working together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deeps - last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last year, we were baking in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; massive quantity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. no joke wei. we were baking for like closed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;200 orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and stuff. so many many types of cookies and for so many many people. so yea. we were practically baking and baking and baking nonstop before we could clear all our orders. the reason as to why we actually took in that many orders in the first place was because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista, miraka, shamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dakshy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were really really free. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didnt have much work in mom's shop and so did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;miraka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whereas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i had already finished our exams and we didnt exactly have much to do in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the results or baking that much was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; super high profits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. that was fantastic wei. but, the results of baking that much was also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;sick of the smell of cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;ability to memorise recipe for each cookie off-hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt; disability to look at cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;disability to stand the taste of cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;dreams all about cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so much more..&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;nevertheless, it was a fun experience as we were all really really having a whole lotta fun being together and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yakking and gossipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all through out. that was really nice.  i dont think i'll be able to forget last year's deeps  anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deeps - this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;no orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for deeps. that would be because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; having her spm. i cant help out with the baking of the cookies as i should be studying for my upcoming spm. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;miraka's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a new job which requires a whole lot of her time. and my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kinda busy in mom's shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;initial decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right till deeps was around the corner and a whole lotta people started asking why we arent baking this year. all those people started messing with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; head. and made her change her decision. now, she's decided to take in orders. that doesnt matter. what matters is that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who's gonna help her bake??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of course! ish! how the hell am i gonna study la like this? &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;initially, she said that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; shamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can help her out with the baking and i dont have to help her at all. but then, after baking couple of batches and realising that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shamita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isnt of that much help, she resolved to me once again. so, now, i'm &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;measuring flour&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and sugar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rather than measuring the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;growth of plants due to hormones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not that i'm complaining that i dont have time to study and all. it's just that i feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i'm not studying you know. it's just that fucking annoying feeling that irritates the life out of you because you're doing something other than studying when your exams are just&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; 10 days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck! 10 days?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dakshy breathes in and out several times to calm down*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;headaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;constant painful headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nowadays and it's getting the worst out of me la wei. i really really cant stand it you know. and my mood is so badly affected because of it. i can barely concentrate on anything. i think i've got some mega brain disease. maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;brain tumor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or some &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acute nerve problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*TOUCH WOOD!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuition comes to an end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;second last add maths tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my add maths teacher. towards the end of class, he was giving me some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pep talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshini. exams are getting really really close. i know you'll be really stressed up right now and you'll be having all the pressure in the world over your shoulders. your head will feel as though it's carrying one tonne of weight. dont worry. that's something everybody goes through. just remember that you have all the potential to score A1 for your add maths paper. i know you can. just relax and sit for the paper in a relaxed state. you'll definitely be able to score well. and make sure you eat a lot of cucumber and a lot of vegetables. they'll help with your memory and also make sure you're healthy and dont fall sick before your exams. and dont get wet in the rain. especially drizzles. take care of yourself. we'll do some questions next week and you'll be all set for your A1."&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;waaaaaaaaaaaaah. so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;motivating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ imagination power ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-5813641710149599219?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/5813641710149599219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=5813641710149599219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5813641710149599219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/5813641710149599219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/10/baking-spree.html' title='baking spree'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2311145398924876809</id><published>2007-10-31T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:07:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>margaret's bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;margaret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;margaret lim is one of my old friends who i've known for quite a long time. but we talk very little. not because we dont have much to talk, but because&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; she talks very little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she's a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;timid person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but mind you, she's really really sweet and nice. we've known each other since like form 2 as we've been in the same class and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she invited me for a dinner during the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;graduation day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. when i was on the stage with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mary anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all to take some photos and stuff, she came over to me and invited me. not being able to concentrate on what she was saying, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;UNINTENTIONALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;walked away, informing her that'll i be right back. but, i didnt look for her after that as i couldn't find her. i repeat,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; unintentional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then, the next day, while i was doing the kolam, i got a phone call from her.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! she actually went way out to get my phone number to call me and invite me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - i told myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;directions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the location of the place was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;unidentified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so, i called up&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thinking that i'll be able to get the directions to get to the place. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; defines the place but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt get it. i called up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;margaret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; defines place but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt get it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;margaret's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;defines place but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt get it. finally, giving up on me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;margaret's mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;immediately, a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; lightbulb lights up above my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. IDEA! i send &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;margaret's mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; number to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who was attending a meeting) and told mom to give her a call and get the place. