<?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-12256619</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:15:17.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im talented....im smart.. im all da things you are not..</title><subtitle type='html'>GURL
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Can u guys read me?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-6792590842347386518?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6792590842347386518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=6792590842347386518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/6792590842347386518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/6792590842347386518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6792590842347386518' title='test'/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-6067173492705877205</id><published>2008-01-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:56:17.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no one to call grandfather now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has suffered a great loss...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-6067173492705877205?l=streethippo.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-12256619.post-5789489779716914918</id><published>2008-01-09T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:40:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i gotta say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" GUESS WHO IS FREAKIN BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/R4S1UdS9tPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2DlVrcDOqXY/s1600-h/HPIM3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153443236684870898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/R4S1UdS9tPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2DlVrcDOqXY/s320/HPIM3758.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/12256619-5789489779716914918?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5789489779716914918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=5789489779716914918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/5789489779716914918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/5789489779716914918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5789489779716914918' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/R4S1UdS9tPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2DlVrcDOqXY/s72-c/HPIM3758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-158895251220046975</id><published>2007-12-14T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:22:12.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I am gonna be blogging more frequently now. I am utterly depressed. This is going to be a long, mundane and depressing entry. So if u want, bear with me, if not get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School’s over. 3 months went past me just like that. I wasn’t even aware of how fast time was flying. It feels good to have finished a semester and know that you gave it your best shot. I haven’t felt like this since I was in primary school. Next sem’s modules include, psychological statistics (I hope its not as boring as it sounds!), world civilizations 2 (this is gonna be fun!), academic writing (hw interesting…bleah), principles of communication (I got no idea man!), and I forgot what the other one was. If I remember, I will type it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t mentioned about my uni friends yet. The people who have made such an impact on me cannot be described in so little words. They hold an extremely high place in my heart. Of all the posers, the friends who changed even though I din expect them to change, the branded rich sassy girls, these friends of mine are the ones that have held the true meaning of friendship during my first semester. I would have definitely have to thank them for giving me a memorable experience , and in the case of Sowmya, memorable muffins and quessadias (I got the spelling wrong). That’s all I got to say. U have to know them to feel what I am feeling. I hope we have many more semesters like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is December 14. Remember this date. Remember this date because this is the date when so many of my loved ones have left me. Dilshad has gone for a 24-day holiday in Sri Lanka. The poor boy deserves it, but I gave him a hard time. It was difficult for me. It was the first time in the 2 years that we know each other, that he is going away for freaking 24 days. It was definitely selfish of me, but it was not as if I had a choice. He still went anyway. Now there is this big unbearable feeling of emptiness inside me that  I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Dun get me wrong and dun u dare judge me. I am not a mushy person. Ask anyone you know, I am definitely not a mushy person. I kinda lost my sentimentality after my last relationship with a certain someone who deserves to be buried alive. When I say I feel empty, it is because D is not only my boyfriend, he is also most definitely the bestest girlfriend of mine. There are absolutely no secrets between us. I am very proud of tad fact. Furthermore, I can tell him anything, absolutely anything, and he would give me advice just like how a normal girl does. Hell, I even tell him about my monthly cramps. There is not a pinch of egoism in D and I admire that. He is jus raw, and not exactly vulnerable, but pure? So now that he is gone, I feel as though I am weak. Like as though a part of me is gone? How cliché eh? But its nt exactly love that I feel. Its more than that, its like a state where u cannot function without the person by yr side? What do u call that? Dependence? Nah, I dun think so. I am still independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting depressed typing this. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-158895251220046975?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/158895251220046975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=158895251220046975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/158895251220046975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/158895251220046975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#158895251220046975' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-1290706938158552250</id><published>2007-11-11T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:31:28.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my father.&lt;br /&gt;not little.&lt;br /&gt;HATE as in I-wish-he-was-dead HATE&lt;br /&gt;if he was dead, I would eventually get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get over the stuff he does.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my father was dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-1290706938158552250?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1290706938158552250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=1290706938158552250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/1290706938158552250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/1290706938158552250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1290706938158552250' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-8913556079447589997</id><published>2007-10-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:02:54.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I better update before I become non-existent eh. Hmm, there is nothing much to say actually.&lt;br /&gt;For those who actually have time to spend and read my blog, in case you din realise, I have been really really busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;School. I really should change my opinions about it. I was so wrong about it. Remember, in the beginning, I was kinda dreading school and was apprehensive about making new friends.  The question lingering in my mind was whether everlasting friendships could still be formed! Boy oh boy, I found so many unique individuals in my course itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the american education system. They really encourage students to actively participate during class discussions and we readily have to be on our toes because there are tests almost every other week. We study consistently. It was difficult to get used to initially but as we progressed, I think I would rather this that the rigid system in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 interesting things happened. Firstly, my mother allows me to go clubbing officially. I mean, last time, even though she knew I was going to a club, I had to tell her that I would be staying out late for a bbq or some other crappy reason. Now; however, she is a completely changed person. She agreed immediately to me going to a club which was really surprising for me. haha. Going to uni can do wonders. Oh I forgot what the other thing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, this is totally irrelevant but I need to vent it out somemore. Bloody hell, nelly is snoring on my sofa right now. Its 11pm and I am up miserably trying to type stuff for psych and nelly is snoring on the sofa. She is such a female dog .Eventually, I would have to carry her to my bed later on ,as she would be too lazy to climb the stairs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, as I was saying, the american education system also comes along with its disadvantages as well. Obviously, I have no social life now. My nights are spent in school with the latest being 11pm. I am out of touch with current affairs. I do not know that the television exists. My wardrobe is a pigsty n I am a fashion disaster. I did not even know the pair of jeans called skinnies existed till my friend told me yesterday. Sacrifices have to be made to get good grades I guess. Like what priyanka would say, sometimes I jus need to "LET GO", hence the clubbing escapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor D, he has to suffer together with me. I havent met him for like a month, and if when we meet its for small talk. There are no more long walks, window shopping and gossiping. I'm sorry. I hope and know that you will understand. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I remembered what the other thing was. Apparently, mumsie dearest wants me to takw my masters before I start working. I am not sure whether I have reached that level of expertise yet (I know I am only taking bachelors but its still worrying!). I wanted to work for some years and than embark on the education path again, but since mumsie wants me to take this path, mayb i will? We shall see eh. I cannot wait to spend at least a sem in the UB campus in New YOrk. Btw, its right beside the niagara falls and the highest temperature there is 21degrees celsius. I have heard so much bout it frm sowmya that us girls are really looking forward to spending a semester there. It will definitely be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have got computer science to deal with. Beepers and aliens, here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-8913556079447589997?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8913556079447589997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=8913556079447589997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8913556079447589997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8913556079447589997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8913556079447589997' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-2886344003810830587</id><published>2007-09-24T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:32:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. its really been long since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt; all i have to say is that&lt;br /&gt;my eye candy is 30 years old (or more for that fact). :(&lt;br /&gt;D, if ure reading this, please GET JEALOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha, im sitting in school n trying to cramp up ugc into my head for the past hour. I TELL U (no offence to my chinese friends) BUT CHINESE CIVILISATION SUCKS BALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo many unique individual names to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u know me, please pray that i will still be alive at the end of this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i see ya all again, take care and good-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-2886344003810830587?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2886344003810830587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=2886344003810830587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/2886344003810830587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/2886344003810830587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2886344003810830587' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-9019329734449723161</id><published>2007-08-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:44:29.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. I am feeling rather ambivalent going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;On one side, I really am dreading the orientation day. Its from 745 am till 8 pm. I mean, what do they want us to do? Go to Bt. Timah hill and do cheerleading? I seriously will die if they make us do that? Are they gonna make us do some lame ass ice breaker games? Oh my, its really going to be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate these kinda games where ure supposed to get to know each other. If u really wanted to get to know a person, wouldn't it be a mutual introduction and not something that is forced upon you?Argh, just the thought of orientation day makes me squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, let me tell my recent work experience which completely left me bewildered. I have this sweetie for a friend called Saras, she is absolutely adorable. She and I work for singtel (if u really wanna knw the details of the job, please come n look for me personally cos its a longgggggggg story). We had to work with this two guys A and B. I have not met or mingled around with these kinda fellas before. They speak more tamil den me n also use more vulgarities than me but it was not as though I had anything against them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as time passed on, A and B turned against me and poor Saras. Saras has been workin for a long long time and they started condemning the poor girl all the way. Our resident buttheads also assumed that I was studying in ITE and started condemning me by saying I was a dumbass and that I wouldnt make it big in life and I probably cant even dream of going to a uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told saras that guys like this were the ones that gave ITE a bad name. I mean I do have very NICE friends from ite (like rinesh and rajesh!!) . These guys are perfect gentlemen. I was so turned off by their behaviour . It was really completely revoulting. No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let bygones be bygones eh. Oh, I also got screened by the police for the firs time. :) I know, I feel like such a criminal now. As usual, we (the 8 of us) met up on Friday and as usual we started playing cards under the block. D was the one making unnecessary noise n to think that the game that we were playing was heart attacck !!! Somebody must hve called the police cos of all the racket we caused and the police came n took our ICs n screened us. My heart was seriously in my mouth by then. I kept on murmuring in tamil to the others tad I was scared. U cant blame me. I have never been in this kind of situation before. I have only been inside the police station to give back a lost wallet and hve received a free chocolate as a token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was that they were gonna call my parents. Bt the rest assured me that they wouldnt. That aside, I began to wonder whether every time now if I said hi to my neighbourhood policeman in the mornings, wld they be thinking that this girl was caught in SNC for making excessive noise? I thought it was going to be a black mark in my records. D is going to tell the others when he reads this and I am going to be in hot soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I am gettin sleepy. I cant wait for the chalet. My friends are all nt here :(. Jayannnnnnnnnnnnnnn come back frm englanddddd...&lt;br /&gt;Riniiiiiiiiii come back frm indooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;D come back frm wherever u went that has no nameeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for tmr!! going queensway wit D and frenzzzzzzzzzzz. okie i shouldnt say anything just in case I jinx it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya later aligators!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-9019329734449723161?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/9019329734449723161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=9019329734449723161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/9019329734449723161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/9019329734449723161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#9019329734449723161' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-1673908142163832485</id><published>2007-07-10T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:00:03.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been sooooo long since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;Hi to Azimah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I have been having a lot (seriously) and a lot of fun lately.&lt;br /&gt;Driving is pretty cool provided with the fact tad I was clutching onto the wheel too tightly the first time round, my instructor said I was improving pretty fast the second time I went there. I was supposed to for my FTT yesterday so that I can start driving outside the circuit however I am stuck relief teaching for the whole of these 2 weekss. I am not going to say anything bout the class in case I jinx it or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Aneesha's birthday on Thursday. Karthik rented a car and mind you, it wasn't just any car, it was a 8-seater car for all of us. So Dilshad, Kumaran, Aneesha, Karthik, Ashok, Rinesh and I celebrated Aneesha's birthday near Rinesh's block in Houngang n then headed dwn to Yishun to eat seafood. Boy oh Boy, people please go to blk 732 n try the seafood over there. It is absolutely fantabulous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the interesting part. Guess where we decided to go rounding? Yes, Geylang. Specifically to see special "ladies" and fishtanks. Dilshad got sooooooooo excited cos apparently that's the area he has to cycle through when he is going to the gym (ya right as if I believe that!!). Anyway, I was shocked cause I saw a lot of "ladies" whom were of different sizes, ages, and colours. I was reallly shocked. But, the fish tanks were the ones that really scared the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of u who din know, guys call these terrace houses along the lorongs fish tanks. What happens is that inside these houses are actually girls sitting behind glsss cases (fishtanks) and a customer walks in,looks around at which girl he wants and then he chooses her just by pointing or looking through the menu (yes there is a menu!). I saw it with my own eyes. U cannot imagine the shock and pity I felt for those girls. As if they were some kinda fish to be sold on the market!!! But I might never know what actually propelled these girls to indulge in this kind of activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays , I hang a lot with Aneesha and company. Maybe cos its easier for me to get along with them and they are seriously very very nice. I am really glad that D actually has got friends that can get along with me and him together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my bro went for knee surgery last friday. Something to do with his meniscus or smth. I just knoe that he has to go for physio for 6 mths and he cant play soccer. Of course, nobody said anything bout my bro listening to the advice given to him. I can bet that he is gonna start playing soccer once he recovers. I dunnoe. Its a guy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im typing a lot of random things today, it has been so long since I last posted that whatever comes to my mind, I type :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my dear cousin, Sathia ka, has gotten her driving license!!!! Hooray!!! She has been fetching me to and fro to places for the last couple of days! She also has gotten a new job at the airport!!&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait for her to start working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, 7,8,9 september I have booked a chalet for Dilshad and his friends! woohoo! I dun wanna say anything but I really hope all goes well. This is the 3rd chalet I have booked and will be going for this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is confirmed. Im starting at SIM on 27th August. I will be taking Bachelor Of Arts in Psychology awarded by the University at Buffalo, State University Of New York. I am really going to be serious about this thing because I am aiming for the scholarship. Mr M said he will help me out bt I wanna achieve something on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-1673908142163832485?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1673908142163832485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=1673908142163832485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/1673908142163832485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/1673908142163832485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1673908142163832485' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-8348259188041800915</id><published>2007-06-06T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:15:49.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>psstttt...&lt;br /&gt;i gotta tell u something!!!&lt;br /&gt;my parents are flying off to perak tmr n coming back on monday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;n guess who is not going!&lt;br /&gt;come on, its not very difficult to guess.&lt;br /&gt;yesssah.&lt;br /&gt;itss yours truly. :)&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to become night rider for the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;cya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-8348259188041800915?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8348259188041800915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=8348259188041800915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8348259188041800915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8348259188041800915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8348259188041800915' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-4407179254066758894</id><published>2007-06-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:09:12.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is not emo. its just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bestie/talkin-cock/the-only-one-who-ever-really-understands/the-hippie-wannabe/BESTEST fren ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its so irritating to see all of them getting whisked off to universities when I am goin to some place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to look at the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bestie. (i dunnoe whether she feels the same way too) But I really do miss her. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-4407179254066758894?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4407179254066758894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=4407179254066758894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/4407179254066758894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/4407179254066758894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4407179254066758894' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-865288627188058097</id><published>2007-05-26T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:52:39.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do u feel when u wake up in the morning to receive a phone call where the person on the other line is screaming his/her head off at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u feel when the whole night you have been having menstrual cramps that seemed to be the downfall of woman's very existence and you had just take a pain killer to relieve your pain and u happened to pick up the call mentioned above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when nothing seems to be going your way unless there is nobody at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when the closest to you do not understand you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when nobody seems to appreciate whatever you are doing, trying to do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you are ever so hard trying to be the model/perfect daughter for your mother but it oh so horribly goes wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you know that for sure you and your mother will never have a healthy relationship ever at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel when you feel nothing at all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-865288627188058097?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/865288627188058097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=865288627188058097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/865288627188058097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/865288627188058097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#865288627188058097' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-6974754080830542002</id><published>2007-05-16T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:35:41.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to rant. i am so stressed. I am scared of a freaking Primary 3 class. Actually I am not scared, I am very intimidated because of two boys. They are my worst nightmares which came true. One boy is actually very nice and he would listen to me if I tell him properly. However the other one does not listen as well and I see them for 1 and half hours everyday. N this will continue for the next week as well Can ya all imagine? Im so stressed that I cannot sleep at night. I do not know how to control this two boys. My co-form teacher has actually told me that the boys of these parents have actually no control over them so its not surprising that I have no control over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has asked me not to bother and D has asked me not to take this job too seriously. I know I should not be but I dunnoe how to handle the pressure these kids are actually giving me. Everyday when I come to sch, I am thinking that I do not want to see those kids' faces not because I hate them or what, just do not want to see their faces. I got no idea what to do. I have tried all ways to discipline them but these kids seem to be the worse of the lot. Maybe its the culture shock. Previously, when I was teaching at Crescent, it was heaven. I think I can relate more to secondary school students than primary school kids. I cant seem to connect to them. This is so infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I feel like slapping them but I know as a teacher, I am not supposed to cross that line. But that line is very infinite now and its hovering on its edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help!!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-6974754080830542002?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6974754080830542002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=6974754080830542002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/6974754080830542002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/6974754080830542002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6974754080830542002' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-70140656375537948</id><published>2007-05-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:15:21.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. im not going to sound emo in this post. I really will try not to be.