<?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-13184113</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:13:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar-sweet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13184113.post-6899152211000263199</id><published>2007-08-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:15:38.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S OVER&lt;br /&gt;THE EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL EVER EXAMS IN RGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost in tears singing along with songs I haven't heard in months. This is joy and satisfaction after enduring a year of unprecedented pain, disappointment and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yet i'll miss it all, i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-6899152211000263199?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6899152211000263199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=6899152211000263199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6899152211000263199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6899152211000263199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-over-exams-final-exams-final-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-7120405176992581707</id><published>2007-08-02T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:18:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULES:1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the last title of the song as the subject.&lt;br /&gt;4. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY ?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning – Maroon5 [hmmm. A way to digress?]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful – Rihanna [I am SO NOT!]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;crawling – Linkin Park [hahah like them crawling?]&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;glamorous - Fergie [oh yeahh! Everyday :D]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;this ain’t a scene – Fall out boy [to. not. create. a. scene. ?]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;give it to me timbaland ft. Nelly furtado [mhmm, I’ll take anything you give me!]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;sexyback - JT [hahah TOTALLY]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;my love - JT [my loves (:]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;sweet escape – gwen stefani [yeah how to escape]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?&lt;br /&gt;summer love – Justin Timberlake [my loves throughout all the seasons]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;pump it - BEP [haaaaaa? now that really sounds silly. it doesn't even make sense.]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;smile – Lily Allen [i want to smile when i grow up. such ambitions.]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;points of authority – Linkin Park [yeah, LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;in da club (dirrrty) – 50cent [HAHA the most hilarious yet. imagine them grooving to 50cent?!]WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you (clean) -akon [ahh funkay! just the song]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;London bridge – Fergie [here i am dead, there they are dancing to fergie]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;smack that – Akon [smack what? lol]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;like a boy – Ciara [to be(come) like a boy? that’s not really scary]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;behind these hazel eyes – Kelly Clarkson [hidden behind them]&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;fergalicious - Fergie [haha bootylicious!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-7120405176992581707?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/7120405176992581707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=7120405176992581707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/7120405176992581707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/7120405176992581707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/08/rules1.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-1203104546865810813</id><published>2007-07-28T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:41:06.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister comes back home after watching HP&amp;Order.&lt;br /&gt;'how was the movie?'&lt;br /&gt;'it was okay.. they changed alot of stuff.'&lt;br /&gt;'the fred &amp;amp; george exit scene was so cool! too bad they die in deathly hallows..'&lt;br /&gt;'EH!! don't tell me that!'&lt;br /&gt;'you mean you don't know? you haven't read it?'&lt;br /&gt;'I know fred dies.. I didn't know george too..'&lt;br /&gt;'oh no george just loses a ear.'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG DON'T TELL ME!!'&lt;br /&gt;'you know who else dies?'&lt;br /&gt;'EHHH!' -cups ears and whines&lt;br /&gt;'on page 56..'&lt;br /&gt;'SHUT UP! GO AND DIE I HATE YOU!' -stomps away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do you know the ending of deathly-'&lt;br /&gt;'AMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!' -screams and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these hp fanatics. so amusing! i just flipped to the last page: his scar hadn't hurt for 19 years. ALL WAS WELL. lousy ending! nannu if you're being kaypoh reading this, don't blame me for spoiling it for you. alright, off to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my life I worked to prove everyone wrong. It's time I worked to prove me right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-1203104546865810813?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1203104546865810813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=1203104546865810813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/1203104546865810813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/1203104546865810813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-sister-comes-back-home-after.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-6194021877768583501</id><published>2007-07-21T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:51:16.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RqKbap3rppI/AAAAAAAAACU/qPTCwPgjoDA/s1600-h/IMG_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089801411100386962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RqKbap3rppI/AAAAAAAAACU/qPTCwPgjoDA/s320/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RqKba53rpqI/AAAAAAAAACc/qL0n0mN-V4I/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089801415395354274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RqKba53rpqI/AAAAAAAAACc/qL0n0mN-V4I/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHD OCIS (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-6194021877768583501?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6194021877768583501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=6194021877768583501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6194021877768583501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6194021877768583501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/07/rhd-ocis.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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/_E0-sTltOI5E/RqKbap3rppI/AAAAAAAAACU/qPTCwPgjoDA/s72-c/IMG_0185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13184113.post-1147833069224588281</id><published>2007-06-20T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:25:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlU5EYCT5I/AAAAAAAAACM/_OnR3gTQaQU/s1600-h/Part+FIve.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078183394240778130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlU5EYCT5I/AAAAAAAAACM/_OnR3gTQaQU/s320/Part+FIve.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlUtUYCT4I/AAAAAAAAACE/YlDcAvXNs9c/s1600-h/Part+FOur.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078183192377315202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlUtUYCT4I/AAAAAAAAACE/YlDcAvXNs9c/s320/Part+FOur.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlUi0YCT3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jVvzdIhtWNQ/s1600-h/Part+THree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078183011988688754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlUi0YCT3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jVvzdIhtWNQ/s320/Part+THree.bmp" 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/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlUOkYCT2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rqIk2t2WbGM/s1600-h/Part+TWo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182664096337762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlUOkYCT2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rqIk2t2WbGM/s320/Part+TWo.bmp" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlTu0YCT1I/AAAAAAAAABs/HjN8qUpyeAg/s1600-h/Part+ONe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182118635491154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlTu0YCT1I/AAAAAAAAABs/HjN8qUpyeAg/s320/Part+ONe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-1147833069224588281?