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does so and succeeds. of course la. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's my mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how can she not get  directions?! she's like the queen of roads and directions. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; total let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to her. hehe. &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then calls me up and defines the directions to the place so happeningly that even my 2 month old cousin could get the place. chunted. these are the times that i love my mom so very very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ahem*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a while later, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comes to pick me up from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop to send me for the dinner.&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 style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"so... where's the place?" &lt;strong&gt;yoga&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ummmmm..." &lt;strong&gt;dakshy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trails off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"dakshy? where's the place?"&lt;strong&gt; yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asks once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dakshy smiles sheepishly*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"you dont know where the place is, do you?" &lt;strong&gt;yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mom!"&lt;strong&gt; dakshy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exclaims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"huh?" &lt;strong&gt;yoga's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mom knows the place. here. speak to her. she'll explain." &lt;strong&gt;dakshy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"dakshy.... haiyo..." &lt;strong&gt;yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sighs and gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dakshy smiles at her superb idea of calling up mom instead*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after around 20 mins or so, i reach the place safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; pei yi &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were there way earlier. and the dinner started just as i stepped in. how happening can my timing get la?? haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;chunted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh lord. they had&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; bad shape karaoke songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all through out la. i just simply humanly couldnt take it. i dont mind the fact that they had chinese songs, as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is chinese and the entire room was filled with chinese people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*like duh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BUT, play la some songs with nice beat. haiyo. they were playing sappy songs which make me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and NOT  meant for birthdays. and the english songs couldnt get any sappy-er. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*skip*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as the party was coming to an end, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was about to leave. she was gonna take a train back to her place. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really la wei. what am i supposed to do? watch her take a train all alone at that time of the night? i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;dont think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so, i told her that i'll drop her back home. and she definitely agreed as she couldnt stand me being so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;bloody paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. what do i say? i am a little bit of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;persuasive person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at times. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;map&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i reach back home, exhausted to the core, i go straight up to my room, undress, remove make-up and sleep. suddenly, at around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1 something in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comes up to me and knock my door continuously till i replied him over the shut door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshy. i need a favour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"now?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yea. i need you to help me draw the map to our house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"map? for what?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"for the visitors who'll be coming to our house on deepavalli."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NOW?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yea. faster come downstairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i went downstairs, half sleepy, to draw the map to my house. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;with perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; according to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;description. &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;call me daddy's little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ understanding me ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2311145398924876809?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/2311145398924876809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=2311145398924876809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2311145398924876809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2311145398924876809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/10/margarets-bday.html' title='margaret&apos;s bday!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-1933755154699472135</id><published>2007-10-30T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:48:59.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the indian kolam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i reach home after a really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; tiring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after my graduation and music class, i walk into my house in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;desperate need of ATP molecules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. anyways, dropping myself on the sofa, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grandma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comes over and feeds me. haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;she's a darling wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. seriously. and since she wants me to eat so badly, she goes waaaaaaaaaay out to just get food into my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menstruation cycle's bad timing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;amble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up to my room after dinner, cursing and swearing because there were just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SO MANY steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my house and it requires me climb em all to reach my bloody room. and minutes later &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(literally 'minutes' as i was walking super slow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i successfully reach my room.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; FINALLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dropping my handbag on the bed, i went straight to the bathroom and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;undressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK THE WORLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got my bloody menses. haiyo. just what i need to give the finishing touches to my absolutely&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; "wonderful day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the best part? i was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; out of pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. fantastico! aaaaaaaaaaarggggghhhhh!&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;message &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was out with her friends :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis. i need pad. only whisper. nothing else. dont mess with a girl who has got her menses by getting another brand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; replies :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. oh and btw, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yoga &lt;/span&gt;read the message. he pulled the phone outta my hand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?! haiyooooooooo.. why la? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*i dunno why am i capitalising so much*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"early" notification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at around 7am, i get a call from my cousin sista, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i pick up the phone. still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"dakshy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"mmmmmm?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'm gonna do kolam today. i need you to come help. come with your mom to the shop. she'll be leaving in the next one hour's time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh. okay. do i really have to?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yes. i'll pay you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i'm coming."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yea. i went to do the kolam after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kolam in mydin mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the kolam was to be done in a mydin mall which is in USJ. so yea. we went there. and since the guy wanted a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10 feet kolam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he got a 10 feet kolam. wei. it was bloody huge ok. it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;peacock within a circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the diameter of it was actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10 feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. that's like double my height wei. and we actually took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;7 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to complete it. &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being the "flexible" one, had to reach out to some of the places to cover em up. that was the most toughest part you know. i mean, when you're doing it, you dont realise the pain, but then, the next day.... you would pray not to get up and be able to just be in bed the whole day. my body felt as though it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hammered like a nail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la. ish. nevertheless, all the pain was worth it as the kolam looked gorgeous once it was done. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;absolutely gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. photos shall be uploaded some time soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ jammed up ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-1933755154699472135?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/1933755154699472135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=1933755154699472135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1933755154699472135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/1933755154699472135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/10/indian-kolam.html' title='the indian kolam'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-532772679093638902</id><published>2007-10-29T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:22:28.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the graduation was scheduled to start at 8 and students were all supposed to be all dressed and at the complex at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; 7.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which means that if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were to be there at that time, i have to wake up at 5.30 and leave home at 7 as i'll take 1 hour plus to get dressed and 30 mins to reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wakes up at 6.15. finishes getting dressed at 7.20. leaves home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;at 7.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and reaches at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;8.05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha. what to do la. i was damn tired the night before you know. i only slept at around 5. of course la cant get up in 30 mins right. some more my eyes were damned puffed up because of lack of sleep. had to apply extra under-eye powder. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;: (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reaching the place, i walked in like the vip himself. aahaha. with the prefects waiting by my arrival spot, friends waiting for my arrival and teachers greeting me as i dashed through. haha. and after that was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;camwhore session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whoa! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;photos photos photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/437110281"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_437110281m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siewie and sugary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/253829554"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_253829554m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/507690663"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_507690663m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome and sugary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/680686363"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_680686363m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma clicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/783885120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_783885120m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/160634393"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_160634393m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when i successfully got hold of ms.khoo and pn.koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/914198077"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_914198077m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pn.siti - one of my favs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ultimately, kebaya&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; wasnt bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. kebaya was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;borrowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND mega hemming had to be done before it was certified by mom to be wear-able. therefore, after borrowing the kebaya on the night before the graduation, mom had to get back home after her super tiring day of work and got hold of the sewing machine at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. after hemming the kebaya for a really long time, sewing ended at 1.45am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;result : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy looked good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during graduation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during the graduation, i had to sit&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; away from all ma clicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. damn sad wei. this is what happens when you and your friends end up in different classes and the stupid name-list does NOT favour you. damn it! so, due to the fact that i was sitting in between people who i rarely talk to (except &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mandy chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), i was fiddling with my phone. just as i was reading some of the messages, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;NEW MESSAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dropped in. from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who was sitting just a few rows behind me. haha. she was bored too. so, we were chatting for a while before the ceremony of officially over. like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;FINALLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wait. when my turn came to collect the cert and stuff, haiyo.. my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; headmistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. when i&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"mistakenly"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave my hand to shake, she got hold of it la. and the worst part was that she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DIDNT WANNA LET GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! no joke wei. i was actually standing there and waiting for her to finish her "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and spm" speech. i was actually tugging my hand away couple of times before she used both her hands to hold mine and squeeze it like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;bloody tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. after a while (30 secs) i just tugged my hand off really hard and made my way down. ish. cant stand her la. &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;then the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;camwhore-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; continued. the camera went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;click click click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after graduation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was picked up by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and camwhored more at home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was so excited after getting hold of the camera and having his gorgeous daughter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was willing to go on and on posing. haha. photos below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/845216690"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_845216690m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17773994/1/547829609"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/93/17773994/1_547829609m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that wraps up this issue of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"sugary speaks".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ authoritative dakshy ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8602115854506347476-532772679093638902?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/532772679093638902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=532772679093638902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/532772679093638902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/532772679093638902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/10/graduation-2007.html' title='graduation 2007'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-259233043657975155</id><published>2007-10-25T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:20:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret admirer - crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kasturi seminar cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I didn’t go for my seminar today.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; N.O.P.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just didn’t wanna sit in that class all alone, neither did I want to be somewhere so bloody crowded so much so the space given to me to breathe is as big a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;coffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (extreme choice of words –&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). But seriously la wei. I dont think I’ll survive another lesson in kasturi’s seminar. For all I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“co-incidentally”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my class might be scheduled for a pervert to walk in a one of the teachers. So, no seminar for me.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; No thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have made up my mind. The next time I step in there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(in which I have to because I bloody paid for it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I’m only going in with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It doesn’t matter if I’ll have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;share notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with her because they don’t give notes out to those who are assigned to different classes.