&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been so much of fun. Seriously, I wish, my whole year was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, It was our 1st offical one year anniversary. I know, time really flies dun u think? WE went to catch a movie and just laze around. N D bought for me a diamond ring! *I had to act surprised* It is cubic zekonium or smth like that. D asked me to go n research on it on the net. !Computer geek alert! N i really hope he liked the fossil watch I bought for him. :) After meeting him, I hitched a ride with sathia ka and her guy n we just cruised along singapore. It was kinda fun cos there was this road called "THE 69 road" and there are twists and turns on eveery bend of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I met the &lt;em&gt;homie&lt;/em&gt; and Miss &lt;em&gt;klazzzzzzz focuz for lunch at swensons. &lt;/em&gt;Homie from the harlem kept on singing "ghetto." from akon's song. However, the only thing she kept on repeating for  bout a gazillion times was "ghetto!". She din get any further den that. Miss &lt;em&gt;klazzzz focus &lt;/em&gt;is working as a photographer and she goes around carring this 2000 dollar humongous looking king-kong-sized camera in her bag, so she thinks she's big just cause she can take better and clearer picures than my hp camera which I got for free. I felt so happy on Monday, cos we were just a bunch of chicks who were bitching bout work a bit rather too loudly in swensons and we would continually burst out laughing. Oh yea, I also bought a guess wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to catch Spiderman for the sake of D. In the beginning, I was weary of the fact that I had to meet all of D's friends cos I do not really know them and they all seemed very close. But believe me, they are extremely nice. I was even gossiping with them the Shilpa Shetty advertisement thing and a whole lot of crap. Oh about Spiderman, I got nothing to say. I would have fallen asleep but I do not like Spiderman, so go figure. I came back home bout 1155 and woke up at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep. I either wake up at 4 am or wake up at 6 am and after that I cant fall asleep again. I worry . I am not really sure what I am worrying about, but I just worry. Worry bout my tuition kids, worry bout the future, worry bout my dad, just plain worrying. I would end up taking a flu panadol (the drowsy one) to make me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya before i forget, Homie asked me say nice things bout her. SO here goes, homie , ure nice. nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme try to go get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-70140656375537948?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/70140656375537948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=70140656375537948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/70140656375537948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/70140656375537948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#70140656375537948' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-636226743915323872</id><published>2007-04-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:13:19.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last time i din tell anyone, so yea, this time i just wanna be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours ago, my dad has been transported back to nuh cos his brain is bleeding. That was wad was causing all his terrible headaches. The doctors and my nurse auntie think that there is a very high risk of the bleeding worsening, hence he is under observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything was gonna be okay. Sometimes I wonder what mistake I had done in my previous birth for God is punishing me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-636226743915323872?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/636226743915323872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=636226743915323872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/636226743915323872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/636226743915323872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#636226743915323872' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-9092377481570817853</id><published>2007-04-16T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:23:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not dead. IM just emotionally, physically n mentally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I did the post about my grand dad, My dad collapsed the next morning. He had a stroke. A stroke in the brain stem. A stroke which doctors could not do anything bout. A stroke which doctors said he has no chances of surviving from. Bloody hell, the doctors din even know it was a stroke till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened for the past 2 weeks was a blur. My birthday was celebrated in the hospital with 2 friends. I loved their presence bt I just wish it was done some where else. My dad had to fight it on his own n he did. He managed to breathe on his own n now his brain is supposedly responding. Ironically, 2 weeks ago, a brain surgeon told me that my dad had 50% of his brain damaged n was brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I dun even know whether the word "sensitivity" exists in doctors dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who came down. Especially, Sangita n Weiyan who took the extra effort to buy strawberry shortcaken celebrate my birtday! Appreciate it.:) n of course how can I forget? D D D.&lt;br /&gt;I been so emotionally down n being the closest person to me, I fight with him for almost everything. EVERYTHING! n my D just keeps quiet.  When I mean quiet, I am not exaggerating. He just keeps mum. He will just let me throw him about n let me use him as a scapegoat for everything. If I am angry with my students in school, I will shout at him. If I am angry with anyone.. I shout. If I am happy, I shout. I was an emotional disaster for the past 2 weeks. Seriously, I dunnoe how D stood me and by my side. Buying me food n coming over at night although he din have to. listening to my crying rambles n grunts bout how life was unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so selfish. Its always bout me me me. Im sorry D. I havent forgotten u. Its just that I am not used to this kind of situation? I mean I do not know how to react to feeding my father? Who was once so able n fit? N changin his clothes, helping him pee? Its just difficult. Bt I think, I am slowly adapting. Its just like how my bro first went into prison school. I refused to go n see him where he was. He kept on pleading with my mum to make me go n see him bt I just did not want. I coudnt bring myself to go thru that kind of thing u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives were the best during this time. They made me forget momentarily the pain and sorrow and anguish my family was going thru. The chalet was excellent. I mean it always is when its around my family. D, i love your relatives. They are a good bunch of people who mean well. N i really respect them for bringing you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure who I am or what I am gonna be anymore. Everythings a blur so please understand if I dun reply your tags or whatsoever. Sometimes, I just stare at the tags, I am reading it, bt nothing is going in. Its like I am standing outside of my body and watching someone else go through it but slowly I realise I am the stranger n I try to fight it. The more I fight, the more horrid it gets. It is a very unpleasant feeling n I cant stop feeling that way. I want my father to get out of that hospital bed n just come back home n just buy for me chocolates like he always does. His speech is slurred. I hate it. Hate the way he is lying dwn dere. Hate the way somebody has to help him to pee. Just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound like a deranged psycho? But hey, who knows, Maybe I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-9092377481570817853?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/9092377481570817853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=9092377481570817853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/9092377481570817853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/9092377481570817853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9092377481570817853' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-5041083151398185968</id><published>2007-04-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:35:03.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last thurs, as i was going back hm from tuition, i saw a couple with their kid and an elderly man alight from the bus. The kid was faking to be asleep so that his mum could n would carry him on her shoulders. However, to his dismay, the mum found out that the kid was faking it and let him on the floor and asked him to walk the way bak home all by himself. The grandfather stood there grinning at his grandson and kept on winking at him. After the boy's parents started walkin ni front of them for about a metre or so, the grandsfather started carrying the boy n walking back hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene touched my heart. I started to cry like a fool at the bus stop while listening to Timbaland's "Give it to me". People prolly thought i was crazy bt who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got reminded of the times when I used to run to my grandfathers' room for comfort in the clementi house when my parents were having a fight or there was some problem with my bro or whatever. My grandfather would be sleeping by then. I would just slightly tap his shoulder and he would just automatically shift so that I could sleep beside him. He would hug me to keep me warm and tell me stories although it was barely audible as he was not wearing his dentures when he went to bed. But the point was, he cared for me and he loved me more than anyone evr could. I remember the times when I used to go crazy bout my indoan classical dance and take my mum's scarves and pretend that they were sarees and start dancing to some random song that was going on the radio and believe it or not, my grandfather would start dancing with me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that there was not one single day where I did not drink yakult cos my grandfather never failed to buy it for me. And later on, he started buying for me delicacies from Little India so that I could eat them every day. I remember being healthy cos he always cut an apple for me and put it beside his bed so that at nite before I went to bed, I would pop into his room and grab the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I remember the day, June 15th 2003, coming back hm from school, seeing everything draped in white, looking at my grandfathers room, noticing he was not there, wondering that maybe he wa sin the kitchen, n just calling out aloud "tatha where are u?", joe uncle walkin up to me with my dad, bringin me outside my hse, telllin me with his voice breaking that i had to be strong and crap, and me thinking that oh no my bro had prolly got into bigger trouble and stuff, bt he ended up saying my grandfather passed away at ten that morning n me jusy breaking down and sobbing, huggin my mother, (i hve never hugged my mother for anything before) and mostly just wishing to god, how i could have had one lastchance to tell him that i loved him and thank him for everything that he has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N mind you, Im still wishing.&lt;br /&gt;Im wishing he would appear in my dreams cos indians have this notion that if a dead person appears in yr dreams, he is trying to tell u something. I keep on wondering, maybe i would be able to ask forgiveness frm my grandfather for the time when i went to obs and i din let him know,n he missed me so much that he cried when i got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel responsiblefor his death. Im wishing i can celebrate my 19th birthday with him. But who am i kidding, wishes are just wishes, most of them never come true anyway. All i can do now is envy all those who still have their grandparents and treat my mothers parents better bt it just doesnt feel the same u know? my grandfather and I used to watch wrestling together and he took care of me like no one else is doin rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my grandfather back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-5041083151398185968?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5041083151398185968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=5041083151398185968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/5041083151398185968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/5041083151398185968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5041083151398185968' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-6419524834699463986</id><published>2007-03-24T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:13:11.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick. Have been sick for the past 3 days. Amazingly, I found out that i can type faster when I am sick n almost 99.9999999% accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been happening the last few weeks. I went to my mothers' school to relief teach and boy are they something!!!!!! N i used to think I was quite "havoc" when I was in my primary school provided the fact that my school was a neighbourhood school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda drowsy prolly cos im high on drugs (no pun intended). Filled my uni applications and now all I have to do is keep my fingers crossed n pray i guess. Right, in a week, its my birthday (HINT* HINT*). But its not my birthday I am looking forward to. We are havin a CHALET frm 5th to the 8th April. Its a family chalet and obviously its gonna be lots of fun. The last time we had a family chalet was like 2 years ago. I can only remember that we had loads n loads of fun. I hope everything goes fine now as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna sleep now. Oh ya, i cant wait to go Wild wild Wet next week. Getting the tix at a discount.!!! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-6419524834699463986?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6419524834699463986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=6419524834699463986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/6419524834699463986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/6419524834699463986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6419524834699463986' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-8847665674825294964</id><published>2007-03-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:40:07.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RfbHGRplQJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/geP3AXGK27I/s1600-h/HPIM2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041435743518802066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RfbHGRplQJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/geP3AXGK27I/s320/HPIM2894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was D's birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 19th!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is also offically one year of us meeting together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 12 months (noth 13!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today D also found out he is going to nanyang poly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn happy for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, me and Dude went down to clarke quay to scout for restaurants to bring D to. Dude was damn nice and he recommended me Brewerkz. I do have to tell you, the place is really really good and full of caucasians!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RfbIPhplQKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1Ue5XTZ2WXg/s1600-h/HPIM2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041437001944219810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RfbIPhplQKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1Ue5XTZ2WXg/s320/HPIM2891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D with his birthday cake. the photo is a bit blur. Oh, the cake was complimentary(how cool was that) n the waiter said "It was on the house!".&lt;br /&gt;We also saw the all famous restaurant "the clinic". True enough, they really had dining tables the size of hospital beds and syringes and tubes hanging all over the place. What an eye-opener!&lt;br /&gt;However, even though the food in Berwerkz was a lil bit expensive, it was seriously worth it. I really think D deserves it more then anyone. He was feeling sick and lethargic, it broke my heart to see him sneeze bt hey! dun worry, its gonna be alright!!&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to put up any more pics cos the spaces between the lines will get tripled and I do not have the energy to type it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I have to talk about the birthday boy right. The birthday boy will prolly be sleeping when I am typing this. I just wanted to say, I appreciate everything YOU have done for me, all the encouragements that you gave me whenever I was down, coming to my neighbourhood to surprise me when we had a quarrel (me being the egoistical one and not calling him back!), all the quarrels we had n YOU always always called me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU are a really special person.&lt;br /&gt;YOU may not realise it&lt;br /&gt;God bless YOU&lt;br /&gt;cos seriously I would be lost without YOU. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-8847665674825294964?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847665674825294964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=8847665674825294964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8847665674825294964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8847665674825294964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8847665674825294964' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RfbHGRplQJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/geP3AXGK27I/s72-c/HPIM2894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-3033537781173231193</id><published>2007-02-28T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:45:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. let me summarise how i have been feeling about receiving my results on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have been constantly having dreams about me failing to the extent that i dreamt that for my GP paper, i din even get a mark, i got a QUESTION MARK. how freaky is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I been having anxiety attacks where i will just freak out n start sweating profusely cos i barely just made it through my prelims and i keep on wondering whether i can it make it through the big A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. mummy dearest is cool n calm n collected, she's gonna be freaking out on friday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IM WORKING on friday .... so i have to rush back straight aft receiving the results. I did that so tad if my results turn out bad, i can still go to work to keep it off my bad resultsn also to please my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Even now, im freakin out. Its like impeding doom. If i do not have something to occupy my thoughts, A level takes over. Its like Venom in Spiderman 3, my alter ego or whatever. I think Nelly also realises it, everytime she sees me, she jumps onto my lap n continually licks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i got a dog. Her name is Nelly. She s the most adorable thing i have ever seen. See, the thoughts of a level have occupied me so much that i even forgot to mention about Nelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna kill myself before i get the A level results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-3033537781173231193?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3033537781173231193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=3033537781173231193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/3033537781173231193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/3033537781173231193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3033537781173231193' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-8047859126623494356</id><published>2007-02-28T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:44:30.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. let me summarise how i have been feeling about receiving my results on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have been constantly having dreams about me failing to the extent that i dreamt that for my GP paper, i din even get a mark, i got a QUESTION MARK. how freaky is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I been having anxiety attacks where i will just freak out n start sweating profusely cos i barely just made it through my prelims and i keep on wondering whether i can it make it through the big A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. mummy dearest is cool n calm n collected, she's gonna be freaking out on friday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IM WORKING on friday .... so i have to rush back straight aft receiving the results. I did that so tad if my results turn out bad, i can still go to work to keep it off my bad resultsn also to please my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Even now, im freakin out. Its like impeding doom. If i do not have something to occupy my thoughts, A level takes over. Its like Venom in Spiderman 3, my alter ego or whatever. I think Nelly also realises it, everytime she sees me, she jumps onto my lap n continually licks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i got a dog. Her name is Nelly. She s the most adorable thing i have ever seen. See, the thoughts of a level have occupied me so much that i even forgot to mention about Nelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna kill myself before i get the A level results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-8047859126623494356?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8047859126623494356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=8047859126623494356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8047859126623494356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8047859126623494356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8047859126623494356' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-638335717178549104</id><published>2007-02-27T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:41:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really not a big fan of indian dance groups, but i ABSOLUTELY loved the way the following groups managed to dance with such creativity and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AcidHouz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgA66Iz8c0A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgA66Iz8c0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/93bPzApP3pM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/93bPzApP3pM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following group wasnt as good as AcidHouz bt hey, they were the only all-female group (GURRLL POWER) n besides my mum kept on asking me to vote for them N my cousins' girlfriend in in that group.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EplPo478R68"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EplPo478R68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-638335717178549104?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/638335717178549104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=638335717178549104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/638335717178549104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/638335717178549104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#638335717178549104' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-8357586854406674903</id><published>2007-02-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:29:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smetimes u r so bloody insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n you, i dunnoe i feel we r growing apart. I hear stuff frm people n u noe me, i dun judge a book by its cover, bt everytime it takes 2 hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here however, one hand claps on its own all the time yearning for the other hand to join it n its still clapping n clapping n clapping waiting for the other hand to join it. Bt wad de hell man, time n time again i have fallen n picked up myself frm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess this time is no different eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-8357586854406674903?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8357586854406674903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=8357586854406674903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8357586854406674903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8357586854406674903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8357586854406674903' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-8421007120559272958</id><published>2007-02-21T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:40:11.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwCBS2W1tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W7-ECQip4b4/s1600-h/HPIM2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033900704756324050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwCBS2W1tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W7-ECQip4b4/s320/HPIM2819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBcC2W1sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ta0lkl2-4-Y/s1600-h/HPIM2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033900064806196930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBcC2W1sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ta0lkl2-4-Y/s320/HPIM2813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBXS2W1rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jubE4tcEMLk/s1600-h/HPIM2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033899983201818290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBXS2W1rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jubE4tcEMLk/s320/HPIM2812.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/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBRy2W1qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z8SwZjuw7RI/s1600-h/HPIM2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033899888712537762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBRy2W1qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z8SwZjuw7RI/s320/HPIM2811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBIy2W1pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZuL7L4KJ1F0/s1600-h/HPIM2802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033899734093715090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwBIy2W1pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZuL7L4KJ1F0/s320/HPIM2802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv8Mi2W1oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gn4vzH-Tfv8/s1600-h/396576269_6cc2280921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033894300960085634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv8Mi2W1oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gn4vzH-Tfv8/s320/396576269_6cc2280921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sch. koed sum pics frm weiyan's blog. thanksbabe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv8CS2W1nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHdDVr0PV6g/s1600-h/396587350_cc04461beb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033894124866426482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv8CS2W1nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHdDVr0PV6g/s320/396587350_cc04461beb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv7oC2W1mI/AAAAAAAAACs/RvAma7XPKKI/s1600-h/396587019_5bcfaa02db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033893673894860386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv7oC2W1mI/AAAAAAAAACs/RvAma7XPKKI/s320/396587019_5bcfaa02db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes pls try to look beyond my very big butt . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv7Sy2W1lI/AAAAAAAAACk/kYGu5-IMO5g/s1600-h/396586544_e2e148936e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033893308822640210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv7Sy2W1lI/AAAAAAAAACk/kYGu5-IMO5g/s320/396586544_e2e148936e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv64S2W1jI/AAAAAAAAACU/aXeHh9bUtOE/s1600-h/396579046_273322c00c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033892853556106802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv64S2W1jI/AAAAAAAAACU/aXeHh9bUtOE/s320/396579046_273322c00c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6vC2W1iI/AAAAAAAAACM/q-3N1siJukE/s1600-h/396578114_eb4c472ed6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033892694642316834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6vC2W1iI/AAAAAAAAACM/q-3N1siJukE/s320/396578114_eb4c472ed6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;multi shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6my2W1hI/AAAAAAAAACE/CA7FjO1zRVI/s1600-h/396572383_20fcd58447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033892552908396050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6my2W1hI/AAAAAAAAACE/CA7FjO1zRVI/s320/396572383_20fcd58447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6dS2W1gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TJ4Hq9NpSZ0/s1600-h/HPIM2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033892389699638786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6dS2W1gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TJ4Hq9NpSZ0/s320/HPIM2803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6QS2W1fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MlF4lK0cATc/s1600-h/HPIM2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033892166361339378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/Rdv6QS2W1fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MlF4lK0cATc/s320/HPIM2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-8421007120559272958?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8421007120559272958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=8421007120559272958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8421007120559272958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/8421007120559272958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8421007120559272958' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2hZ6mJn2sA/RdwCBS2W1tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W7-ECQip4b4/s72-c/HPIM2819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-117137603027913732</id><published>2007-02-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:13:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger is seriously nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Its about as crazy as ..... i dunnoe.... just plain crazy. CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty much SUPPOSED to be a day for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, the "one"  joined in n made it loads more of fun fun fun which i vowed not to have till my A level results are back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I decided to pamper myself aft a long while and go for a manicure. Both yvonne n da bomb were busy hence i was left to spend the day all by myself considering the fact that this was like my only off day aft about 3 weeks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Manicure done and with nails glistening, i contemplated on whether i should get my eyebrows done. Since I started working, every single thing i had to buy for my own need has become such a heartache cos im sure u all agree with me that u do not want to see yr hard work go on unnecessary stuff like eyebrow trimming n everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So i decided to spend the money on the girls instead. The next hour, me n D spent almost an hour (im exaggerating here!) searching for the right kinda chocs that the girls would prefer. This of course included arguments n tiffs n bla bla... u get the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I spent close to a bout 150 bucks today. All gone in a day. Just K-I-L-L M-E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;like wad D said, im regretting now that i bought 2 pairs of shoes n ear rings for myself. argh. On top of all this, some indian woman mistook me n D for a married couple and started saying that we were gonna have a very joyous March n a punjabi fella came up to me n started saying " &lt;em&gt;You aru a beri lucky laa--dy", &lt;/em&gt;i din stay to hear the rest AND a old grandpa called ME ----i repeat-----ME----just to add extra emphasis-----ME---- "AUNTIE!!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As if one shot to the heart wasn't fatal enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bleah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&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/12256619-117137603027913732?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/117137603027913732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=117137603027913732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117137603027913732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117137603027913732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117137603027913732' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-117084904233963012</id><published>2007-02-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:50:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie.&lt;br /&gt;firstly  just would like to thank my sec 2's for making my teaching journey so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;my sec 1's , i adore you all the same, so no worries. :)&lt;br /&gt;N haishma, pearline ... n gang...(centre), thank you so so so so so much for the teddy bear you all presented to me. It really touched my heart together with whatever my other sec 2 's did as well, the cheers were old school crescent style which i absolutely miss.&lt;br /&gt;thurka, thanks for the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right n here's something i wanna tell you guys (if u r reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM NOT LEAVIN YET!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i only got the news at about 3 and i feel so totally bad for giving you like the false pretences. So i guess you guys are just stuck with me for one more week!! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im so shagged, cya guys n students tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS. I totally love my tamil students!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n girls, feel free to tag, do not BE SCARED. nobody is gonna do anything to you. Be brave. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-117084904233963012?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/117084904233963012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=117084904233963012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117084904233963012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117084904233963012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117084904233963012' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-117052144349008782</id><published>2007-02-04T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:50:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/39199/IMAG00471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/551301/IMAG00471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav buddy!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/238603/IMAG00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/29062/IMAG00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo rockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/456892/IMAG00411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/759106/IMAG00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tads elijah!!! we were there to supprt him!!!1 he was &lt;a href="mailto:!@$#$"&gt;!@$#$&lt;/a&gt; good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/594521/IMAG00381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/791249/IMAG00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phunk bar n rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/374914/IMAG00351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/329828/IMAG00351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/847736/IMAG003221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/680044/IMAG003221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.sang.me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/261578/IMAG00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/53431/IMAG00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we r NOT drunk or high or whatsoever. We just look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/525011/IMAG00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/10399/IMAG00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss her. she's the only one i trust yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/3878/IMAG00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/553056/IMAG00261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/598853/IMAG0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/929522/IMAG0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/952133/IMAG0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/15165/IMAG0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phunk bar wads good. the drinks were bloody cheap. n j got high. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;u all should have seen him.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;shall not reveal it here.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;bt it was a good experience although heavy metal wasnt out type of music.&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-117052144349008782?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/117052144349008782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=117052144349008782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117052144349008782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117052144349008782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117052144349008782' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-117008021581386759</id><published>2007-01-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:16:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/1197/HPIM27402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/9559/HPIM27402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/126007/HPIM27421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/827403/HPIM27421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still had nothin to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/903349/HPIM27381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/350526/HPIM27381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we r F-A-M-I-L-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/475612/HPIM27361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/269561/HPIM27361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/893489/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/937076/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i had nothin to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/252998/HPIM27002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/40027/HPIM27002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/50560/HPIM27081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/956202/HPIM27081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i really got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/361680/HPIM26981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/334616/HPIM26981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n indo's new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/955443/HPIM26971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/762362/HPIM26971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zara caught in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/798986/HPIM27061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/705266/HPIM27061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mystical figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/398330/HPIM27051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/266307/HPIM27051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n mrs raffles. N i gt a big butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE DA BOMB THINKS MY &lt;strong&gt;HEAVY&lt;/strong&gt; PICTURE POST ISNT HEAVY ENOUGH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TRYING TO IMPRESS HER WITH MUCH DIFFICULTY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-117008021581386759?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/117008021581386759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=117008021581386759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117008021581386759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/117008021581386759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117008021581386759' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116982090360512782</id><published>2007-01-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:15:03.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i was talking to my sec 2 ' s about jc, boys, my mother...bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird being a tamil teacher, a thing i vowed never to become but u noe, in a way it opens up many other possibilities. I love my sec 1's, i mean i can relate to them , maybe cos i was in crescent and i actually went through what they went through. But they are really adorable. They are so funny, the actions and the way they speak n go "teacher teacher" for everything. The innocence is evident in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say about my Sec 2's ?!?! Hmm.... they are just themselves. They remind me a lot of myself when i was their age, of how i wanted to conquer everything and the feeling that " I'm not sec 1 anymore! Im kinda like a 'senior' now." But I adore them just as much. My crescent gals, well i scolded them in a weird sorta way, bt i see all of them as my cousins. All of them remind me of rupini (sec 2 ) as well n i Hope that they din get hurt or anything .&lt;br /&gt;I really hoped i managed to connect with them just like how i connected with the sec 1 's. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centre students are damn funny. They were cracking jokes aft jokes today. I mean we do get work done n at the same time we were having fun. One of the guys made me laugh so much, that i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, I am really gonna miss all of these guys..... argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116982090360512782?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116982090360512782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116982090360512782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116982090360512782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116982090360512782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116982090360512782' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116946372850310309</id><published>2007-01-22T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:02:08.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teachin is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2's are damn wild.&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out bout my A level results.&lt;br /&gt;N to top it all off im a gold lion now thanks to my mother..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116946372850310309?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116946372850310309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116946372850310309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116946372850310309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116946372850310309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116946372850310309' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116895214540699855</id><published>2007-01-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:55:45.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a heavy picture post. Please bear with me . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet chalet chalet was absolutely wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had our small group of friends whom i absolutely enjoyed my days with. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/27032/HPIM2657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/222875/HPIM2657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken on the bus on our way to the chalet. This couple here was smooching like there ws no tomorrow right in front of like everyone. Damn farni lah. I mean like, go book a room or something. According to D, guys cannot control their "urges". Ya right. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/248345/HPIM26561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/488433/HPIM26561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n D..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/396548/HPIM2665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/236693/HPIM2665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our first night, we played this board game called careers which kx brought. It was not bad. Following this are a group of unglam pictures for your viewing pleasure. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/969807/HPIM2664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/165193/HPIM2664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha sorry babe, all in the game yea.. :D she looks like a mad ah lian ... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/893164/HPIM2667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/473747/HPIM2667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/795712/HPIM2666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/887671/HPIM2666.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the funny part. while me n kx were laidback and din really care bout who won n everything, Karthik n D were the total opposite. They were plannin strategy afta strategy .. trying to get as much money as possible. hahaha, most of the time we were jus laughing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/627979/HPIM2669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/573175/HPIM2669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, it was just a board game dudes!!!!! look at the concentration on their faces. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/532599/HPIM2686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/716924/HPIM2686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this de second day at subway before we went cycling and got caught in a heavy downpour. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/484903/HPIM26931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/826636/HPIM26931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mountain bikers yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/309947/HPIM26951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/794788/HPIM26951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic. see the way we are all in ascending order.!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/559737/HPIM26961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/10254/HPIM26961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/748992/HPIM27021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/436607/HPIM27021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually climbed a freakin tree.prlly monkeys in our previous births. im totallie shagged. more pics later on .. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116895214540699855?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116895214540699855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116895214540699855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116895214540699855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116895214540699855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116895214540699855' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116849165360108036</id><published>2007-01-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:00:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at work n im bored. not bored. just lethargic. work is not difficult, actually its fun, bt i actually feel bad for using Mrs Gek's token in the wrong manner, but she gave me the wrong password, i apologised to her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has started revolving ard tuition, im metally n physically drained of all knowledge. my mum thinks i shld at least stop one tuition kid, bt come on.. who in the blue moon is gonna pay for my driving license which i have been whining about constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, im gettin bored of blogging, cya later losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i cant wait fer the chalet. :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116849165360108036?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116849165360108036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116849165360108036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116849165360108036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116849165360108036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116849165360108036' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116790819339878724</id><published>2007-01-04T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:56:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is mumsie's birthday, we surprised her by cutting the cake at midnight yesterday.  i dunnoe whether she was surprised or shocked more. It was actually the first time we were doing such a thing. I planned it n de whole family was present. Wah, not bad, hopefully this continues throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally borrow books thanks to my dear D.&lt;br /&gt;D is handsome.&lt;br /&gt;D is cute in his new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;D looked like an indian gangsta, " Hey u staring at my girl ah".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear boy, I enjoy yr company very much n dun u think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever dude.&lt;br /&gt;n i have gt competition, :D, the computer !!!!!!!!!! okay okay, just kidding.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hopefully gettin two more kids for tuition (fingers crossed), which makes it a total of 4. show me the money hunneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i would never have to climb the bridge across from Sajc to take 985 bt fate has it for me otherwise. I have to teach 4 year old boys to aim when they pee and pretend that everything the kids say is funny even when it is so not. Bt hey, experience is good, the teachers are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school. I miss sitting in the cafe with sangita n the minahs n just making fun, watching out for eye candies and gettin excited and then pretend they dun even exist when we walk past, PE(i need to run desperately), classroom, uniform.OMG what is happeneing to me?!?!?! I should be relishing the fact that im not a student anymore...at least for the time-being. Bt seeing those saints, on the school bus goin to sch makes me wish i cld relive that last year of my life again, cos thats when i made enemies n also found out some great people really do care bout me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im content with my life now. I like my small circle of friends whom i can rely on for everything. I like not love my family much more now. I like my cousins as well. I absolutely adore my bf......he's the other reason im contented. Im at peace with myself n more importantly with my mother..i pray to god all this remains as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gettin my salary tmr.. cha cha cha cha cha cha. n sangita, dun worrie bout anything, im praying for u, everything will work out fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116790819339878724?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116790819339878724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116790819339878724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116790819339878724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116790819339878724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116790819339878724' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116748720523318187</id><published>2006-12-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:00:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/778071/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/930588/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TODAY WAS COUSINS DAY OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT WAS *&amp;^$&amp;amp;#*(@)$ FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BOWLING, GOSSIPING, RELATIONSHIPS, GUYS, DINNER, NONSENSE, HORRIBLE EMBARRASSMENTS ......................LOVE MY COUSINS!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH ALSO REALISED LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING COS I MISJUDGED ONE OF MY COUSINS WRONGLY. I ABSOLUTELY LURVEEEEEEEEEEEEE ALL OF DEM!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOHOO.. IM STILL HIGH FRM ALL THE ACTION EARLIER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR SUCKAS!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116748720523318187?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116748720523318187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116748720523318187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116748720523318187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116748720523318187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116748720523318187' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116680596837598862</id><published>2006-12-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:46:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/822918/HPIM2491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/111489/HPIM2491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day upon arrival at svarnabhumi airport. 6 ppl are missing. i love my family. we must really go on more trips!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/951582/HPIM2514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/729273/HPIM2514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to this place called the giant house and there were giant chairs.. giant brushes... bla bla. this is the giant rocking chair. it took me bloody 20 mins to get onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/514562/HPIM2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/422640/HPIM2542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/238402/HPIM2565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/594844/HPIM2565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah this is absolute porno la. look at how de monkey is seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/120370/HPIM2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/541915/HPIM2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/352419/HPIM2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/143737/HPIM2567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is actually two tiger cubs being nurtured in the car of the pig. i was in awe when i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/490126/HPIM2568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/640002/HPIM2568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, this is really amazing. we went to this zoo and the white thing dere is actually a pig drinkin frm a tiger. when animals live in harmony, its ridiculous how some countries fight over some minute things and we r supposed to be superior to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/100273/HPIM2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/350161/HPIM2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/578731/HPIM2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/551965/HPIM2579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls note : not all my family memebers are here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/718899/HPIM2487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/15308/HPIM2487.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us in de aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/982357/HPIM2481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/940155/HPIM2481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's back, back again.. i suggest if u all need to relax your mind or whatsoever, just take a trip with your family, not just your immediate family members bt your extended family as well. it left me refreshed and enriched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116680596837598862?