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1147833069224588281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=1147833069224588281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/1147833069224588281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/1147833069224588281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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/_E0-sTltOI5E/RnlU5EYCT5I/AAAAAAAAACM/_OnR3gTQaQU/s72-c/Part+FIve.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13184113.post-3349600773329152157</id><published>2007-06-19T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:51:39.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. Love, when in contradiction (might i add in moderation, or at least with appreciation)grows in strength. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Zahir&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't typically find myself reading a book with such an incredulous plot - A man (the author himself) in search of his wife (his fourth) who forsook him for no apparent reason. The book did promise that 'his search for her -and for the truth of his own life- leads him into a new understanding of the nature of love, the power of destiny and what it really means to follow your heart.' That's no empty promise though. What I have quoted is definitely inadequate in reflecting this. I really like the author's honest approach, in sharing every aspect of his life, from his promiscuous affairs to admitting his incompetencies and most importantly, extracting insights from them. Okay, i'm not writing a book review here. But it's not my intention to promote it either. I just felt it amusing for me to be reading such a book, and yet be so immersed in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of insights, today's geog group meeting was rather enlightening. It had nothing to do with geog (precisely why). We pretty much digressed everytime the urge to start on our intended discussion arose. We talked about the holocaust, 9/11, iraq conflict, and inevitably came to the root cause of resentment towards these tragedies: Death. Morbid morbid morbid. I always knew it was morbid, because it marked the end. I knew it was inevitable, something that would definitely hunt me down someday. But I readily accepted it. And I realised today it was because it always felt so distant, and i never fully comprehended the implications. Then today maria goes: '70 years is very short. Life is very short.' Suvee: 'Can you imagine, when you die, you're just gone. An insignificant soul that just vanished.' And then what? Nothing. Nothing at all! Ripped of all consciousness, just a rotting piece of corpse buried beneath a RIP rock that stands as evidence of your existence. Whether I die as Isaac Newton or Jane Doe, it wouldn't make any difference to me in the end. From a selfish perspective, whatever knowledge I've gained, contributions I've made, changes I've brought about, would be of no significance to me anymore. Nothing to savour or despise, no pleasure or pain. No wonder people conjure up theories of heaven and hell and life-after-death, just to comfort themselves that there is no absolute end. But what if there is no such thing. This is my last chance, the 70+ years I've got (hopefully at least that) to take advantage of everything the presence of consciousness has to offer to me, to make full use of my potential. It's definitely more complicated than that, but the revelation might serve as a beginning. Yeah suvee, some day when I'm rich and famous, I'll quote you lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on from love &amp; death (psh such an oximoron pair), I realised I've been listening to a mixture of songs (or rather genre/lang etc) lately, apart from the usual mainstream eng pop. Here's the hit list!:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Maula Mere Maula (Roopkumar Rathod)&lt;/strong&gt;Supremely divine! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Piya re piya re (Khailesh Kher)&lt;/strong&gt;Thoshi sang this on 'Voice of India'. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Unnale Unnale (Karthik :D &amp; Harini)&lt;/strong&gt; The best tamil song of late. Harris Jayaraj.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Summer Love (Justin Timberlake)&lt;/strong&gt; He's seriously the best. The whole album's rocking.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Over and Over (Three Days Grace)&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks bitch for the song!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Better than me (Hinder)&lt;/strong&gt;I love the chorus!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Love Today (Mika)&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks 50cent for this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RneysEYCTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/t53OLElVFMc/s1600-h/Ice!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RneysEYCTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/t53OLElVFMc/s320/Ice!+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077723575042068274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-skating! Fell 3 frigging times and froze numb. Fun nonetheless. RMUN was a blast! Glad I met people like thilanga, dinah, stef, nadiah, suren, akash. HRC &lt;3! but darn, my comp got screwed and this's the only pic i've got. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Disney channel has produced yet another 'original movie': Jump In! I only watched halfway, but i've got it recorded. Pretty cool rally, actively pursuing skipping as a serious sport. We SHOULD start a jump rope cca in jc izzah! lol. Omg there's High School Musical 2 coming too. The horror. Okay fine, i used to incessantly sing the songs from the first one, but they played it WAY too many times on disney channel, until i got sick of it. As if we have amnesia and have to be constantly reminded of its existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HAGRID TO FIND ME AND TAKE ME TO HOGWARTS NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! To think, i actually used to practice saying wingardium liviosa and stay up late on my 11th, 12th &amp; 13th birthday waiting for a damn owl to deliver me an invitation! harhar. I've grown out of that fantasy now, just looking forward to the movie (July 12th!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/like a hunchback mocking the camel's humps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-3349600773329152157?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/3349600773329152157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=3349600773329152157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/3349600773329152157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/3349600773329152157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-is-untamed-force.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RneysEYCTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/t53OLElVFMc/s72-c/Ice!+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13184113.post-6271791980073364181</id><published>2007-04-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:31:34.