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; I don’t give 2 fucks ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned yesterday, our group studies was cancelled. So, as we decided we should go back, we went over to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; phone booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Akka. Dakshy here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Yeah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I’m not having my group studies today. Could you come pick me up?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Yea la.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Can I come pick you up at 3?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Why so late la? Come now la.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Cannot la. I wanna watch desperate housewives!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is when I made a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :-&lt;br /&gt;Sisters give more importance to starworld programs than picking their siblings from school. Therefore, schedule school timings according to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; astro guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shellacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;second floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my house was shellacked yesterday, with strict orders that nobody is to step on that floor till&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And what time does&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get back after school? She gets back at 2 something after begging &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to watch repeat of desperate housewives later at night. So, as I reach back home, I am told to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;be downstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; till 5pm. Without having anything to do as my revision books and stuff are all upstairs in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;god-forbid-second-floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I lie down on the oh-so-comfortable bed in the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; guest room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was seconds before I drifted off to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; gates of slumber land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn’t help it la. I haven’t been having sleep for the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before I knew it, it had already been 2 hours since I dozed off. Not being able to sleep any longer, and having so many things in my head that needs to be done, I stormed out of the guest room carried my bag and dashed upstairs. The things I had to do would be switch on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, take my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, use the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, you tell me. waiting for 2 hours to do all these is too long rite? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;my point exactly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the “dry” surface of the parquet so gently, I reached my room safely. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pheew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Looking back, I checked for trails. Nope. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No trails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Praise the lord. Actually, the floor dried way earlier. It’s just that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; paranoia about the perfect-ness of the floor is really really bothering. I don’t think I can blame her. The shellacking did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cost a bomb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Therefore, I’m quite sure that a teeny weeny little damage on that floor is gonna have me looking at one pissed off face who has all authority to throw me out. Due to so, the smartest move would be too take all possible &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;safety measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Secret admirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while intently watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ugly betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a message dropped in. Reading the messages sent by an unknown, I replied almost instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Holla hot gurl. What doing? Makan d?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who’s this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your admirer. Fantasises you every moment sweety. Damn you look so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name please. No name, no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Really? Come on. Been stalking you for the past few months now. At least I deserve a little chat don’t i? cant wait to take a bite on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope. No name, no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then sorry la. Have to take hard measures then. Hope you don’t regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hard measures would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You sill see soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’ll see you in school or your mom’s shop then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that secret admirer crap was a guy who I’ve been trying to avoid since god-knows when. He’s such a pain in the ass and he just doesn’t get the fact that I don’t like him and that his existence in the same planet as me is very bothering and gives me a bloody hard time. No matter how much you tell them, why is it they don’t get it? Is it because they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;too dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;skin is 10cm thick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sista dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got back from a day’s work in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop, we had some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sister-ly time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together. we watched some movies and lepak-ed for a while. Though it wasn’t something big, I really liked spending some quality time with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really la wei. Its been so long since I’ve hung out with her. I really miss those days when she was still in school and wasn’t working in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop. We used to spend so much of time with each other. Though we used to argue really often, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we never stayed apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to watch at least one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;movie together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyday and talk so much before&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; dozing off together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her room and we used to do our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;prayers everyday together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Those were the days. Now, she’s got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who demands a lot of time from her and she works in my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mom’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop and only comes back home late everyday, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;exhausted to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess that’s what happens when your elder sister grows up way faster than you, leaving you to catch up with her later on. And I guess this is how the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;between siblings grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don’t ask me why I am so emo k. just cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No studying for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Studies for the day has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yup. Didn’t feel like studying today la. Maybe because I simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;studied too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday and that my brains just cant absorb anything anymore. So, I guess tonight’s gonna be one long night for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chef dakshy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today, I woke up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;semangat-ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thinking that I should do something to help out my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Preferably cook with her. So, having that in mind, at around 2 something, I switched off the pc I was using and went downstairs to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avva! I’m gonna help you cook today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yup. I’m gonna help you cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dakshyani. I cooked already. I was just about to call you to come and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What? I though you only start cooking at this time, that’s why I came down thinking that I can help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dakshyani. If I start cooking at this time, then you can only have dinner everyday and no lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So much for my semangat berkobar-kobar untuk mempraktikkan nilai kasih sayang terhadap keluarga.  Cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ you don’t need a reason to fall in love with someone ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-259233043657975155?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/259233043657975155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=259233043657975155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/259233043657975155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/259233043657975155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/10/secret-admirer-crap.html' title='secret admirer - crap!'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-2851132863206841622</id><published>2007-10-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:49:29.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kasturi seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kasturi seminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaah. words cant express how much i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that seminar wei. seriously. but since i'm blogging right now, i shall try my best to express it words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ahem*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i were separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i were actually separated wei. i was so fucking pissed you know. though we attempted to be in the same seminar&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; sOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; much, we were just separated.