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116680596837598862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116680596837598862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116680596837598862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116680596837598862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116680596837598862' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116580461817588736</id><published>2006-12-11T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:36:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/640/275498/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/498208/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  yesterdae was about sentosa. about the sun, sea, sand and the boyfriend. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/12256619-116580461817588736?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116580461817588736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116580461817588736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116580461817588736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116580461817588736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116580461817588736' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116541051719188051</id><published>2006-12-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:08:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class dinner was absolutely superb.&lt;br /&gt;restaurant one-ninety was awfully good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KUDOS TO FLUBBER!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was just super fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will do a more elaborate entry when i get the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Wong's bar was good as well.&lt;br /&gt;Tequila shots were shocking.&lt;br /&gt;Bourbon coke was just coke.&lt;br /&gt;The waiter was cute.&lt;br /&gt;Sangita was high.&lt;br /&gt;Rini and Kx looked funny under the luminous light.&lt;br /&gt;I was just soaking in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Momo here we come!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116541051719188051?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116541051719188051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116541051719188051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116541051719188051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116541051719188051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116541051719188051' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116524035861632579</id><published>2006-12-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:52:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear minahs of my dear A21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please keep yourselves free on the 14th - 16th of Jan 2007. I alredy booked the chalet. The days are sunday, monday, tuesday, so even if ure working.. please take an off day for monday like wad i would b doing. or... u guys can still go to work on monday n join us back on monday nite fer one more nite of partying before tuesdae wen we all will part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO PLEASE KEEP YOURSELVES FREE COS I ALREDY BOOKED IT N WLD LOVE ALL OF YA ALL TO COME YEA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS BABES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116524035861632579?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116524035861632579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116524035861632579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116524035861632579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116524035861632579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116524035861632579' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116512990727136209</id><published>2006-12-03T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:11:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right... work is rather interesting. Bt hey, im not complaining, i tink de atmosphere is really good and de pay is even better. Made a couple of frens, they seem cool and even the aunties, especially Maya auntie is really a kind soul. she gives me biscuits every time and asks me to eat dem and treats me like one of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched dhoom 2 on fridae n OMG .. i tink bipasha is freaking hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean hirthik roshan looked like an aligator in some parts.. bt BIPASHA was really hot. i found her hotter den aishwarya rai n im sure D also agrees with me on this. btw, it was D's treat and thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A21-ers PLEASE GO TO ALEZ's blog n vote fer who u tink is the AH LIANZZZZ of the year.. its really a close battle between ebola eeee--vonne and Coling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i actually thot telemarketing was super easy bt den sitting dwn dere and tryin to persuade singaporeans on trying a new product is really really difficult.bt oh wells, im nt complaining... de pay is gd so ask me to sing on de phone, i will do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn tired todae, mayb cos i havent slept in fer de past 4 daes? im lazy as well. not bothering to do any housework cos i just dun feel like it and i tink my mum is prolly gonna screw me fer tad bt who cares..i feel like going to sentosa. sudden urge to go dere and just jump into de ocean and just lie dwn dere soakin in de sun. I cant wait to go bangkok!! in case you wonder y, de beach dwn dere has crystal-clear water compared to de polluted waters over here. Bt den, de bad part is tad dere are transparent jellyfish floating near de shore n u have to really careful. Im gonna braid my hair again!!!its like an obsessesion, gettin my hair braided everytime i go overseas. n im gonna do parasailing and obviously bungee-jumping again!!!. i was hoping to do jet sking as well bt den de last time i did it, my head kepy on hittin de fella who was guiding me. so if i do it again, i wld prefer to ride it alone rather den to have someone behind me. Bt truthfully, sme thai guys are really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, im watching Veer Zaara now, its really really sad. okie dudes and dudettes, cya de next time im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116512990727136209?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116512990727136209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116512990727136209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116512990727136209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116512990727136209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116512990727136209' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116463989399567651</id><published>2006-11-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:04:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today 2 beauties went to &lt;em&gt;Berri's &lt;/em&gt;and enjoyed looking at kids afterwhich we went to interact with voices in Toa Payoh. One of these places will respond to our mating calls and hopefully we can make Singapore a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an EMO-POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU. STOP IRRITATING ME AND JUMPING DOWN MY THROAT RIGHT WHEN I STEP INTO THE HOUSE. UR INDESPICABLE. STOP SAYING IM SELFISH WHEN U DEFINE THAT WORD. STOP ASKING ME TO GIVE IN EVERYTIME WHEN I NEVA GET ANYTHING BACK IN RETURN. ITS YOU WHO SHOWS FAVOURITISM. U DUNNOE HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME. iM JUST KEEPING IT ALL INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N YOU JUST GET OUT OF MY FREAKING LIFE AND MY FREAKING HOUSE. U DUN BELONG HERE. WAD DE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?! JUS F OFF TO DE STREETS OR YR OWN BLOODY HOUSE. I DUN GIVE A FLYING FOX. SERIOUSLY, DUN U HAVE ANY SHAME? LIVING OFF ON ANOTHER PERSON'S FOOD, LODGING, COMPUTER, STEALING CLOTHES, NT EVEN A MAID-LIKE EXISTENCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE YOU U FEMALE DOG, IF I COULD KILL YOU, I WOULD.... I SERIOUSLY WOULD. FOR NOW, I JUST HAVE TO RUN AWAY FROM HOME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116463989399567651?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116463989399567651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116463989399567651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116463989399567651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116463989399567651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116463989399567651' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116454547089456700</id><published>2006-11-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:51:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cousin (to me) : ka, i had a piece of hair stuck onto my contact lens and wen i pulled it out, it was sooooo long....&lt;br /&gt;Me : Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Auntie 1 : alamak, its yr pubic hair la.. wad else!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cousin :  WHAT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Auntie 2 (to me and cousin) : Simple just check, if its curly, den can be confirmed la, if its straight most prolly frm your head. gt check or not?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cousin :  WHAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 hours of gossiping with my auntie has left me corrupted and wanting more. the number has increased to 38 people for the tour and everybody is eagerly anticipating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With well-knowledged aunties like this, who needs porno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116454547089456700?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116454547089456700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116454547089456700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116454547089456700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116454547089456700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116454547089456700' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116438033236411756</id><published>2006-11-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:58:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A boyfriend told His girlfriend that he was going to go to work for a day at some wedding as a waiter thingy. The girlfriend messaged him continually throughout the 6 hours on how it was and everything. The boyfriend exclaimed that he felt very tired from all the standing and that his legs were hurting. The girlfriend felt very sad and hurt for him and hence she decided to visit him as a surprise. During the course of the visit, he took the 50 bucks he earned from his work and playfully put it inside the girlfriend's pocket. The girlfriend, however, forgot about it and ernt back home. Aft she went back home, she asked the boyfriend repeatedly whether he wants her to transfer the money. What the boyfriend says really touched her heart and still sends chills down her spine. He said " Keep it for us on friday. I want to bring you to pastamania... u keep on asking me, den i felt so bad that time because i din have any money, but now i have, I wanna bring you." The girlfriend was so so touched and thought that she was the luckiest girl in de whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think im de luckiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/1600/891278/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7164/1029/320/435365/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy feeet + non-halal pastamania and shift to burger king. I chersih every moment i spent and spend with you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116438033236411756?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116438033236411756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116438033236411756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116438033236411756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116438033236411756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116438033236411756' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116420191240587120</id><published>2006-11-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:25:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM2365-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM2365-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!!!!!!! todae was loads of fun. met my babe/partner-in-crime todae finally afta like a few zillion months. We went to clementi and dere was just SO SO much to talk about! We were talking and talking ang talking and bla bla, sangitah was jus full of cock. okie la, basically i missed her A LOT AND A LOT. Other den de fact dat we were pretending to be les partners (in reality, it might be true) and calling each other, " my love and baby", i was just so happy to be with her and i realised i missed de whole gang : suba ka (sang's sis), auntie with her gossip and chelz hence i decided to pop into their house and see how dey were all doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM2366-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM2366-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously sang, i tink u and suba ka seriously have lost a lot of weight. ALOT of weight, tads with a capital A AND W. she looks awfully good as well. not that she din look better last time, bt she looks horribly better. i notice im using the word "horribly" a lot. newaez, we played this game called "the game of life" (i noe, trying to get all round philosphical and stuff.) where everyone just keeps on earning lots and lots of money. In the end, Chelz (sang's neice) was declared the winner as she had 2.2 million dollars!! it seems she had won the game yesterdae as well! I was close with 2.1 million dollars and sangitah was de LOSER! with 1.6 million dollars. (laugh at me some more .. laugh , laugh)..kiddin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM2370-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM2370-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics taken. afterwhich, sangitah was talking to her monster and suba akka was on de phone as well and i had no one but chelz to talk to who found great amusement and happiness in showing me who used which shampoo in the household. I now noe chelz uses &lt;em&gt;Feather &lt;/em&gt;which makes her hair drop a lot and that she is nt very pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM2380-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM2380-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tad we decided to play this board game called &lt;em&gt;HOTELS &lt;/em&gt;which is slightly similar to &lt;em&gt;Manopoly &lt;/em&gt;where we buy hotels and charge other ppl trespassing it. I was new at this game, nt to give any excuse or wad, bt before u noe it i was bankrupt and i owed n still owe sang like 900 bucks and suba ka 3250 dollars or smth like tad. sang kept on laughing at me n chelz was being a darling, being the banker, she tried to help me out by telling me i cld take out money frm de bank wenever i want to. &lt;em&gt;BT I HAD A CONSCIENCE&lt;/em&gt; and firmly stood my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Personally, this is to both the sangita and sangitah "S i noe. Cause they are very much similar in different ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is to 5/2 years of friendship sangitah/sangita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the tears and happiness u have alwaes shared with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We may not have alwaes seen eye to eye on every matter, bt we alwaes pull thru and tads wad matter de most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because that shows me you care, u make a difference in my life even though we might not meet often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have our diff lives bt dere is alwaes smth common between us that will alwaes start a whole new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We share that special bond in which i can realate to u, count on u, know that you will alwaes be dere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i jus wanna say : Thank you Sangitah and Sangita for jus being who you are. Thank you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116420191240587120?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116420191240587120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116420191240587120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116420191240587120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116420191240587120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116420191240587120' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116409442080197567</id><published>2006-11-21T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:33:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/tatum%20channing-500_500_far.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer : This is a squealy and whiny entry about how-come-i-cant-get-de-hot guy...so please refrain frm reading it if ure not one of us. YES one of US.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink TATUM CHANNING is hot!!!!!!!! absolutely hot hot hot hot hot hot hot. he looks so so so so so so HOT. He's so hot. He looks a bit like John Cena (Dapinkbomb's guy), he's so hot. i cant stop thinking of him. i really cant. i keep on watching She's the Man, Coach Carter, Step up over and over again n i fast forward to all the scenes where he appears. He's so so so hot. With his shaven head n everything n de wae he dances in Step up. He's a black dude in a white man's disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right . im gonna stop whining now and go n watch Bring it On. Just see wad boredom is doin to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116409442080197567?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116409442080197567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116409442080197567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116409442080197567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116409442080197567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116409442080197567' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116402607320827401</id><published>2006-11-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:34:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/Image_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/Image_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;please tell me she's cute, at least an eeny weeny cute. tad whole cross-eyed-looking-at-the-mummy cute. I tink she's freakin adorable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People presenting to you, de latest addition the family; my sixth niece : Harini. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She sleeps most of the time and she has got the whole bubbly face going on. Im so gonna pinch her cheeks real hard wen i meet her man. she's just too cute. newaez, i will be back later yo. mum's screaming n ohmy, DABOMB/psychology maniac is really psycho..... she spent 6 hours watching tv, but oh wells, she deserves it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n jus to reasurre everyone, we r still ENEMIES FOR LIFE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116402607320827401?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116402607320827401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116402607320827401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116402607320827401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116402607320827401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116402607320827401' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116402489976319681</id><published>2006-11-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:14:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i been at this thing straight for 4 hours, frm de time dabomb/dapinkbomb called till now. i cant get the stupid name to appear on the tag thingy. im not gonna give up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIGHTERZZZZZ FOR LIFE MANZZZZZZZZ&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/12256619-116402489976319681?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116402489976319681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116402489976319681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116402489976319681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116402489976319681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116402489976319681' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116386068303049521</id><published>2006-11-18T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:38:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yessah!!!! i feel super dooper whopper good!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although my exams are not quite over yet. oh wellz.. de studying shall start tomorrow again yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to know smth!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do indian families treat a girl's coming of age so so so so so important?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember mine, i seriously thought i was dying. one minute i was in de toilet, de next minute people were coming over to my place asking wad time it happened and they were bringing loads n loads of eggs n olive oil. i just went to my cousin's ceromony. the way my grandma does it was full of elegance and she was so proud of her traditions. basically she was just too cute larhzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously man, de whole ceromony thing i can agree on... bt the egg thingy is absolutely disgusting. for those of u all who do not knoe really bout this ceremony, indian girls in my family, once they come of age, have to eat RAW egg n drink OLIVE oil and sleep on the floor on a straw mat for like 32 days. the smart aunties have modified this n made their daughters drink half-boiled egg bt my cousin todae had to drink a whole RAW egg. goodness!!! with bird flu going around, my nurse auntie was exclaiming that we shld do awae with such traditions, bt den, that will be like completely erasing culture yea? den Sathia ka asked me whether i wld do de same thing to my kid if she was a daughter.. hmm.... i seriously dunnoe man.. mayb i wld, after all, family is family and traditions are tradions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i CANT wait for my A's to be over!!!!!!!!!!!!!! things to do after my examz mre like travelling that i have decided!!!!!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;D's soo gonna kill me when he sees this!!!&lt;br /&gt;its jus a rough plan dude..jagan tension kk....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chalet fer de minahs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. 17-22 Dec (Bangkok - Pattaya) *35 people baby n its all family!!!!!!! :D*&lt;br /&gt;3. Penang or sum other malaysian place with malaysian sister frm singapore n sista frm other hood.&lt;br /&gt;4. Australia in Feb instead of england fer cousins graduation!!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;5. class dinner!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. yea yea.. driving license&lt;br /&gt;7. WORK. need moolah.&lt;br /&gt;8. go swimming with D&lt;br /&gt;9. clubbing with cousins/jayan n cheeli&lt;br /&gt;10. meet with josh n geetha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will add to de list sa i go on . i made new specs todae. gosh i missed my cousins soooooo much. love ya all. yes sangitah baby i miss u too.. wait till fridae kkz :D gtg yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116386068303049521?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116386068303049521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116386068303049521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116386068303049521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116386068303049521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116386068303049521' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116368820634398624</id><published>2006-11-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:43:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im currently full of ambivalence , i dun really noe de reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. i bought GOLD HEELS!!!!!!!!!!!! woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de psychopathic subject is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : a big shoutout to my two sistas frm other mothas!!!!!yo can u dig this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116368820634398624?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116368820634398624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116368820634398624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116368820634398624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116368820634398624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116368820634398624' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116187953761992303</id><published>2006-10-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:21:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okie im going to objective as I can be in this report. whoa, cos it was a really first-time experience for me so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, being by all means objective, means that i just recite the events as they occur right? okie i shall do that n you shall decide for yourselves what should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilshad and I went to Toa payoh cinema to catch "The Prestige". WE went to the park nearby and went home shortly after. There were this group of 6 or 7 chinese boys that were seated in front of us as we were walking along. One of the boys started cat-whistling.. I ignored it, told dilshad and just continued along. However, the whistling persisted for like 4 more times. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw D turning around and what happened next is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : U all whistling at my girl??&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 1: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;D : U all whistling at her ah?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 2: What is your problem? Dun action action ah. This one Toa Payoh ah. Dun action action ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, D just laughed and I pulled him away. We then walked through the over head bridge and then they started following us. The followed us all the way to the interchange. I went to speak to them and told them that my boy friend had mistook them n that i was terribly sorry for what happened. I did not want to cause any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 2 : Whats your problem? i racist ah. U black. u got problem? talk here for what? we talk outside okay?&lt;br /&gt;D : U think u so white ah? I black? I malay what. not indian.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Boy 2 ; Yr gf black what. she indian what.&lt;br /&gt;D : hey, she not indian. she also malay okay.&lt;br /&gt;me: excuse me which sch are u frm?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 2 (to me) : whats your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 3: u wanna talk? talk outside. come . we settle everything outside.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 2 : u feel like punching me? punch me ah. punch ah.&lt;br /&gt;D : u want me to punch you and get caught by police ah?