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The matched got postponed. AGAIN! Two days in a row. But we had lots of fun on thursday celebrating Miss Chng's birthday haha. Semi-finals against DAMAI! Ah we went through this anxiety twice which ended anti-climax. Hopefully on monday we will play, and PWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xmX9ku2c1B8/s1600-h/bdivemodef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253727615286274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xmX9ku2c1B8/s320/bdivemodef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All emo, as it rains. Again. Bah! We prayed for good weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tJj9JBZGEeA/s1600-h/bdivcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253727615286290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tJj9JBZGEeA/s320/bdivcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so since it was confirmed to be postponed, we decided to go ahead with the 'CELEBRATE MISS CHNG'S (coach) SURPRISE BIRTHDAY' mission! Nice cake huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g0DmedT9EW4/s1600-h/bdivlickcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253727615286306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g0DmedT9EW4/s320/bdivlickcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang the song, gave her a new adidas bag with lots of little stuff for her inside from everyone (a survival kit for netball matches!) &amp; a nice card from bdiv. And she promises to stay with raffles! She's so bribe-able lol. Then she had to leave, leaving the cake with us. Nyeheheh. CAKE FIGHT! (after we ate 9/10th of it of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDfvJtfDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWZTwp0vfOE/s1600-h/bdivalljump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253731910253618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDfvJtfDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWZTwp0vfOE/s320/bdivalljump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDfvJtfEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ToJDziboXF4/s1600-h/bdivcleanvsdirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253731910253634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDfvJtfEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ToJDziboXF4/s320/bdivcleanvsdirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUMP!                                                                             The Washed &amp; Clean VS The Dirty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDF3fJtfGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fo_6rXJFGo8/s1600-h/bdivposev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053256338955402338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDF3fJtfGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fo_6rXJFGo8/s320/bdivposev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDF3fJtfHI/AAAAAAAAABE/h_6fvmFW2Gk/s1600-h/bdivposewtrophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053256338955402354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDF3fJtfHI/AAAAAAAAABE/h_6fvmFW2Gk/s320/bdivposewtrophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDF3PJtfFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CiD-jrflxXg/s1600-h/bdivhugpole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053256334660435026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDF3PJtfFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CiD-jrflxXg/s320/bdivhugpole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random poses. Haha the champion trophy was photoshopped in. Hey we got it for zonals, we're gonna nail it for Nationals too! Just a Damai &amp; TK away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDHyvJtfJI/AAAAAAAAABU/rvzjn_TUXcg/s1600-h/bdivjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053258456374279314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDHyvJtfJI/AAAAAAAAABU/rvzjn_TUXcg/s320/bdivjump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this pose! The clean people in front doing a 'bimb cheerleader' pose as they call it and the dirty people jumping at the back. Haha Wan ting &amp; Bren are lurking somewhere behind Cheryl &amp;amp; I. And wenqi looks amazed lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO RAFFLES BDIV&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-6271791980073364181?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6271791980073364181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=6271791980073364181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6271791980073364181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6271791980073364181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/04/matched-got-postponed.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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/_E0-sTltOI5E/RiDDffJtfAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xmX9ku2c1B8/s72-c/bdivemodef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13184113.post-6976193046898917828</id><published>2007-04-14T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:31:40.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LINKIN PARK - What I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/sg0Cayn6IH/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/sg0Cayn6IH/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;THEY'RE FINALLY BACK! My sec 1 craze. The video's really good too, but i agree with the irony. 'Wearing a coat made of 40 cows and whining about the world's destruction' haha. I'm hoping there'd be more of the traditional 'emo' tracks in the album. I mean that's their forte! This stuff doesn't match up to their image. If they're going for a major transition, i violently object! The world's got enough preachers anyway, needs more who practice. Ah well, I'm going to GET that album anyway! MAY 14th! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-6976193046898917828?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6976193046898917828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=6976193046898917828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6976193046898917828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/6976193046898917828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/04/linkin-park-what-i-done.html' title='LINKIN PARK - What I&amp;#39;ve Done'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-5930538297628568166</id><published>2007-04-14T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:14:57.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Class Heroes - Cupid's Chokehold</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/Ny9eDMgueB/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/Ny9eDMgueB/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Top on my list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-5930538297628568166?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5930538297628568166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=5930538297628568166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/5930538297628568166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/5930538297628568166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/04/gym-class-heroes-cupid-chokehold.html' title='Gym Class Heroes - Cupid&amp;#39;s Chokehold'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-4430128595166870631</id><published>2007-04-14T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:13:16.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maroon 5 - makes me wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/pEvqMV4URA/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/pEvqMV4URA/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;they're back after 5 years! okay i'm not that big a fan but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-4430128595166870631?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/4430128595166870631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=4430128595166870631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/4430128595166870631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/4430128595166870631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2007/04/maroon-5-makes-me-wonder.html' title='maroon 5 - makes me wonder'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116686730024519566</id><published>2006-12-22T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T06:44:49.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faves at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;singer : karthik&lt;br /&gt;actor : jude law&lt;br /&gt;song : dhoom again&lt;br /&gt;movie : the holiday&lt;br /&gt;book : picadilly jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the holidays have been a blast! and really tiring at many points. so i'm back at the painfully familiar point where ambitious plans and time-tables are confined to a single post-it on my reminders board. even blogging, despite out of that list, had been postponed for a week now. productivity and tiring aside, the india trip we went for through the school was just AWESOME! extra extra emphasis on the adjective. there couldn't be a better way for us to bond and have so much fun! yeah about the learning about the places part, i have to refresh sometime soon, hopefully (much to the disappointment of my parents i couldn't even recall at which towns i took the respective pictures). the weeks with my relatives after the trip wasn't as exciting but really refreshing and fruitful. got to spend time with my grannys and great grandmothers and cousins and buy lots of chudithars! :D and somehow, despite visiting my homeland almost every year since i migrated here, this time was really something different. i was able to analyse and appreciate the lifestyle there, and come to understand the elders' past and expectations. there was so much to learn this time. including the effects of procastinating self-training even with skipping rope and weights at hand. i couldn't even touch a single net and keep up with shuffling and running when i got back! okay major catching up to do. totally rusty! but all in all, best india trip for hols so far (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/320/818178/100_1062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sixum family in bed! parents, children, grandparents and pet naked molerat(myself)&lt;br /&gt;included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/1600/728314/100_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/320/675316/100_1100.