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; fuck wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it seems that you cant change your seminar session though you know you cant make it for that class on that particular day and even if the class you want to go to is completely empty. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what the fuck rite?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you actually mean to say that even if the class you wanna go to is completely empty, you just cant go for it because you registered for a different class?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this whole scenario resulted in siew and me being all alone in our classes and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yawning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; our way through each minute la wei. haiyo. i really dont see the use in this seminar thing if the teachers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;doze me with sleeping pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. perverted teachers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wah! the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;kasturi add maths teacher can be given the award of being the most perverted one on planet earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la wei. no joke. every single line he uses has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;perver-tion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in in (if there's such a word). eeeeeeeeeee! i really couldnt take it wei. and he is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;braggart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he keeps bragging about his fantastic methods that can make people get As and that he&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; created them himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all that nonsense. haiya. you try this with my add maths teacher la. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;he'll flick you off like a feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;group studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got cancelled. cos most of them couldnt make it. but what the hell? i couldnt have been able to concentrate anyways. hehe. what to do la. all my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ATP had been used up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;through out the day while running from one corner of the school to the next, trying to get the merit marks for the debate thingy and filling up the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;forecast results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes! and before i forget....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ma clicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were present (except &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mei kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and the classes were&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; E.M.P.T.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i spent 5 periods in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siew's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class. hehe. and yes! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;no graduation rehearsal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. oh lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is this day a blessing from the all mighty??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ principals aint everything in life ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602115854506347476-2851132863206841622?l=simplydakshy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/feeds/2851132863206841622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602115854506347476&amp;postID=2851132863206841622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2851132863206841622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602115854506347476/posts/default/2851132863206841622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplydakshy.blogspot.com/2007/10/kasturi-seminar.html' title='kasturi seminar'/><author><name>dakshy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602115854506347476.post-5036648080044530771</id><published>2007-10-22T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:00:27.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucknando alonso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitching about cik tan lay choo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the pure innocent young &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first got promoted to the best class in her school in form 3, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;delighted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was my middle name. as in seriously wei. i was so happy to be promoted to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;best class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time when i mysteriously got smart. stepping into the class on the first day of school, i met my class teacher, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cik tan lay choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and the pure innocent part of me went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap. i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pure and innocent as that was when i started cursing and swearing the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, that is because after the first few days of school was when i realised that my class teacher was a fucking racist! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a fucking racist, i tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;doesnt even look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when she speaks to me. also to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;banu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mogana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of course. she doesnt look at us at all as she feels degraded talking and mingling with students who are not the same race as her. no joke wei. you might think that i'm a little over over right now, but she seriously is like that. take it from me. i'm a happening observer.&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;anyhow, through out the whole of form 3, she gave me like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SO many demerits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; NO reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! really! when i went over to her and asked her if i could have a look at the register to have a look at the number of days i have been absent, she marked only 4 and gave me 30 demerits for no absolute reason. and when the other chinese girl was absent for the same number of days, she only gave her 4 demerits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what the fuck la! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and whenever i go over to her to give the letter and all, she'll tell me that the register is closed, but when the other girl goes over, she accepts it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; waaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she pisses me off man!&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;the reason why i'm bitching about her NOW, is because she's actually in charge of the nonsense graduation that my school is having for form 5 students. when she came over to give instructions and all, dakshy was least bothered.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;LEAST bothered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck her to hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mem-o-philia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh!!!! this is have to tell you! yesterday, when i was in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shop bumming (doing absolutely nothing), one of my mom's customers came over to collect his photos. &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;this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the customer) is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;memory genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! yeap. he can memorise absolutely anything within a very very short period of time. so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dakshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, being the curious cat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;tests him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oooookaaaaayyyy.. since you're good in this memory stuff right, i shall test you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok. how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm. i'll write about 10 random numbers on a piece of paper and lets see if you can memorise them in forward order within 5 minutes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;no. make it 20, forward and reverse and 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;write 20 random numbers and i'll memorise them in forward and reverse order within 1 minute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what?! you can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;try me.&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;so, i actually wrote 20 random numbers and read it out to him oncer before he amazed me by saying them out in forward and reverse order within &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;less than one minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and everytime i question him on the sequence, he can tell me which number is at which slot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i freaked out wei! he's got such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;good memory wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and his record is the ability to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;memorise 1066 random digits within one minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wooooooooooooooow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; intelligence wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deeps continues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;preparations for deeps in my home has taken a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;whole new level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; an entirely new level. i was shocked to come home after school to see the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mega difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b