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese boy 2 : punch ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, i pulled him away as hard as i could and we went to the bus place. one of the fellas shouted a chinese vulagarity. d jus turned behind put his fingers to his mouth n motioned them to be quiet. they continued to follow us till we were takin the bus. at some point they left and we quickly went to another bus and boarded onto it and went to d's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the objective reporting ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAD DE HELLLL!!!! u all dunnoe what i was feeling yo! i was freakin scared. firstly D's approach was wrong. bt i love him n im sooooooooooooooo proud that he did such a thing fer me!!!!!! first time ever anybody doing such a thing fer me , i mean other den my bro the other dae. it really touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, who were de boys thinking they were dealing with? they were calling themselves racists?? half of the time, i din even understand what de hell they were saying. their english w as pretty bad. only one boy outta de group of 7 guys were talking. the rest stood far far away from the so called "leader"&lt;br /&gt;i swear i wanted to call the police. but D kept on stopping me. i mean if they did this to him? dey wld probably pick on someone else rite??? i was freakin worried that they might follow him n whack him up horribly.aargh... i really wish they gget a good lesson in de end. to me they all seemed like cowards. they kept on wanting to go outside..bt D kept his foot down n only wanted to talk to them in the interchange. that was smart thinking.&lt;br /&gt;im gettin sleepy. i hope nothing happens to D or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDD, this is for 7 months of pure bliss. i love u......................... u din have to do anything to them to show me that you wld protect me. i was shocked obviously but PLEASE dun do it again. im still worried...very worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116187953761992303?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116187953761992303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116187953761992303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116187953761992303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116187953761992303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116187953761992303' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-116098508077748637</id><published>2006-10-16T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:51:20.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pervertic businessman lookin weirdo +  harrassed me = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;very angry brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love my brother. this de first time i eva said tad n prolly de last but i love him for wad he did for me todae. i mean it this time too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-116098508077748637?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/116098508077748637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=116098508077748637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116098508077748637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/116098508077748637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116098508077748637' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115901787600491637</id><published>2006-09-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:24:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie i knoe i said i wont be blogging anymore, bt i just need a revenue where i can pour my thots out somewhere.. im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna burden my friends, i mean how long can i keep callin them n complainin to them. i dun wanna be a burden or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel trapped. im like stuck against a wall n im trying to push it, im pushing it with all my might bt it just wld not bulge. no matter how much i  push, even though i know it would not bulge, i still keep on pushin it... hoping that at least one day it will move. bt even now, tad hope is fadin awae, each second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dunnoe how much u mean to me. u gave me life, gave me clothes, gave me an education and a whole life full of happiness. u dunnow how much it hurts me to see u selling yourself short and being a slave to others. u may be gainin your son back bt u fail to realise.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ure a losing a daughter.&lt;/em&gt;&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/12256619-115901787600491637?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115901787600491637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115901787600491637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115901787600491637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115901787600491637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115901787600491637' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115866919753772177</id><published>2006-09-19T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:33:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rite.. i think this will offcially be the ast time i blgo before i take a long break to a levels. i noe, i cant believe it either. its like 46 days awae n look at me, im barely studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hooked onto something. i mean other den D, its this computer game thingy. u noe u go to an arcade n they have all those games n all de guys are alwaes like thumping on the boards n stuff? well, thanks to D, i managed to get it on my computer n now im hooked to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marvel heroes vs capcom&lt;/span&gt; (street fighter like game). i cant get pass de blloody stage 5. its all D's fault. he dwloaded it fer me. okie okie. well it was ma fault to get hooked onto it as well. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere are a whole lotta other games i can dwload which i will eventually. its basically all those games frm de arcade. its really cool. we tried gettin daytona bt it din work. im still lookin fer a car game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving onto other matters, saturdae's baby naming ceromony was cool as usual. everybody was happy. de baby was jus freakin adorable n everybody kept on scoldin my mum cos supposedly she wasnt feedin me enuff. ya rite. im alredy bloated like an elephant aft eating so much over this weekend!!! well, i just cant wait to get my license. seriously, i want to get my own place as well. i just need some space of ma own. i cant stand ma mum's nagging voice especially, no matter how much it may be fer ma own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a major makeover of ma rm. those of ya all whu have been to ma hse, wen u all revisit on deepavalli, u wld have noticed that de bed is now on de other side of de wall n de cupboard is on de other side n de study table is on de other side. eh.. just come over n see okay. basically dere is now more space in de centre fer me to dance wenever i feel bored or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepavalli just around de corner, fasting month is 4 days awae.. go D!!! u can do it. im gonna fast wit u, no matter wad u say. i cant go to sch n eat thinkin tad someone who is close to me is nt eatin. anywae, other den this, i think i wanna get one those tops where u wear a belt at the waist instead of de hip!!! i find those kinda stuff damn cool. n since ma hip is like size 456677744, i tink my waist wld seem comparatively smaller, hence de decision.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; so anybody whu knoes where to get those kinda tops pls tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n drama mama n rini!!! i owe u all a shoppin spree date.. soon okie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, its back to muggers paradise. n i have a studyin escapade wit j tmr. gosh. its been mths since i met him n cheeli. im digressing here. cya suckerssssssssss... :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to someone who knoes wad this is for : im sorry if i disappointed you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                    im sorry if i neva told u how much u mean to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                    im sorry if i seem touchy n over sensitive at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                    im sorry fer letting you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115866919753772177?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115866919753772177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115866919753772177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115866919753772177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115866919753772177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115866919753772177' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115833596084711913</id><published>2006-09-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:54:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again ma fab picccccccccc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i wish we cld remain like this forever.... n ever n ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unglam to de max ah.. he gives a "i dun like you so step bak and mind your business " look while i give her "hey look, im a puffer fish" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is afta de movie. i was so drunk n tired by dat time. drunk as in not drunk on alcohol but just.. drunk on havin too much knowledge inside my brain. dun ask me wad i just said. even i dunnoe.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was sooooooooooooooooooooooo good. firstly went to toa payoh with ma ladies n ate at swensons till my tummy was gonna burst. de black pepper seafood pasta was really yummlicious. aft which i headed back hm n de other gals all went to watch singapore dreamin i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met wonderful hot D n went to catch a tamil movie at yishun. waaaaahhh again it was double whammy. din knoe whether to stare at D in his long sleeve shirt or stare at Surya whu took his shirt off at every possible chance he got in de movie. de movie was not bad eh .. had a lot of twists n turns. i kept on guessing the story trying to figure out whether anyone dies bt to my dismay nobody died. well. it was still okay. at this point i wld like to stress that D, even though he had alredy watched de movie, came to watch it with me AGAIN jus cos i told him i felt like watchin a tamil movie. indeed im de luckiest girl in de world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae i thot everything was goin smoothly, my dae came to a ruin...actually not ruin.. more of a shock wen my mum told me that my dad's cousin brother suddenly passed away due to a heart attack. bloody hell he was oly 56 years old. tads really scary cos my father has been smoking fer more than 30 yrs n im worried fer him. however, im not gonna think of tad now. im leavin it to god n i beliegve god will pull me thru this jus like he has done fer everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie my lovely darlings. i hope u all have a FANTABULOUS weekend ahead since de prelims AREEEEEEEEEEE OVER!!! whopee (yvonne u can do it babe!! one mre dae n u will b flying).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115833596084711913?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115833596084711913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115833596084711913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115833596084711913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115833596084711913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115833596084711913' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115806983847763178</id><published>2006-09-12T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:03:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/13-06-06_1123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/13-06-06_1123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            this is me in sec 3. n im still amazed at how much i have changed. wad if i had remained as de girl below??? wld anything haf been different???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/12-09-06_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/12-09-06_2113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is me in pri 6. dun ask me what?why?how?it jus was. n i used to think i was de most coolest girl in school. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/12-09-06_2104-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/12-09-06_2104-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is me 11 months old (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/12-09-06_2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/12-09-06_2107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is me 2 months old. i noe i was an extremely fat baby. check out ma arms man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/12-09-06_2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/12-09-06_2105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is me 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;okie whenever im sad, i haf this tendency to look at my really old pictures n live in those happy memories. call me weird, but i alwaes feel an utmost sense of happiness whenever i see de photos cos i laugh at maself most of de time thinkin how de hell i ended up like that to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115806983847763178?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115806983847763178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115806983847763178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115806983847763178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115806983847763178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115806983847763178' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115806551855266008</id><published>2006-09-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:51:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASK HER TO STOP!!! I CANT TAKE YOUR NONSENSE ANYMORE. STOP NAGGING AT ME JUS CAUSE I DIN GET THE MILK!! ANYWAE, WHO DRINKS THE MILK IN DE HSE? ME? IF U CARED SO MUCH, YOU GO GET THE MILK OR ASK DE ONE WHU DOES NOTHIN ELSE BUT PLAY COMPUTER GAMES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CANT STAND IT WHEN YOU GET ALL AMBIVALENT SUDDENLY OVER SOME SMALL THING. WHY DO YOU ALWAES DO THAT TO ME???  THIS SUDDEN CHANGE IN ATTITUDE , WHEN U FEEL LIKE BEING NICE U ARE AWFULLY NICE, DEN SUDDENLY U CHANGE INTO THIS VICIOUS NAGGING MONSTER THAT JUST WLDNT STOP. I STUDIED EVER SINGLE DAE DURING THE HOLIDAES N U KEEP ON PESTERING ME SAYING THAT I HAVEN PUT IN MUCH EFFORT? BLOODY HELL, U WERENT EVEN HERE DURING THE HOLIDAES!!! HOW WLD U NOE?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YA N WAD WAS THAT??? URE ONLY GOING TO PAY FER OUR BASIC DEGREES N THE REST WE HAVE TO PAY OUSELVES RIGHT? N WADS THIS BOUT HIM GETTIN A MASTERS DEGREE N YOU PAYING FOR IT???? TALK BOUT IRONIES. IF YOU DUN MEAN WAD U SAY, DEN DUN SAY IT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I BURST COS RIGHT NOW I DUN LIKE YOU VERY MUCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" nay, though all men seeing had pity on me, she would not see" - jamie tyrone (long day's journey into night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOME THINGS NEVA CHANGE. FOREVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115806551855266008?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115806551855266008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115806551855266008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115806551855266008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115806551855266008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115806551855266008' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115745523172748805</id><published>2006-09-05T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:38:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u noe how i alwaes thot tad dere were only 4 of the wayans n dey together magically came up with the wayans production n etc. bt i did a bit of googling around n guess wad i found out!!!! dere are actually 10 of dem.!!! dere 's enuff dough in dere to start a small sewing shop. okie tads a bit random. i just watched this movie called real women have curves n it was quite nice. i also watched this movie called radio is a true story bout a disabled man whu inspired a football team. cuba gooding junior took tad part n boy was he good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae im sidetracking. anywae dere are actually ten of dem wayan bros!!! n damon wayans, de one whu stars in my wife n kids is tryin to sell a clothing line which he wants to call "NIGGA". well dey are full of black humour arent they?? i just cant imagine a family full of comedians!!! do they alwaes tell jokes? wad bout dinner wen all ten of dem, 8 boys n 2 girls, sit around?!?!?! jus thinkin of it is makin me crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watchin lots of movies. i wldnt mind being a movie critic. u jus sit dere watch movies n give comments although i find all movies good in sum wae except fer violent movies. tads a no no. anywae my wife and kids alredy aired season 5 in de US although its only season 2 dwn here. u all shld watch it!!!! its freakin hilarious!!! although mike has gained sum weight, katie looks a whole lot bigger... junior... he da man (deres a twist which i wont reveal here ) n J straightens her curly wurly hair!!!n dere are a lot of new additions to de family. its really really farni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturdae's 21st birthdae party was okay. other den de fact that i had to dance intimately with another girl (notmentioning names cos its family!) n humiliating myself in front of everybody, it was pretty good. we danced all de wae. my uncle, whom was drunk kept on tellin me tad he was eagerly anticipating my 21st birthdae cos its gonna be filled with "chicks". n did i tell u how much i adore ma cousins. no matter how much gossip dere alwaes is....between us, dey never ever fail to make me enjoy a good birthdae party cos everybody jus forgets whu dey are n gets CRAZY. everybody was dancin. even ma grandma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im an auntie again!!! boona akka (cousin) has given birth to a baby girl. i wasnt allowed to ke pics saying i wld be casting an evil eye. to me all babies look alike so yea bt she was indeed adorable beyond words. this information is rather late cos she was born on 21st august n i forget all bout this. so she's technically a week old. i cant wait to go see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right its back to de world of boredom, denial and absolute irritation. studyin really sucks de blood out leavvin u dry n bored n feel like a couch potato cos u dun wanna go out cosu will feel guilty tad u r not studyin n dun want to stay at hm cos there are too many distractions. god save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if ure reading this. ure my favourite superhero with HIDDEN muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{edit}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im nt so happy now. cos im in fact saddened. i been blog hopping n reading thru sum archivves cos gosh  words can really hurt an individual cant they... well its no point regretting now n it just makes me wonder whether thats really what they truly feel bbout me, someone whu is atagonistic not caring bout others n purely selfish. mayb im. het i neva said being my fren was easy!!! bt those whu have hung in dere, i appreciate it. u all noe whu u are. so no need fer me to mention any names n obviously DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!. everybody has imperfections i guess. its up to YOUR frens to accept them. these are de frens tad tell u u look good in a tube when in fact your arms are so fat n flabby tad its like a saggy elephants' arms. these are de frens i adore. cos seeing u happy makes dem happy n dey to dem your imperfections dun matter cos they only see de goodness n purity of you-as a human being-. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well i tink i am pmsing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115745523172748805?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115745523172748805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115745523172748805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115745523172748805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115745523172748805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115745523172748805' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115712179602692441</id><published>2006-09-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:43:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we r sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candid shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u can see de obvious feelings we had wen we found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clementi emress is closed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of those rare occasions where he wears a long sleeve shirt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pool in de hse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alwaes end up smilin in all de pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;D!!!!!!!!!!!! this is fer you!!!! IM WRITING BOUT YOU!!! :P:P&lt;br /&gt;alrite.. todae was real good. mornin did sum effortless studyin (*we all noe wad tad means*), den went dwn to clementi to play pool which i suck at. D won 2 games outta 3 .. actually he won all 3 games bt HE LET me win de last game out of his own good kindness. thanks baby!!! rite.. afta which.. we went to play in de arcade. i tried playin Daytona USA.. de car game using manual instead of auto n guess wad i sucked at tad too. i totally had no idea wad was goin on. i was all de wae in gear 2 tryin to figure y de hell ma car was goin so so slow. afta which we played guns.. n i din noe wad de hell i was doin dere as well. so yea.. pretty much i sucked at everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ppl CLEMENTI EMPRESS IS CLOSED. no more 5 dollar movies.. no mre watchin movies in a theatre where dere is absolutely nobody else. SO DEPRESSING. alrite.. see de pics!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115712179602692441?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115712179602692441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115712179602692441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115712179602692441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115712179602692441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115712179602692441' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115709349899406767</id><published>2006-09-01T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:06:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VIDEO OF THE DAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://videocodes4u.com/video/file_49125.asx" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="True" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autostart="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cham - Ghetto Story: Chapter 2 (ft. Alicia Keys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://videocodes4u.com/"&gt;Provided by VideoCodes4U.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;this song is so meaningful.  i knew dere was a baby cham n akon version bt de alicia keys one jus wins de prize. listen to de lyrics ppl. its really good. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115709349899406767?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115709349899406767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115709349899406767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115709349899406767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115709349899406767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115709349899406767' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115703150502357207</id><published>2006-08-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:58:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie this is for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you.. YES YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;firstly, stop STEALING my goddamn clothes. u asked me once, i lent it to u n still yet that hasnt come back to me so stop taking ma stuff !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N I KNOW THE TRUTH BOUT YOU. U BEEN LYING TO EVERYONE. i cldnt believe it wen i saw it. bt now i NOE n if u du stop pissing me, i might jus accidentally burst YOUR BUBBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP using de computer n treating this house as if u owe it. I will go to de toilet wenever i like n stay in it however long i want to. iheard u exclaim total dismay de other time, im jus keepin quiet.. cos i dun wanna be de one who creates de problems in de household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP smokin in de toilet. its disgusting, irritain n sickenin me. de reason y im becomin more n more sick ish because of u ppl!!!im breathing in de smokey air n becomin a passive smoker n im gonna die one dae a fit and healthy girl but due to blackened lungs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im just givin u leeway cos my mother unfortunately is a veri NICE person n she took pity on you bt tad doesnt give u de rite to do wadeva u wanna do in THIS house. i dun give a damn bout how u were in yours bt in THIS house, we have a certain order n i expect it to be followed. Dun tink tad jus cos my mum is quiet cos she afraid of ma bro tad IM SCARED, im not. I might jus EXPLODE one dae n u wld really regret tad dae cos im NOT nice like my mother cos i cant b saint to those whu keep on irritaing de hell outta me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEGONE PEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n on a more happier note&lt;br /&gt;GODZILLA IN DE HSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjKB45FOf_M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjKB45FOf_M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115703150502357207?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115703150502357207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115703150502357207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115703150502357207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115703150502357207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115703150502357207' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115698566269984279</id><published>2006-08-31T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:54:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNGLAM MOMENTS CAUGHT ON CAMERA (PART 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/640/HPIM1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  go on admire if u must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/640/24-07-06_1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/24-07-06_1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  tug of war. yvonnes cldnt pull it out fer at least ten mins. weakling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/640/27-07-06_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/27-07-06_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  PEEK A BOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/640/dabomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/dabomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  miss i-cant-think-out-of-the-box.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/12256619-115698566269984279?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115698566269984279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115698566269984279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115698566269984279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115698566269984279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115698566269984279' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115693926588400842</id><published>2006-08-30T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:01:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!! i got a new layout. antonio banderas ish just too hot to handle. he's so old n yet so young. wad a paradox man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets jus not talk bout the exams. im jus in absolute denial tad its here. n i wanna watch BE COOL.&lt;br /&gt;COOL in de hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe de biggest problem im facing rite now is my hair!!!! its at this stage where its neither too short nor too long. its in such a mess alwaes n i end up lookin like a guy most of de time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wad. singapore idol is startin n today is r n b nite. i will continue this entry later yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL IN DE HSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de exams must be really getting to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115693926588400842?