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;Bay of Bengal Begums! At Bay of Bengal Beach.&lt;br /&gt;thus, the name.&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/1600/96969/100_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/320/411730/100_1152.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;Elephant at thanjavoor temple! that cool vanangufying it's doing costs Rs 10.&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/1600/679957/DSC05448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6000/406/320/427821/DSC05448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bus broke down at padma seshadhri school right and we were all bored waiting so we took random pictures. this is a classic attitude picture. supposed to look 'dao' see. but we unpros sorn arathi and i didn't execute it very well. cos sorn was quite agitated by my random pose thinking i was going to dig her nose or something haha. and arathi was jiggling next to me laughing at don't-know-what and cropping my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116686730024519566?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116686730024519566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116686730024519566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116686730024519566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116686730024519566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/12/faves-at-moment-singer-karthik-actor.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116677177948454291</id><published>2006-12-21T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:16:19.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;12 Days of Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116677177948454291?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116677177948454291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116677177948454291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116677177948454291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116677177948454291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-days-of-christmas-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116366976708417868</id><published>2006-11-16T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:36:07.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yogi B n Nachathira  Feat Lock Up  -  Madai Thiranthu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/xbBsDOzxZlU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/xbBsDOzxZlU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think this is an AWESOME tamil hip hop remix! really hope to see more of this in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116366976708417868?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116366976708417868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116366976708417868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116366976708417868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116366976708417868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/11/yogi-b-n-nachathira-feat-lock-up-madai.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116316782037494570</id><published>2006-11-10T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:10:20.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Loserland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/hPRhiOh0OVk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/hPRhiOh0OVk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;taken at last year's 209 chalet &lt;3 haha totally retarded but original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116316782037494570?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116316782037494570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116316782037494570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116316782037494570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116316782037494570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/11/loserland-taken-at-last-years-209.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116316690814165591</id><published>2006-11-10T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:55:08.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BEEP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/XsJw2mAmQmg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/XsJw2mAmQmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;RETARDED MUCH! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116316690814165591?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116316690814165591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116316690814165591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116316690814165591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116316690814165591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/11/beep-retarded-much-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116316687749646547</id><published>2006-11-10T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:54:37.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We live in singapura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/MEyqvZOstII"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MEyqvZOstII" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/13184113-116316687749646547?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116316687749646547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116316687749646547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116316687749646547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116316687749646547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-live-in-singapura.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116205548462967752</id><published>2006-10-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:49:32.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/ADISTARR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/ADISTARR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ADISTAR! WE PWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NETCARN was the most happening thing this week. but it was not so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MILO VAN. @!#$%^&amp;*()?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were just umpiring of course, throughout all three of them. but this lead to a realisation! as we grew older, we got less skilled and more violent. sec 1's games were the most safe and stable ones! sec 3's, there were triyonos and beatrices everywhere haha. there was someone who went, 'THAT WAS TRAVELLING!' and glared at me. i just shrugged. hello, who's the umpire here? and 301 apparently did very well! (: &lt;strong&gt;8th position &lt;/strong&gt;overall! for a mugger class, that's a good record. it's been fun coaching y'll. (: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO LEFT THEIR STARS WITH ME, COME BACK TO COLLECT &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;and teachers vs students game was bad ): i wasn't even feeling well the whole time, walking about the court. mr ong and mr segarra are such show offs! hahah but they're good lah nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;and there were more random OCIS outings too! to far east, plaza sing, suntec city (okay city link), and latha's house! ooh movie marathon was fun. but mistress of spices is the biggest flop ever! it's like those fairytale endings, and disconnected plots. and vettaiyaadu vilayaadu was just &lt;em&gt;freaky&lt;/em&gt;. what else would two homosexual serial killers potray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exchange students from kerala visited our school. the guys were really retarded, esp the red bag fella! hahah. but the girls put up a really nice dandiya peformance. and i was quite happy with the fact that latha and i put together a peformance overnight, and it didn't screw up : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; we watched the inconvenient truth! it was an excellent documentary but a rather tiring movie. I SHALL GO PLANT A TREE SOON! : D and the freakiest thing happened in the mrt. this random lady, slightly big sized, wearing pants and shirt, crew cut, asked me: 'how's rgs? i'm an ex-girl you know. my time was carmee lim. how's deborah tan? i heard she's very nice and sweet-looking. during our time it was all about achievements, carmee lim was very driven. when i was schooling your parents probably weren't even married! -laughs hysterically- very funny right?' i was like omg wth by now. she hardly let me say anything. and everyone else was giving us weird looks. 