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115693926588400842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115693926588400842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115693926588400842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115693926588400842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115693926588400842' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115666311450712079</id><published>2006-08-27T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:07:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found these rather interesting facts as i wsa reading thru sum stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Human Beings are social animals "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i tink i might be a social hippo!!!.. wad do u tink u guys are???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't be racist and be happy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad de hell was dat all bout???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Death penalty favoured by the Chinese!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.....In a headline-grabbing case , a man abducted, raped and murdered a schoolgirl. Beijing residents called fer more sever punishment even though he was goin to be executed with a bullet!!! &lt;strong&gt;O ' Human rights where art thou??? n here we are trying to abolish de death penalty fer once n fer all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" are men necessary?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we all knoe de ans to this qn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. right, im quite weary bout de papers tmr. is it just me or do i feel a sense of impeding doom tad is coming right towards me n i cant do nuttin bout it. well, lets go wit de flow n see wad happens.. ROCK ON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115666311450712079?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115666311450712079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115666311450712079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115666311450712079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115666311450712079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115666311450712079' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115518314743751960</id><published>2006-08-10T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:17:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/collage2.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; memories last forever.. jus liike them...they will last forever... august 8th.. takin a little trip down to ascension kindergarden... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find collage photos sooooo coolllll. anywae these are de ppl dearest to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ma fav video fer NOWWWWWWWW.. check out de wae these gals n dudes dance man!!!!! i jus wish oh wish oh wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://videocodes4u.com/video/file_48671.asx" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="True" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Paul - Give It Up To Me (ft. Keyshia Cole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://videocodes4u.com/"&gt;Provided by VideoCodes4U.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115518314743751960?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115518314743751960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115518314743751960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115518314743751960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115518314743751960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115518314743751960' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115513749933315531</id><published>2006-08-09T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:31:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i expected todae a to be a dissaster afta wad happened in de mornin bt instead it was one of de most memorable days i ever hda in ma life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, supposed to play pool while waitin to watch fireworks at esplanade bt den me n D decided to catch a movie at clementi. Lady In The Water was good... i thot night was gone afta signs n i was totally biased against all his movies bt this turned out to be pretty good. afta de movie, we headed dwn to de esplanade where it was mats galore!!! seriously man, everywhere u turned u saw de striped t-shirt tad EVERYONE was wearing. it was such an eyesore... bt well ppl have different tastes as D pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was D's treat. i feel indebted to him fer like life.. first he treated me to pirates den lady in the water?!?!?! im gonna kill him de next time he tries to treat me. oh NOTE THIS. dere were only SIX ppl in de cinema n we were all sitting 2 rows awae frm each other... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie im really sleepy.. cya all tmr ppl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115513749933315531?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115513749933315531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115513749933315531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115513749933315531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115513749933315531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115513749933315531' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115440056187446790</id><published>2006-08-01T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:09:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are the rules;leave a tag on ma tagboard. and:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is for DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.ur singing is better den me... so is your dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hug me in the national stadium in the middle of the pitch when the whole stadium is full!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. royal blue babyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. i love everything bout u. the wae u argue wit me over sri lanka, de wae u console me.. every thing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. ma first memory wld b u standing outside tamp mrt n waitin fer me n i was thinkin to maself " omg!!! dun tell me tad hot dude is D. omg. so hot.. so hot.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.u remind me of a .....tiger... dun ask me y.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.hmmmm... will u still love me de same wae tmr morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THIS IS FOR FLUBBERRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. ur cute...n adorable in yr own wae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.hmmm.. burp into de speaker during mornin assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.hmmm... green.. definitely.. u de hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.i love the wae i can talk to u bout ma personal feelings without gettin de feelin that u wld go ard n tell it sum others n u din judge me wen i first first saw u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. omg!!!! i remember.. whu was tad noisy girl in the other og!!!!!.. u were like one of the first few whu said hi to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. a cool crocodile.. cos its green or a frog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. hahahahahaha... tell me tad mysterious guy's name????!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this for drama mama!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.emo emo emo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.hmm.. defnitely tell ms k yr true feelings bout her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.pink!!!! how can i deny de scary truth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.i love de wae u make me feel as though im impt n grades do not matter in havin frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. hahahaha.. me comin to say tad renuka had nice eyes n u agreein wit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. a mouse.. i dunnoe leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. hahahahahaha.. wad wld happen if there was no caleb(yr bf)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this for harvin since u tagged..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.y u wearin specs nowadays??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.hmm.. wear high heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.pink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.u r farni n u alwaes made me feel good bout maself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. omg i remember!!!!at redhill mrt n u were dere n i came n we were both super early fer dance prac n we started talkin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6.hmmm.... hmmm... i dunnoe leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7.ah...y do u like the colour pink???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chow WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. thanks fer sendin me de motorola thingy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. stop dancing fer like a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.i like the wae u r so outspoken n able to coney everything in that posh amnner of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5.hmmm... watchin u dance at de dance studio wit char wen one of de daes i joined u all to look at de dance practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6.fish.... BALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. are u dependent on anyone fer anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115440056187446790?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115440056187446790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115440056187446790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115440056187446790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115440056187446790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115440056187446790' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115432842599782395</id><published>2006-07-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:30:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are the rules;leave a tag on ma tagboard.  and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bloody tired n im still in school waitin fer econs lecture to begin. sch is seriously seriously a drab. i think i might b takin tmr off. i really need some rest n everything n i been have a serious ulcer tad had been lastin almost fer de past 4 daes. bt i need to go to sch. dere is like lit tmr n y shld i stay at hm? its nt as if im gonna study at hm. i wld jus prolly sleep n sleep n sleep. i tink i will go to sch. i can do it!!!!!! woo hoo.. okie all i hve to do now.. is complete de comprehension n drq n geog essay n another geog essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me if im still alive by den yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THIS IS FOR Y???? VONNEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.) ur weird and possibly the most bimbotic gal i eva met in ma life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.)RUN ACROSS THE FLAGPOLE SCREAMING "EBOLA ROCKS!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.)rainbow.... i dunnoe.. ur such a artsy fartsy person babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.)nothing... hahahahahahaha... no la.. i love how i can talk to u without feeling that u will put me down or be insensitive towards me cos u noe whu im n ma roots n u basically accept me fer whu im.&lt;br /&gt;5.)i remember u as the gal sittin in front of me during the first proper day of sch wen we had lessons n u had tad 8850 phone in yr hand n i thot " goodness she has ma dad's old phone!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6.)a bunny tad keeps on bangin into a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7.)hmmmm.. wad wld happen if u were not introduced into the world of christianity? wld u still b a christian????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115432842599782395?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115432842599782395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115432842599782395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115432842599782395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115432842599782395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115432842599782395' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115426872441904186</id><published>2006-07-30T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:33:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D wit his chee-ko-peh smile... this de reason y i look forward to de weekend so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. 3 hrs of studyin makes us mad ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he NEVA fails to crack me up... i think he still likes me.. cant u all tell frm de picture!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115426872441904186?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115426872441904186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115426872441904186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115426872441904186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115426872441904186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115426872441904186' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115417088840793824</id><published>2006-07-29T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:01:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie lets see hw this week has been. firstly life sucks in sch. everytime i turn ard a corner someone sumwhere ish studyin which jus makes mi miserable cos i realised i really need to start muggin. im so tired cos i been stayin baack in sch more cos i realised tad these will b de last few days i will get to spend wit ma beloved A21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found tad voracious is really a good friend and well-wisher. i noe this is all random n stuff by Y--VONNE??? thanks fer alwaes being dere fer me u ebola virus!!&lt;br /&gt;Drama mama u rock ma socks as well. whu can forget ma beloved makkal of all time, sangita. u were great during service learning n im very proud of u fer doin well in yr block tests. keep it up!!! show u-noe-whu tad u can do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, de first shocker came on wednesdae nite wen ma mum messaged me sayin "where are you, pa is gonna bring us fer dinner". rite, nobody, especially ma dad brings us out fer dinenr so i replied nonchalantly tad i dun think he was gonna bring us fer dinner. i got a ring during ma tuition tad indeed ma dad was gonna bring us fer dinner at kharus', this restaurant at upper bt.timah. i wanted to go to de brazillian restaurant at sixth avenue cos i was really sick n tired of indian food. i jus went wif de flow n went ahead wit de plans. de second shocker came wen ma bro went his gurl fer dinner. wow. this means tad she has been officially accepted by ma family even though she is chinese who is malay-orientated. well, knowin ma bro, i was quite surprised he stayed wit this girl fer more den a year. its actually quite sweet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired by de time i finished ma food tad i fell asleep qhile ma mum paid fer her food. i fell asleep once mre while waitin fer de bus. i fell asleep in the taxi as well. man, i was falling asleep everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs we trotted dwn to tekka to pay voracious' fines. so fun hangin out wit both voracious n drama mama cos both are WEIRD. hahaha, okie dun kill me. i was jus kiddin. lets jus call them unique individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fridae, i was feelin deliriously happy cos i was gonna meet D. i emt him afta sch n we went dwn to east coast park where i made a boo boo outta maself cos wen he said lets look ard this place, i said " okay." n i stopped n turned one complete round ard maself. ahaha n D just completely ignored me n tad such a thing happened. we were making a complete fools outta ourselves in de park by singin songs. i really wish i cld put up pics n videos of how D sang those songs. it was soooo freakin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie cuckoo, deres durian waitin fer me. callin out to me ma name. im goin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115417088840793824?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115417088840793824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115417088840793824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115417088840793824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115417088840793824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115417088840793824' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115416889681157202</id><published>2006-07-29T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:28:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd03752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd03752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of the day goes to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd03752.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd04826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd04826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lian oin a cool pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd05c21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd05c21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardgay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd041eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd041eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public enemy no 1. FAT FRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd04ef2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd04ef2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre preparations.sandwiches. lots n lots of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd03f59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd03f59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us playin de caterpillar game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edd03cf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edd03cf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. a mini alex in de making!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd6327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd6327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us doin de cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd5234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd5234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lian's kids. his daughter is an exact replica of him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd7e16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd7e16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids look so adorable wen they are sayin their grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd6d7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd6d7f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere were 16 boxes of pizzaq. so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd6c1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd6c1c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tad was prolly ma second piece of pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd6be3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd6be3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de class. with full attendance n full of love fer one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/edcd3bfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/edcd3bfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sumo. macho milo n fat fry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115416889681157202?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115416889681157202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115416889681157202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115416889681157202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115416889681157202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115416889681157202' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115339321044902867</id><published>2006-07-20T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:00:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started wit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thew chinese n de indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u all see a number ten?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unglamness at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ebola n messy hair girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voracious showin off her sex legs!! u go u hot mama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones whu made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiYAWNZ n woracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chery explainin the meanin of hotness redefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiyarnz n mua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de one wit de messy hair n de one wit de sexy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char n weiyarnzz.... char just looks freakin hot in de sari. n not too bad considering the fact that she tied it all by herself!!! pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 indians. 1 chinese n 1 extra. haha. kiddin karina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115339321044902867?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115339321044902867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115339321044902867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115339321044902867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115339321044902867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115339321044902867' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115331767851477442</id><published>2006-07-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:01:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was seriously a well deserved break afta all those depressing moments i had wit maself. On one hand, i was rather apprehensive of de fact tad somebody might see D an I together bt frankly speaking i cldnt b bothered. he was my bf n i was proud to say so. we studied fer like 3 hrs?? After which, we cld study no more n i cldnt stand anymore of Othello's nonsense, we went to meet Karthik at the bus stop n head down to play pool. both of dem are so freaking tall n made me feel so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie bottomline, i suck at pool. it has been ages since i last played n it felt so awkward n intimidating that i had to play with 2 guys who were pretty good. i jus ended up hittin a lot of loose balls n giving awae a lot of free balls to D. lemme stress at this point, D paid fer de it!!! I love him nonethemore n it seems to growin each dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to send Karthik back hm n den we went to eat at al ameen. de food was as alwaes superb n it was jus wonderful sittin there wit D n watchin him eat n jus b in his company. we jalan jalan a lil bit at beauty world shopping centre n den we were just walking n we sat at this pavillion thingy near ma hse. goodness gracious me!! dere was this big rat that kept on comin to the place where we were sitting. lemme just say here tad someone here is afraid of rats more den me. i not gonna say anything else. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to D fer like 2 hrss. i feel so relieved. i dunnoe, i feel as though im inside a hole trapped n unable to get out. i just wish i cld spend everydae wit him.. im sleepy. nitez peeps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115331767851477442?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115331767851477442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115331767851477442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115331767851477442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115331767851477442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115331767851477442' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115305990239174432</id><published>2006-07-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:25:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i been really really thirsty during the past few daes. i been gulping down glasses of water like nobody's business. at one time, i gulped dwn 6 glasses of water. even ma mum was amazed cos normally she has to bug me to drink water afta ma meals cos i dunt n so on the contrary im actually drinking so much water. i tink its due to de difference in the heat. one minute, its pouring n the next min its freakin hot. i tink this difference in temperature is making me hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning, i actually wanted to watch pirates of the carribean wit ma mum bt den she went to visit ma grandma n help her n i ended up wit beloved D. PLEASE WATCH PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!!!!!! its super dooper whooper good. i cant wait fer the third part. it was like havin a triple whammy. orlando bloom, johnny depp (hot hot hot stufff) n D!!!!!!!!!!!! (hottest hottest stuff of dem all). i din noe whu to look at. ma right or at de screen. we went to watch at the new cathy. actually we were a bit cuckoo. i mean, we walked to the new cathay n den we walked back to PS it was gonna be crowded n den we walked back to cathay to find out that seats were still available. n boy was it worth every damn penny of yours!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like walkin into a club. they had disco lights goin on. light music playing in the background. n usherers who were actually wearin bow-ties. i was pretty amazed n in awe n it was freakin freakin freakin huge! it porbably had like ard 35 rows of seats.. im actually thinkin more den tad. de surprisin thing was that even though we were sittin in de fourth row, we cld see de screen wonderfully cos the screen was placed in such a wae that even ppl sittin in the first row wld be able to see it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. fridae was fun fun fun. thanks to D fer the wonderful treat n his company. sat ma mum n bro went jb n got back wit cds. n guess wad they bought. POTC!!!! oh ma goodness. its freakin clear bt there was a catch. its in bloody chinese. they been tricked. haha. too bad. losers. i just gt back afta studying. todae we had to walk this pathway whre very few lights were lit n i was extremely scared. i was holding on to D's hand fer dear life. u noe wad really made me scared. we actually cld smell frangipani. it was so so so strong. even i cldnt believe it. it was really super strong,, tad gt me all so scared. anywae, all this typing is making me sleepy. cya ppl ard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115305990239174432?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115305990239174432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115305990239174432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115305990239174432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115305990239174432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115305990239174432' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115261757640663887</id><published>2006-07-11T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:32:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ma tuiton teacher is really funny. he is freakin humourous n he just cracks me up evertime. he apparently found out bout D n kept on mumbling tad " Oh my god, My Shamini has grown up into a big girl. When i first came, she was still so innocent, now all so big" to which i kept on mumbling n had sudden outbursts of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote messages on ma lecture notes asking me whether ma bro knoes cos ma bro was sittin rite in de hall n im guessin he din want ma bro to hear. n den in de end he drew a smiley face!