'oh by the way, hello, i'm -someoneforgotwho- what's your name? oh that's a special name. there was a french movie by that name you know? ah. what do you want to become when you grow up? lawyer? you're good in english? you know what, i went to nus and my whole family was surprised.  they said i was a dreamer. but i got in and my sister didn't. it was shocking, but i made it. are you a scholar? i got scholarship in german.' people get off and woman next to her politely moves aside and offers me a seat while i desperately try to signal to her i'd really rather sit somewhere else, but to no avail. 'you can speak german?' 'yeah, abit' 'oh du sprichst deutsch. -a whole paragraph in german i barely understood lol- so where are you getting off? i'm getting off at toa payoh, next stop. if you need anything, call me okay? i'll be your agony aunt. i want to keep up the rgs excellence. okay? take care ah. bye!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when i went PHEW and wth just happened?! THAT was interesting. &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to become like that when i grow up ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leadership camp, netball camp, india trip, away away away from the coming week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//cuppycake gumdrop, apple of my eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116205548462967752?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116205548462967752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116205548462967752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116205548462967752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116205548462967752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/10/adistar-we-pwn.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116053640816901420</id><published>2006-10-10T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:13:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/eoyness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/eoyness.jpg" width="379" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relieving stress. &lt;em&gt;9 more days to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116053640816901420?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116053640816901420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116053640816901420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116053640816901420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116053640816901420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/10/relieving-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-116038898710037347</id><published>2006-10-09T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:18:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/dhanyanik.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/dhanyanik.png" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhanya and myself at my birthday years ago haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a shout out to my oldest and best bud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DHANYA! &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/10/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifteen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been about five years since you left singapore and more than a year since we properly met up or even talked. but no number of years can erase the 6++ years of childhood memories we had together. it was awesome. (: thank you so much for everything dear. i'm sorry i didn't even drop you a letter all this time, i will soon! i hope you're doing great there, academics, friends, family, i wish you all the best in everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-116038898710037347?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/116038898710037347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=116038898710037347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116038898710037347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/116038898710037347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/10/dhanya-and-myself-at-my-birthday-years.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-115901301479027046</id><published>2006-09-23T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T05:03:34.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;eyebags&lt;br /&gt;walking into pillars&lt;br /&gt;dazed/stoned/zombie look&lt;br /&gt;mistaking english for physics file&lt;br /&gt;the 'huh?' or 'what the hell are you talking about' look&lt;br /&gt;wearing your p.e. shorts the other way round&lt;br /&gt;saying 'mr low' and 'miss lim'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been experiencing this for the past week? this is clearly the symptomps (okay don't correct me if the spelling's wrong. mr chua didn't know either!) from severe lack of sleep, and excessive PT-doing in front of the comp. from being aunt agony to pre-natal scan educationist to social activist (?). IT'S DRIVING EVERYONE NUTS. and a damn virus eats up all my work and i end up doing ALL of them ALL over again. i don't even get extension for ss. :/ sighh. on a higher note, i &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; be going for singapore idol results show on monday thanks to arinaa!&lt;br /&gt;okay since i'm not very fluent in communicating my thoughts, more random pictures. this is getting boring. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/MINDhunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/MINDhunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;MINDHUNTERS! a MUST-WATCH. we watched it on our way back from penang trip. i ignored the movie playing on the tv until i saw the scene of a dead cat hanging from the ceiling. oh yeah, the movie is pretty gory. but that adds to the effect. ;) it's amazing, the storyline. you never would have guessed who the killer was. hint from the poster: 'The killer isn't any smarter than they are, that's because it's one of them'. one of them from the FBI squad, sent to a deserted island for training. It's all supposed to be a simulated case, but it becomes real and everyone dies one by one in the most brutal way. but the irony is, i never found out WHY the killer killed them. HA. that's so dumb. i shall find out one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/P1010124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/P1010124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/P1010089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the SPCA! for SS project. -.- i went there to take pictures and collect some brochures, but decided to try and convince my mum to get a dog too haha. so we saw this adorable (okay not so much), QUIET, and affectionate pug right, and totally wanted to go in and touch it. so we called the lady, and she told us to be careful. i was like, it's just a harmless little puppy. I WAS SO WRONG. walking into that cage gave me a heart-attack! it was tugging at our shoe-laces and biting our shoes so violently with the freaky growling. i swear, i'll never be fooled by another innocent-looking pug again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/P1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/P1010028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blue room! my room was demolished and the living room was made bigger. so this extra study room was built. and my sis and i totally designed our table! everything's &lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;. (: and new! new shelf, new table, new curtains, new door. whoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/P1010061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/P1010061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oriental Turkish belly-dancing! hot. haha. it was really quite awesome. first time watching one. there was this woman closing her child's eyes and bringing him away saying: 'don't watch all this ah'. and the boy willingly nodded his head haha! so amusing. everyone else was mesmerised. okay, so it's pretty obscene. but the way she does it is like an art. haha. my mum even asked me if i want to learn it after that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/DSCN3600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/DSCN3600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;izzah and i at dance concert. (: it was quite fun. though the preperation and all was quite screwed up. had alot of internal conflicts. but i suppose it all ended up quite well. (: the last item we all did together with the sec fours in rgs! daww. anw, i really like the malay costumes! ours is always the same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to PTs now. PT = performance task = painful task. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now, what do we do? i'll think it thrice this time, to save myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115901301479027046?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115901301479027046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115901301479027046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115901301479027046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115901301479027046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/09/eyebags-walking-into-pillars.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-115755344252482602</id><published>2006-09-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:37:22.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;netball training&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/lfH5kya5F1I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/lfH5kya5F1I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahah i took this video for bio project on netballers' nutrition. thank you actors from rg netball! (: and of course wen qi, for putting this together. :D whoo! penang trip was the BEST. and i'm experiencing withdrawal symptoms. ): i'll update about it soon. RAFFLES NETBALL! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115755344252482602?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115755344252482602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115755344252482602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115755344252482602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115755344252482602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/09/netball-training-hahah-i-took-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-115548058248902071</id><published>2006-08-13T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:25:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/us.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;my parents &lt;333&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;I love the picture! so natural. my mum serving my dad dinner. (: and today we had katturai test (yes, despite the 6 katturais i already owe him) and there was one topic where we had to write about one person i was always thinking about. well, i thought if i wrote it was mr chandra it'd earn me easy full score haha. but i decided to talk about my parents, and since i consider them as one, i think about them always --". but somehow after i wrote that compo, i felt so much more grateful to my parents. i was trying to be politically correct in the essay, but now i agree with the points i wrote whole-heartedly. i wasn't at all prepared for it, but i guess it didn't go so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthen. SS! i was betting with amanda that he wouldn't turn up. i realised there was a pattern in the days he was absent. it's usually p-a-a-p-p-a-p-a-a-p-p-a (p=present, a=absent). as usual, the moment he came in, started writing on the board. usually he fills the board for the first 10 mins before talking, but this time he wrote one word: &lt;strong&gt;boys. &lt;/strong&gt;we stared. and went uhhh. and huh. and okkk. and errr. then we started listing all we thought about them. dug out the best words we could find: irritating, insensitive, dogmatic, chauvanistic, egoistic, lazy, poseur, himbo, insecure, realistic, practical, visual ETC. HEH. and then &lt;strong&gt;girls: &lt;/strong&gt;backstabbing, gossipping, giggly, bimbo, emotional, sensitive, sweet, beautiful, kind, gentle, graceful and so on. well the point of it was that he was trying to tell us we make sterotypes -.- okkk. he changed the boys and girls to jews and something else. and went on and on about his ridiculous stories. i'm not sure why i just wasted a paragraph on this lesson. but honestly, ss is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career guidance, threw more erasers around the room. seriously, does he not &lt;strong&gt;see &lt;/strong&gt;that NO ONE pays attention?! i feel sorry for him sometimes haha. cle i sneaked out in the name of congress and ended up chatting with latha and maria. AND trying to move a dead beetle with a tennis ball. wait, we didn't know it was dead at first so we were screaming everytime the ball almost touched it haha. and then dance auditions, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i don't feel like typing anymore. so now.. pictures again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/DSC00736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/DSC00736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niners! the first ever pic we all took together. (:&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/IMG_3727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/IMG_3727.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;301 pwned RHD! &lt;3 shi hui and gabby's not in the pic though :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115548058248902071?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115548058248902071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115548058248902071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115548058248902071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115548058248902071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-parents-333-i-love-picture-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-115522421924188884</id><published>2006-08-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:36:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;gundu test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/FVuueA73hx0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/FVuueA73hx0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;the gundu test. accurately reflects on how gundu you are. haha. this was during tamil class. when mr chandra wasn't there of course. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115522421924188884?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115522421924188884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115522421924188884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115522421924188884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115522421924188884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/08/gundu-test-gundu-test.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-115521989725129688</id><published>2006-08-10T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:34:37.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;pole-spinning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/1fhr1sSzhGo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 rounds and round the classroom! that's the game. record time: 26 secs! haha. see how you do that without feeling giddy! okay we were really bored. and our class wasn't mugging for once during free block. funfun!(: we had arm-wrestling too. http://serene.owns.it has it all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/IMG_3517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/IMG_3517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic outside class toilet! okay unnecessary details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115521989725129688?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115521989725129688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115521989725129688' title='0 Comments'/><link 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value="http://youtube.com/v/bsy8_fPXqsc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bsy8_fPXqsc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;we're tamil. don't call us chinese. is that what it means now? haha i forgot. suvi's famous chinese line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115521977743843481?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115521977743843481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115521977743843481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115521977743843481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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brought back my long-gone fears.&lt;br /&gt;I grew far from my responsibilities,&lt;br /&gt;and threw away all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time is money,&lt;br /&gt;and i, bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;When all is lost,&lt;br /&gt;and all's disrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i lived this day last,&lt;br /&gt;this day i lived least.&lt;br /&gt;In 24 hours,&lt;br /&gt;life became a beast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115521832428597359?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115521832428597359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115521832428597359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://youtube.com/v/jwVslAo8Cz8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/jwVslAo8Cz8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;HILARIOUS :D -in tune to hollaback girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115167863682371757?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115167863682371757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115167863682371757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115167863682371757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG pretty daisies at the secret garden! i think half of uk is covered in daisies! lots and lots and LOTS of em.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/100_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/100_0284.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;watching sunset for the first time was a highlight for me (: at our secret garden (i don't think we were supposed to find this place at the dalefort fieldcentre but we decided to be a little naughty xD)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/100_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/100_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynette at peace, surrounded by mountains, hills, the far far sea, the pretty garden behind and the fading sun in front. haha what a view!&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/100_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/100_0265.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;caroline our teacher at dalefort, and my bench mates (:&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/100_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/100_0280.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;sun set! oooh half the sky was a blend of bright yellow, orange and even red streaks while the other half further from the sun was a dull blue and pink. it's almost like two different worlds when you look front and back. but it was an awesome sight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fu75piJCg6Y" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEER insanity x) okay i admit we don't sing very well and laugh ALOT haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha obviously there are more pics and all but nicole's got half of my stuff and my stupid camera was protesting half the time, asking for batteries too many times. ANNOYING. so as soon as others upload their share, and i get more time, more pics!&lt;br /&gt;malaysia trip in two days for netball under17! i feel neutral. again, i'm making lots of sacrifices for this. and &lt;em&gt;i don't know why.&lt;/em&gt; sigh. &lt;strong&gt;exposure. &lt;/strong&gt;argh. i'll be taking all my hw there to FEENEESH! hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aufwiedersehen singapore! again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//what's the meaning in this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115064910253167329?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115064910253167329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115064910253167329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115064910253167329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115064910253167329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-pretty-daisies-at-secret-garden-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-115056269716324122</id><published>2006-06-17T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T05:44:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/tamilbatchmates.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/tamilbatchmates.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/tamilbatchmates.jpg"&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;myself, sorna, latha, indera, maria&lt;br /&gt;tamil batchmates! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've been TAGGED. thanks to arathi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructions: state eight different points of your ideal lover. mention gender. tag eight other ppl to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gender: male duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. brahmin and/or approved by mum (: haha&lt;br /&gt;2. witty and has a sense of humor*&lt;br /&gt;3. honest (nope, absolutely no cheating allowed)&lt;br /&gt;4. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;5. tall(er)!&lt;br /&gt;6. rrromantic, if not roman&lt;br /&gt;7. athletic&lt;br /&gt;8. attractive without carrying a magnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags:&lt;br /&gt;1. gab&lt;br /&gt;2. serene&lt;br /&gt;3. manda&lt;br /&gt;4. prince&lt;br /&gt;5. shailesh (SINCE YOU ASK you slut haha)&lt;br /&gt;6. yingshi&lt;br /&gt;7. any random priest&lt;br /&gt;8. YOU if you're reading this, you're TAGGED! and you're obliged to do this thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tagged those who weren't previously tagged, and actually blog. oh and those who wouldn't mind. you wouldn't mind, would you? haha this thing is crap. i don't even intend to put it into action. YET. nyeheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh i'm proud of my daddy (: division toastmaster of the year! cool. and two other awards. first time i went to one of his toastmasters party thing. EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS MY DAD'S YOUNG WIFE/GF what the hell HAH. and this guy asked me if i was looking for husbands cos there were plenty available. and when i said not as yet, he gave me his name card and asked me to contact him when i was ready haha geez. and another asked me if i had done my masters. DO I LOOK THAT OLD. ): well it was a pretty fun and weird evening. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uk trip was HOT! no actually it was freaking cold. but it rocked! cos no one stoned the entire trip. (: let the pictures speak the thousand words i'm lazy to type! as soon as my dad wakes up and i remember to ask him for the camera before he leaves to india at 5am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//mine, you and yours, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-115056269716324122?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115056269716324122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=115056269716324122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115056269716324122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/115056269716324122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/06/myself-sorna-latha-indera-maria-tamil.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114873847210006170</id><published>2006-05-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T07:01:12.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at changi airport now!&lt;br /&gt;gonna board in like half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;just had layam, it was ok i guess. (: mad rush heh.&lt;br /&gt;see you singapore in about 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;hope everything goes well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 nik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114873847210006170?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114873847210006170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114873847210006170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114873847210006170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114873847210006170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-changi-airport-now-gonna-board-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114757898041951742</id><published>2006-05-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:07:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywsUMuT60wM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywsUMuT60wM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch the video. really touching. (: we're so gifted just to be alive. hard to relate to it though, so sometimes watching videos that would portray an alternative pov helps. life is a fatal disease, but if the way you live it isn't compromised by factors you can't control, you're lucky enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm rapidly losing weight the past few days. i already lost tons of fluid. blood and phlegm. gross. and i'm hardly eating. duh, why waste time eating when you can be doing math? or blogging. haha. ahh i'm feeling sicker than ever. i'm not getting any better. ): 2.4km? maybe i can bid it goodbye. my 2.4's seriously jinxed this year. postponed thrice already. sigh. and layam. and singing. can't anyone understand my state of health? i &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;my responsibilities but i don't want to compromise my health for it. i won't be surprised if i end up in the hospital in a few days. &lt;strong&gt;choy.