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on telling me codes to tell me smth that he felt that i shldnt knoe cos i wa shis student n stuff bt i alredy knew cos he told me sme time ago bt he forgot n he kept on speakin to me in all kinda codes, tellin me that the phrase rhymed with "joke" n "secrets". well, knowin me, i still cldnt figure out wad he was talkin bout n afta like 5 mins he wrote on ma paper wad he was talkin bout which im nt gonna reveal here cos its supposed to b a word that rhymes with " joke " alhough if u ask me , it is no wae near de word joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wld seriously make a good relief teacher n i told him tad bt he doesnt see tad as a career i guess. well, tuition is fun. i cant wait fer 13th july. offically it wld be 4 mths since i know smeone, time seriously flies by very fast. cya cuckoos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="thumbnail" href="http://www.pbase.com/tsechien/image/41174350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="thumbnail" href="http://www.pbase.com/tsechien/image/41174350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115261757640663887?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115261757640663887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115261757640663887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115261757640663887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115261757640663887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115261757640663887' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115194127266505754</id><published>2006-07-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:41:12.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im back frm eeeeeeeeee POH (accordin to da bomb). here are de things which i absolutely hated during de trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. de bus trip was horribly treacherous. it was a ten hr journey on a 5 kg butt. de seats werent at all comfy n my neck had a sprain afta a while. it was soo cold tad ma feet started to turn white(im seriously not jokin wen i said ma feet started to turn white. i mean it literally) n ma teeth started to chatter n lo behold came de god of sinus to take me into an eternity full of misery. it took 4 flu panadols to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i missed D half de time . i kept on thinkin whether it was rite of me to leave him cos i knew he din want to lemme go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. im havin a total lack of slp. i slept fer less den 12 hours fer de last 3 daes. dunnoe hw im gonna survive in school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets look at de brighter side of life now.&lt;br /&gt;1. i finally got to meet ma malaysian cousins!!!!ma cousin sis whom was gettin married was so excited to see me tad she screamed out in delight while she was sittin on de wedding stage thingy. this is cos, dis de first time ma malaysian cousins are seeing me wit ma short hair. it was met wit mixed responses. ma aunti however asked me to shave ma head bald n come de next time i come to visit dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. de bus journey rocked even though it was freakin uncomfortable. travelling wit ma aunties n uncles is alwaes fun no matter how much we gossip behind each others backs. come on we cant help it. we r indians afta all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. got to see ma pen pal frm aussie afta 10 long years. de last time i saw him was in sg wen he n ma bro ended up bullyin me all de time n i was alwaes crying. so yea wen i saw him nw, i was like oh no!!! he is soooooooooo tall n has changed a lot. he speaks wit a Aussie accent. haha. its so farni cos everytime he went sayin smth, i went like " pardon" or basically " huh" cos i din understand wad he was saying. i was also tempted to say " g'day mate!!" bt i decided nt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. saw ma kluang grandma . she's as fit as ever. seeing her gives me so much of joy cos she is just a joyful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. saw de portugal match wit ma cousins which was also fun cos we were soo hyped up. n ma rocker cousin frm malaysia ( call him rocker cousin cos he has his own album,um n everything)&lt;br /&gt;din care bout de fact tad i was a girl n told me de facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite,, since dere r more good things den bad things, i shall conclude tad de trip to ipoh was a fairly good one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omni-theatre with D to watch suoerman returns was superb. it wasnt de movie bt it was actually de atmospherw. de graphics were cool n dere is a twist in de story. bt we all know im nt a big fan of superman or wadsoever bt de movie is seriously not bad. J8 wit D was also absolutely superb. we spent a lot of walkin n talkin n doin crazy crazy stuff. n talkin bout being quiet we seem to be de only ones making a lot of noise ddere. damn man, its a 3 week hoilidae fer tad boyfriend of mine n i gotta go to school. life's unfair. bt i had a 4 week holidae so yea. all's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, gonna watch ma wife n kids.. cya peeps later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115194127266505754?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115194127266505754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115194127266505754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115194127266505754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115194127266505754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115194127266505754' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115154940682617673</id><published>2006-06-29T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:50:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>granny honey is in de hospital. im so bloody scared. wad if smth happens to her. de first thing i did wen i heard bout it was to go pray.. please dear god dun let anything happen to her.sure, she can b naggy and irritating at times, bt grannies are supposed to b naggy!!! i love her wit ma heart. dear god, pls help her get thru this difficult period. pls pls get her out of de ICU. it seems she gt so senile tad she din even recognise my mother or her sisters wen they went to visit her.  please god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dear god.. i been havin weird weird dreams de past 3 daes, i nt gonna say wad dey hve been, bt de lsat time these occurred was wen ma grandpa passed awae.. i dunt want a recurrence of eventss. please help ma granny. pls pls pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115154940682617673?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115154940682617673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115154940682617673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115154940682617673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115154940682617673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115154940682617673' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115141196324782504</id><published>2006-06-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:59:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its de second dae onlyn im dreading life. block tests suck. like de gp compre.. these academic achievements or tests do not really show the real capabilities of de true person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere is a 3 hr paper tmr n its gonna suck. im soooooooo drained. dey shldnt have put de bt2 rite afta de holidaes cos everyone has got their hands frozen durin their holidaes n dey still have nt reached de full writing stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie im talkin nonsrnse. just kill me. im very dwn on morale nw cos i cant remember wadeva i studied durin de hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de only thing keepin me frm goin insane was D n im extremely sorry if i had hurt u wit anything or wadeva i said todae cos i tink i been really snappy. he's really veri veri patient wit me n mayb i been takin it to ma advantage cos seriously speakin no guy of mine has ever been this patient wit him. D, its amazin how our quarrels are so petty n ridiculous. i m sorry if i had hurt u wit any of ma words or wadsoever. im so low on morale man, seriously. dere is sometimes a pt where u dun feel like studyin at all n no matter hw much u study, nothing goes in??? well tads de feelin reciprocating frm me nw. im so sick of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, D thank you fer always&lt;em&gt; being dere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        thank you fer listenin to ma constant complaints bout nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        thank you fer running awae to buy fer me a pair of slippers wen ma heels broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        thank you fer sharing stuff wit me so tad i do not feel stupid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de list can just keep on going bt moreover&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; THANK YOU FER BEING YOURSELF. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u de reason i look forward to finishin this year fer. happy anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115141196324782504?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115141196324782504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115141196324782504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115141196324782504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115141196324782504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115141196324782504' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115096159672620717</id><published>2006-06-22T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:33:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  n tads ma idol.. best player .. wadeva. haha D dun break de computer wen u see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/t1_figo_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/t1_figo_ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caaught in action. i absolutely adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/ronaldo_afro_225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/ronaldo_afro_225x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahaha.. check out de hair..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/portugal-world-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/portugal-world-cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookie lookie.. wad i found.. ma fav team.. of all time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER SEVEN ROCKS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115096159672620717?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115096159672620717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115096159672620717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115096159672620717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115096159672620717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115096159672620717' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115069215993999419</id><published>2006-06-19T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:42:39.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it wen this time of de mth comes. de times where i really hate being a woman. so much of pain n anguish. argh. well.. i guess everything comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newaez... saturdae my mum n me n her 4 other sista's families trotted dwn to night safari. we were supposed to have a fathers dae dinner bt a couple of ma aunties had gone awae on holidae so we pushed de dinner to next week n decided to go to night safari instead. ma granny came too. firstly dere was this tribal dance thingy tad took place at 6 pmm frankly speakin it was kinda boring except fer de fire blowin men. de malay girls whu were " supposed" to be dancin were swayin frm one side to another which even ma cousins ended up imitating. dey were so freakin lazy tad even we cld see tad they had no interest or whatsoever in de whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on de tram ride n boy was it crowded wit tourists. mi n puvan ended up sittin beside this irish couple whu kept on exchangin hugs n kisses instead of listening to de commentator. i cldnt stop giggling. so farni. de whole  second part of de tram was filled with 25 of us so go figure. we cld barely hear wad de commentor was sayin n she kept on asking de " second  part of de tram to keep quiet". haha. i wasnt embarrassed, by the time u come to ma age, u wld have gotten used to all de racket caused by ma family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we passed by the indian rhino n as soon as de commentator announced ma anjadi cousin stood up n shouted " bila bila tamilan!!!". we all burst out laughin. hahaha. tad was so random n funny man.  we watched de animal show n dey took out a long long phython frm underneath our feet n sum of de animals were really cute. furthermre, i saw this bird in de cage n guess wad it was called ..." cuckoo bird". i dunnoe if ya all noe this bt in our family we refer to de male genitals as cuckoo bird. so i went like "so this is hw a cuckoo bird looks like" n immediately ma elder cousins went like "aiyo. ure so dirty" bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae was spent with D studying. its really so much of fun hangin out wit him. He actually does housework. haha im so proud of him. den we were studyin n we went to de fitness station n ended up doin de monkey bars n sit ups n i felt good. so so nice to go out wit him. whoopee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy person. cya cuckoos ard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115069215993999419?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115069215993999419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115069215993999419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115069215993999419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115069215993999419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115069215993999419' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115037236134474815</id><published>2006-06-15T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:52:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised tad de only person other den ma bro whu eats milo just like tad is D. hahaha., i still remember wen we made de revelations to each other. he n I were chatting n he suddenly said.." I do not knoe whether u tink im weird... bt u noe hw me n ma sis drink milo?" n of course i asked him whether it was de same wae as i did n wala!!! seriously i was so embarrassed bout ma addiction last time cos i thot nobodydid it n stuff n i was quite shocked tad ppl actually did eat milo in tad manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe de holidaes are comin to a closeeeeeeeeeee.. so super dooper fast. to update u movie freaks out dere, i watched, The Breakup and Over the Hedge. Over the hedge is just too cute. The breakup is not bad, jenifer aniston will appear naked in one of de scenes n boy does she lookkkkk HOTT. Im trying to get The Ladykillers by Tom Hanks n Ludacris bt i cant seem to get it. Its a really good " whats up ma nigga" picture. i wanna watch it. I have Just ma luck n Silent Hill. Ma mum was chidin me fer like gettin it wen i had de cd Bt i like watchin it on de computer better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdae was spent with jayan. He came down. We had a nice time talkin bout everything n stuff n of cos bitching bout ppl we din like. He went surfin in Bali wit a whle lotta hot dudes n babes. Damn him. Im comin de next time wit u!!!! It seems Sean called de house while i was asleep n he was chattin wif ma mum n everything. I do hafta call him.. which reminds me i hafta call Beca as well. Im like talkin to maself here. I ate like so many slices of pizza todae. U all shld try de new bbq Hawaian pizza, its a bit spicy bt its really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tads bout it fer me. Im gonna screw up ma block tests n hopefully i dun screw up ma a levels n shobah n sangitah n sathia akka's birthdae is comin!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115037236134474815?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115037236134474815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115037236134474815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115037236134474815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115037236134474815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115037236134474815' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-115010423454822003</id><published>2006-06-12T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:23:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAwNZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waitin fer such a long time fer blogger to upload dat i realised once it uploaded, im freakin sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gonna catch a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya aligators n crocodiles n fellow living things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-115010423454822003?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115010423454822003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=115010423454822003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115010423454822003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/115010423454822003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115010423454822003' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114992236424409870</id><published>2006-06-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:52:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae  has been a good dae. lots of sleeping, feel like a pig... wait im a pig. lots of eating. world cup is FINALLY ON!!!!!!!!!!!!! woo hoo. message to da bomb : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GERMANY SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. NO CUTE GUYS DERE AT ALL, dun waste yr time supporting dem babe. its not too late to turn to portugal n brazil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie gtg, updates comin later on todae n yesterdae n de omen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;DUN WATCH THE OMEN.&lt;/span&gt;... its very abrupt n not worth yr money although i was scared out of ma socks accordin to someone whose opinions matter to me soooooooooooooooooooo DUN WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite be back later aligators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114992236424409870?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114992236424409870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114992236424409870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114992236424409870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114992236424409870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114992236424409870' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114973710788929891</id><published>2006-06-08T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:25:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing how sum ppl's blogs really amuse me. Not ma babes or anything. totallie ppl whom i dunnoe and i just happen to chance upon dem n lo and behold, its either they totallie all act all cool n speak in slang throughout their whole blogs or they act as if they owe de world n speak ill bout others : ppl whom they dun even noe about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting how many ppl are nw turning their attn to friendster and complainin bout how ppl are acting all cute n stuff. well, to me i feel that its just a phase and ppl wanna put wadeva they wanna put. bloody hell, they like wad their puttin so dey put so if u dun like it, fine go ahead laugh at their pics n speak badly bout them n laugh together wit yr frens n den forget bout it de next min. its nt worth it to plaster one whole entry and give their titles to them. tads really stupid n immature. well, we are talkin bout ppl who ARE immature so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n wads if de slang man?? if ure an indian, ure an indian. malay is equal to malay. i din noe wen de title CHINDIAN was known as EURASIAN or wen INDIAN was known as CHINESE? n its really so fake wen ppl talk in hip hop slang in their blogs. I dun understand wadeva they r sayin cos its all wrong. An example, one of ma frens called me tad time n he acted all round hip hopper towards me n went like " ure trippin girl. ure trippin girl. n holla back at me.." n all tad crap. he did it purposely cos he knoes i dun like this crap n to see a whole blog full of this nonsense was ultimate torture!!!!! u r whu u are, u dun have to act all round mr eminem or 50 cent to let others knoe u r COOL oh well, ppl have a right freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! the omen is awaiting me tmr ...woohoo.. cant waitt. WORLD CUP WORLD CUP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114973710788929891?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114973710788929891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114973710788929891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114973710788929891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114973710788929891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114973710788929891' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114956483598920140</id><published>2006-06-06T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:33:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im exhausted. Im truly exhausted. dun ask me why. n i still gotta go n teach tuition n its pouring out dere. i just feel like stayin at home n watchin movies. im becomin a movie freak. i watched the lord of the rings- the return of de king yesterdae n im plannin to watch TI's ATL todae. Also gonna watch a "wassup ma nigga" picture called brown sugar which has Angie Martinez in it!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT!!! Angie Martinez is like ma fav singer other den Lil Romeo. Her songs really rock. Ma kinda music. haha. other den her.. another singer i fancy is Erykah Badu. She is a jazz singer. I noe, i cant believe im listenin to jazz either bt her songs are really cool and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdae marked de dae where de first quarrel came about. It was really something so stupid and mostly i was to blame. I woke up and called straight awae. Nonsensical of me to do such a thing. Anywae D, ma bad.. ma bad.. hahahaha..future rapper in de making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait fer pirates of de carribean to come out. im so so lookin forward to it n watching THE OMEN. (this de part where background music supposed to come n u all supposed to get freaked out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din understand wad de fuss bout 6/6/06 was all bout, so did a bit of research and found out sum pretty interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revelation 13:16-18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mark of the beast rite is made up of 3 letters. So, although dere is no lcear evidence tad it is actually a figure on de surface on de skin, they believe it to be tis symbol : XES. So its nt exactly like tad, de x is a bit mre curvier n stuff, tads just a rough sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;This mark is equivalent to the beast's name or number (13:17; cf. 14:11). This enigmatic number is announced in 13:18 as 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL BEANS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114956483598920140?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114956483598920140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114956483598920140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114956483598920140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114956483598920140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114956483598920140' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114946720448696736</id><published>2006-06-05T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:26:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just went joggin wif ma mum n she &lt;em&gt;claims&lt;/em&gt; i neva run more den 3 rounds wen in fact i ran 6!!!!!!!! wad de hell man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae, mums will alwaes be mums. as her punishement, i left her dere to run all by herself. she is seriously being over ambitious. she is wearin ma track pants, ma crescent t-shirt n ma shoes n ma socks!!! acting all round, miss fitness queen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait fer thurs.. i cant wait fer thurs... actually more like i cant wait fer fridae...i cant wait fer fridae..sathia akka wants to go clubbin, j wants to go clubbin, cheeli wants to meet n i want to spend time wit D. how to accomodate all of dem eh. oh ya, sangitah wants a oogey boogey session. i will figure out a wae yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae was sooper dooper whooper .............. got no words to describe it. haha... took pictures though. i dunnoe whether D will mind me puttin them up. So if he does, den i will post dem up wokie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta mug. im still like sweating frm de joggin session. One good wae to really boost yr morale wen ure like half dying rite is to think tad yr eye-candy is sittin in de gallery lookin at yr every step. Tads wad i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAES&lt;/span&gt; do, it kinda motivates me to push maself harder. i imagined rio baby was sittin dwn dere together with D and both were fighting over me.... hahahahahaha..all dreams dreams dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be right back. call of nature is beckonin me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114946720448696736?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114946720448696736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114946720448696736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114946720448696736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114946720448696736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114946720448696736' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114934478293994643</id><published>2006-06-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:26:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was one of de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bestest &lt;/span&gt;daes of ma life. full of joy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda perplexed as i came back home after spendin a whole dae with D. was thinkin a lot bout wad he said n de other problem was ma mp4 died out half wae. it was all so so surreal. and mind u, he is just super super super dooper adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N as i made ma wae home, surprisingly, ma mum din make any noise wen i came back. Moreover, dere was no food!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to say that i was hungry bt u noe, she cld hve bought some fer me since she was muchin on rojak and everything. bt i kept mum n just decided to ignore wadeva tad was happening...i was too happy and fulfilled fer tad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva man... i love everyone!!!!!!!!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114934478293994643?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114934478293994643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114934478293994643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114934478293994643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114934478293994643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114934478293994643' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114916639073025648</id><published>2006-06-01T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:53:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/span&gt;. No. Hate would mean that I still care bout you. I dont anymore. I really dont. I dun give a flying rat's ass if u die. Prolly, it would make life easier. Its amazing how fer six years, we had to talk to you fer twice a month only and now tad ure back, ure not a single teeny weeny bit changed at all n u dare judge other ppl? Go look at yourself in de mirror cos de answer will be staring right back at your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun u have a mind of your own? Dun u have yr own brain? Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do u alwaes tink friends are alwaes gonna be dere fer u??? well, i dunnoe bout de others bt wad u said was true. I neva did treat u as part of this family. Wait, wad family? All we hve here is a facade. A facade of lies, deception and mistrust. All jumbled up together. While she sits dwn pretending as though nothing happened as alwaes, i can only vent out ma anger dwn here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This obviously involves me and i dun undastand y u dun wanna talk to me bout it. Later you say, I am nt de caring one. Like excuse me, whu doesnt wanna tell de other bout de problems???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to leave this house. I seriously cant. Ever since u came here, life has had its bitter sweet moments bt u suck seriously. U haven grown up N i cant take tad becos dere are many out dere whu dun deserve wad u hve gotten and dey been thru worse crap den u hve. Hell, i deserve to go Aussie n u came n took it right outta ma hands. U can stay where ever fer as long as u want, cos it seriously doesnt affect me cos till u really understand whu u are,wad yr stand in life is,n tad family is mre impt den anythin else... i got three words fer u&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; " GO TO HELL&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114916639073025648?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114916639073025648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114916639073025648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114916639073025648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114916639073025648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114916639073025648' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114915103190749100</id><published>2006-06-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:37:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHOTO TIMEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got a new tagboard.. TAG TAG TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_03631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/IMG_03631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love. look at ma hat n drama mama's weird head n weiyan's suspenders!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_04381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/IMG_04381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de birthdae girl. and unglam me.. look at de wae im sitting man.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_04881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/IMG_04881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us again. tamil tiger has been spotted!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_04601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/IMG_04601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musical chairs n weiyan being de game master. u can see where tad led us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_03931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_03931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_04751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/IMG_04751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of de class(05a21..) lolz.. notice hw red alex ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/IMG_03831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/IMG_03831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de gang at char's place..a load of mad bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114915103190749100?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114915103190749100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114915103190749100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114915103190749100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114915103190749100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114915103190749100' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114913407910906364</id><published>2006-06-01T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:54:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey EVERYONE. i hve finally gotten a tagboard. Please do put yr comments in. Sean, yr request has been granted finally. so wad u all waiting fer!!! go n tag now!!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdae was char's party. wad an eye opener. a lot of booze, a lot of craziness and a whole lot of dancing. flubber gt high and she kept on wanting to take out her suspenders to RELEASE her inner desires. haha.. alrite.. tad was exaggeration on ma part. da bomb was indifferent. alex was oh sooo red like a beetroot bt he kept on saying " I am not drunk. I am not high. I am just red", well..we all knoe tad alex. bt it was all good fun.  CORRINE was super duper mad. at de end she kept on wantin to hug alex and we all thot it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea de theme was to wear smth casual bt stupid n boy did we go lookin stupid. sangita wore her bro's ncc top together wit de cap. She really looked like a member of de Tamil Tigers whu had taken de wrong flight. Weiyan wore shorts wit a pair of suspenders. Drama mama wore this hawaiian string of flowers on her head. alex came wearin his sch uni. Yiqin came dressed like a mat nerd n Corrine wore a pair of shorts tad had a hole in dem. I wore a crococile dundee lookin hat. So there we were walkin to Char's hse n we realised tad none of her dance frens ere dressed lookin stupid. haha. After which we did get dwn to lookin real stupid n just went crazy. i m still waiting fer flubber to post de pics. cant wait. we looked so damn dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played musical chairs and Cheryl de bimbo was de winner. SHE was such a bimbo man. haha. bt she was super cute as well. Moreover, Reza ( i hope i get his name correctly), was so farni. He did a slut dance ard Cheryl and boy was he good! Just a mad bunch, de whole lot of them. haha. ALL FUN FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up wif Di as well yesterdae. Supposed to study bt he was sick. I hope his sickness flies awae. I dunnoe bt i suddenly missed him a lot wen i came back home. Like realization hit me tad i been searchin fer smeone like him all ma life n wen i found him i dunnoe whether i cherish him enough. u all get wad i mean? u dun noe wad u hve till u realise it has been de one thing u hve been wantin fer all yr life? I dunnoe and tads de wae i feel bout Di. He really does make me feel tad way whereas all ma failed other relationships havent. Im gonna take this as a good sign n hope fer de best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait fer THE OMEN. wanna watch. wanna watch. :P. okie gotta mug. cya ard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114913407910906364?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114913407910906364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114913407910906364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114913407910906364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114913407910906364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114913407910906364' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114890174104951672</id><published>2006-05-29T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:22:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe its block test 2 alredy. i cant believe half a year has gone by so so fast alredy. i have been procastinating the thoughts of studyin bt looks as though i do have to get down to it. argh. stress. actually de problem is tad i dun feel stressed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YET&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; i was watchin episodes of desperate housewives all in a jumbled order. haha. i do get irritated wen they say " previously on desperate housewives....." n im goin damn! i haven watched tad or have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae studying was done at farrer park again. we din study cos Di din bring books with him as he met me straight afta meetin up wif his makkals at tekka. haha. on the contrary, he was dere with his dad n dey were gettin flight tickets to sri lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm everybody on this side of ma family is gettin so hyped bout de big function in malaysia tad its almost unbearable. EVERYONE is talking bout it n de past part is that im not even going. i dun want to feel as though i losing out on anything. everybody is tryin to brainwash me ito goin. NOOOOOOOOOO.. i dun wanna go. although the idea of travelling in a bus filled with ma relatives seems so so appealing. i still remember de last function we attended like tad. it was super awesome. everybody was screamin n having fun. now its like de wedding.. mayb i might just go fer de reception! NOOOOOOOOOOOO... i cannot afford to go. sacrifices were made fer me n its only fair tad i return de favour. was talkin to jayan a while ago. he's funny. bt a real good fren as well. hopefully i catch up wit him n spend quality time with him. had a long talk wit tahir as well yesterdae. if i dun cal u it doesnt mean i hve forgotten u.. it just means i dun wanna be de person puttin in 100% all de time wen u obviously arent de same. i tink im a bit mre mature den tad. cousins are ppl im thankful fer and grateful to alwaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven forgotten any of u ppl. jus tad im really sick and tired of some n i begin to notice some of de imperfections tad seemed so obvious all de time long. i dunnoe. i feel as though ma jc class understands me better den anybody else or any of de frens i have had so far. not to mention shobah , ma dear junior turned close fren over msn, vikie darlin as alwaes.. shobah is a girl really mature fer her age n goodness hopefully she gets wad she wants. anything im here fer u babe! flubber n da bomb n drama mama n voracious n de whole class jus make me feel happy. i hope i  show ma appreciation. class wldnt be class without these unique individuals. love ya all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114890174104951672?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114890174104951672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114890174104951672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114890174104951672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114890174104951672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114890174104951672' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114847278744287919</id><published>2006-05-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:13:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gettin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;. seriously. im eatin loads n loads n loads of junkie food n im NOT at all doin any goddamn exercise. i need to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more happier note, life's good. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; good todae. i had a movie marathon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it started from yesterdae nite. watched scary movie 4, it was super super funny!!! , a must see fer its lameness, followed by the producers n a movie called glory road which i dun tink is gonna be screened in singapore. Bt of de 3, glory road is the one to catch. its bout texas in the 80s n hw dey were super racist against blacks n stuff. den dere will be this basketball coach who will start a team full of blacks!!! n guess who is like de lead , the guy who comes in despo wives, caleb's brother, betty applewhite's son, HOTTTT stuff. n a lot of topless dudes. Black.. as in not black.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROTHA&lt;/span&gt; dudes... hot hot hot. bt de story line is good. super super good so wad u waitin fer? go watch it now. haven watched the da vinci code. savin de best fer de last. i watched poseidon n silent hill as well. gonna watch failure to launch now. tmr im gonna be like retellin lyrics frm de movies man. the producers is a farni movie. its really corny n farni. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell no offence to ma chinese babes bt this really&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; CHINNA&lt;/span&gt; woman is in ma hse rite now tyin to sell water. like wad de hell n she is orderin us around. she is askin us to off de tv, on the lights, lower de volume of de tv. im gettin irritated. go back to china woman n i cant stand her fake accent. n bloody hell she gave ma dad a cd n asked us to put it on RIGHT NOW wen ma mama is watchin her indian serials!!! nobody wants yr water woman!!! run awae.. begone. disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114847278744287919?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114847278744287919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114847278744287919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114847278744287919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114847278744287919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114847278744287919' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114839185088038444</id><published>2006-05-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:44:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hve been tagged by FLUBBERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka weiyan hussein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIST 5 POINTLESS (OR NOT) CONFESSIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.) I dance in the toilet n slip n fall 3/4 of de time..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.) Everytime i tink of death, somebody really dies in ma family! scary!!! but true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.) &lt;em&gt;Dancing turns me on. high. wadeva u call it. not even sex can come close to wad i experience wen dere is good music n groovy moves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.) I am jealous of ma bro at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.)He really completes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114839185088038444?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114839185088038444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114839185088038444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114839185088038444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114839185088038444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114839185088038444' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114813514987075311</id><published>2006-05-20T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:25:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us are actin cute here n i cant believe it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wad u get. wen u add a mum whu just went fer a facial n a girl whu jus went fer a haircut. narcisttic ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114813514987075311?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114813514987075311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114813514987075311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114813514987075311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114813514987075311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114813514987075311' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114787244275689393</id><published>2006-05-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:27:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was absolutely awesome. the feeling of holding n hoping on. de anxiety could be felt in each n every saint. we were dwn by 3-10. i thot it was over when de RJC boys ran to their sch mates n asked dem to cheer even louder. i hoped de rjc boys werent let dwn by their cheering. in fact i think that it was their cheering that motivated them to play even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really got no words to describe todae. if u missed it, too bad, cos &lt;em&gt;u really should have been dere man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is de time wen i can proudly say " ONCE A SAINT, ALWAYS A SAINT".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114787244275689393?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114787244275689393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114787244275689393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114787244275689393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114787244275689393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114787244275689393' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114783592735735978</id><published>2006-05-17T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:18:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!!!! dere is no econs now. n we r all sittin down in de library using the computers. I wonder why Mrs Wong cancelled tutorial today, whatever the reason was, it was surely to our benefit. School is a joy to begin wit. Family is like an eye with soreness affecting it at times n eye droplets needed. Friends are superb n Spiderman is de thread that holds me together so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a mini bonding session with Weiyan, Jo n Co just now. Interestingly, I found out some stuff bout weiyan tad i din really knoe n im thankful fer tad n i wish her all de best. Den wad else did we do... nth much. I am really occupied with endless homework n essays to be done constantly given to me by ma tutition teacher so that i do nt lose out n get too complacent. I also have to seriously start muggin fer BT2!!!! which is like so so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panic attack!!! Panic attack!!! i need to start soon. Its now or never!!! DO OR DIEEEEEEEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was jus exaggeration on ma part. Ignore that. Im super mad nowadays n most of de times i cant wait fer de week to end. Ma whole family is going to Malaysia on June 10 fer ma cousin's wedding. Tejesh, ma penpal frm aussie, just sent me a mail confirming that he would b dere. I still haven quite decided whether i wanna go or nt. I have a feelin I wont b able to get into tad studyin mood if i go n come. On the other hand, if i saty in singapore, i dun tink i will b studyin during that duration where ma parents are nt here. it will be partying all de wae with ma cousins!!! we shall see how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant wait fer fridae. n i got one new reader fer ma blog. HI !!! :)&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/12256619-114783592735735978?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114783592735735978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114783592735735978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114783592735735978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114783592735735978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114783592735735978' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114766387091848946</id><published>2006-05-15T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:31:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we frm a dysfunctional family. it started wit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture is nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sathia ka being mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raveen baby's burpdae was also celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mothers dae cake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma mumsie feedin her mumsie cake. look at santosh baby squashin de cake in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mothers dae cake. at apollo banana leaf restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this pic soooooooo bloody cute. ma granny feedin ma grandpa de mothers dae cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/HPIM1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/HPIM1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114766387091848946?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114766387091848946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114766387091848946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114766387091848946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114766387091848946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114766387091848946' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114749780921158014</id><published>2006-05-13T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:07:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterdae was de college play. i met up wif d at bout 5 in clementi n went to get a mothers dae prezzie fer ma mum first. bought her a handbag like de ones i carry.. hopefully she likes it. after tad both of us proceeded to NUS. he was tellin me he felt a bit awkward cos it was his first time in NUS n tad he n NUS veri veri far n . he was sooooooooooooo adorable. den i kept on reassuring him tad verything wld b alrite even though i wasnt quite sure he enjoyed de 2 plays. bt he told it will alwaes be fun cos he was watchin it wit me!!! hahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really missed him n no one has ever treated me like de wae he has so far in a relationship. he is a perfect gentleman. iim his first. i wish i could say de same fer him bt reality check!!! he's nt ma first however i wish he wld b ma last. lets jus go wif de flow n see where de road leads both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114749780921158014?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114749780921158014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114749780921158014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Because of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first so called tuition fees n i wanted to spend it on you. u said we were nt appreicating u. u said we dun care bout u. u said we consider u like a maid. i wanted to prove otherwise n look where tad got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nt angry. im just hurt. everytime i retaliate thru ma actions, u tel me u love me. u sure dun show it. i tried to. i wanted to bring u to orchard n since u have neva eaten at pastamania.. i wanted to bring u dere n go a bit of window shopping. i dun understand wads wrong wif goin fer dinner at 7? NORMAL ppl go out at 7!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorrie if u r like still living in de past n in de typical manner where ppl eat at 6!! i starved de whole dae fer this cos i thot wow im actually gonna spend sum quality time wit u n u noe hve one of those bondin sessions bt u just had to spoil it n u throw tad guilt trip on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so obvious u angry at sumone else cos if nt u wont b all angsty and stuff. i told u we were going to go to de playground n i wld b back. u knew i was all confirmed bout todae. u tell me u starved de whole dae. dun u tink i did de same? after all..we r off de same blood remember!!!oh ya... i forget i dun tink u even consider me to be tad. u tell me tad u dun say anything to hurt me bt de truth is it does smetimes n yet u dun do anything bout it. its like im becomin mre mature n ure becomin mre childish. talk bout being ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick and tired of being a scapegoat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114691419542136862?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114691419542136862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114691419542136862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114691419542136862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114691419542136862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114691419542136862' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114662260025677732</id><published>2006-05-03T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:16:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>during GP nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics n commmunism n socialism n facism all in ma head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naked pics of tom welling can be found on yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovery made by me n sangita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it lasts fer a long time more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a better person now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114662260025677732?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114662260025677732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114662260025677732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114662260025677732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114662260025677732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114662260025677732' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114587784973592975</id><published>2006-04-24T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:08:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totallie blur. bt tad was de birthdae boi being carried by tahir n frens to give him a birthdae bashing. he really got a good hard one with red marks all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/Picture%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random picture taken. dey were sitting rite beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/Picture%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahir n company in de oceanzzzzzzzzz. dere were like 12 of dem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/1600/Picture%20032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7164/1029/320/Picture%20032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus on de wae to palawan beach.&lt;br /&gt;before i forget i better write this all down. on a more happier note, TEKKA is nt a bad place to study. Farrer Road i mean. Absolutely wonderful. We were doing 3/4 talkin n 1/4 studyin eh. bt all was good. saturdae met again in de mornin n went to geylang east lib. i din even knoe such a place existed. n we were studyin dere as well. this was all serious studying. aft which i went to palawan beach!!! to meet tahir n gang wit ma cousin nani. It was sooooooooo fun. . I mean all was good cos i tink everyone enjoyed themselves n de guys were really sporting. dere were two guys whu also did sum sexy shakira moves as well. cool friends tahir has gt. million thanks to thair fer invitin me. seriously, i had ma doubts at first cos i kept on tellin him tad i din wanna go cos dere were so many guys bt due to his persuasion n endless grumblings, i had to go. besides, tahir alwaes comes fer everything i cal him fer so its only fair tad i return him de favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114587784973592975?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114587784973592975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114587784973592975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114587784973592975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114587784973592975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114587784973592975' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256619.post-114553713612801890</id><published>2006-04-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:45:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gettin neck aches often nowadays n i feel as though im in lalaland. i cant wait to get home each dae n turn on de computer. spiderman really completes me. im a much happier person n i hve a better relationship wit ma family. i tend to listen a lot n he listens to me a lot. hopefully we dun rush into anything really soon. he n i had a real goooooood longggggg talkbout stuff n we wanna achieve our goals first. we both wanna be presidents of our repective countries so tads a log wae ahead n smth tad we are lookin to achieve together. hopefully we become presidents man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are goin to tekka of all places. god be wit us.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da land of makkalzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256619-114553713612801890?l=streethippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/feeds/114553713612801890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256619&amp;postID=114553713612801890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114553713612801890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256619/posts/default/114553713612801890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streethippo.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114553713612801890' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584188869015774563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