&lt;/strong&gt; but still. the rate it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please, if you can't help, at least &lt;strong&gt;understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to math. good luck to all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//ouch. much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114757898041951742?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114757898041951742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114757898041951742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114757898041951742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114757898041951742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114752196237577460</id><published>2006-05-13T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:04:29.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay! Yesterday I accomplished nothing but the proposal, and today I accomplished EVERYTHING! I finished Geog(with the help of someone, thanks to that someone), i did sufficient amounts of maths. I feel like I have achieved something! I feel so full of life and bubbly and was giggling incessantly... The amazing things that can happen when you feel happy due to the satisfaction of finishing STUPID work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and for those mundane souls out there the holy shoe in the centre belongs to Darsh. Since I was done with work and satisfied with myself, I called a friend. My friend then gave me this poem which meant a lot and struck me quite a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it.. It is untiltled though...My friend couldn't find a appropritate title which covered all feelings that are expressed in the poem...Hope it strikes you all as much as it struck me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTITLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is and art&lt;br /&gt;Questions when answered simply, prevent hurt and pain&lt;br /&gt;Why do I laugh? Why do I cry?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go when all is lost?&lt;br /&gt;Whence do I come from?&lt;br /&gt;Did I come from earth whose crushing embrace will welcome me back&lt;br /&gt;I see no light, yet see no darkness&lt;br /&gt;Suspended in reality, whose cruel laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I care not for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clash With Society;&lt;br /&gt;I come not from there&lt;br /&gt;I cannot comply with their needs&lt;br /&gt;And blind folly&lt;br /&gt;They are not me, as I was never them&lt;br /&gt;They'll comply with me before I bow&lt;br /&gt;My unwilling head to the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Steps over my grave&lt;br /&gt;Which don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the birds that gnaw upon my bones&lt;br /&gt;Not here, not there&lt;br /&gt;I am bound, by the chains of regret&lt;br /&gt;I've never cared for famous personalities&lt;br /&gt;Or meaningful words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for lack of interest but rather,&lt;br /&gt;For others to hear my voice and not my words&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when my voice is stilled&lt;br /&gt;Rent my heart, hear it bleed&lt;br /&gt;Spots on white garment&lt;br /&gt;Rip, rent, tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;Rip, rent, tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;Rip, rent, tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;Rip, rent, tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;Rip, Rent, tear me apart...&lt;br /&gt;Seeya,&lt;br /&gt;Nik&lt;br /&gt;---//note: sibi kindly posted this voluntarily. the poem, post etc. all credits got to him. there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114752196237577460?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114752196237577460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114752196237577460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114752196237577460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114752196237577460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-yesterday-i-accomplished-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114741918522248280</id><published>2006-05-11T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:33:05.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g134/niknetball/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g134/niknetball/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;niners' OCIS! (: end of last year. arathi, maria, dharsh, myself and latha (starting from the extra purple-shirted one haha). ohyes, the holy shoe in the centre too. wonder who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g134/niknetball/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g134/niknetball/IMG_2526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something so delicious, so irresistable, so &lt;u&gt;sinful&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g134/niknetball/IMG_2524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate! &lt;/strong&gt;haha serene caught me in the act. well, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;her chocolate bread. she led me into temptation! i think it was during math. maria please close one eye if you see this : D it won't happen again i promise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks to serene and her cam again for the last two pics. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh yesterday was quite fun. another school day but fun nonetheless. why ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE! -CLAP-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO!-CLAP-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE!-CLAP-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR!-CLAP-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POLICE AND THIEF! &lt;em&gt;-my daddy's a police!-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POLICE AND THIEF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIGHTING ALL DAY LONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha omg serene drove me crazy with that song &lt;strong&gt;all day&lt;/strong&gt;. i ended up singing in the end too. serene serene. you amuse me like hell sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the little boy went to school again. ): he was punctual for a few days at &lt;strong&gt;9.30am. &lt;/strong&gt;and serene and i deduced he was a naughty little boy (about 5) who ponned school everyday haha. we could see him playing at his condo near our school when we looked out the window. but he doesn't come anymore): haha. today during ss, for some reason i just opened the window to look out the window and see if he was there. and straight away mr colman chua goes: 'are you looking out for your boyfriend? sending some secret love notes out the window.. yadayada' haha nonsense. he's quite freaky sometimes. you make a small unconventional move and he spots you immedeately. O.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DIDN'T RUN 2.4KM!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha cos i was feeling really bad. feverish etc. almost went to the sick bay. besides, it rained! lightning and all. so the sec ones didn't run either. supposed to run coming monday now. hopefully i get better. tech rehearsal was not bad, quite fun actually. latha acting like some schizo freak scaring the sec ones and all haha. but she's real good. and maria drawing her silly faces again lol. i wonder if she finally got divya's right? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then whole of this morning wasted cos of housewarming function -just cos we renovated-. but yeah, i guess we owe it to god for being so lucky to live in a comfortable house in the first place. (: but sometimes i wonder, why do they burn flowers and food and stuff for god? the house was filled with smoke lah. -coughs- anyway, the food was good. and i discovered i still dont know how to wear a half sari on my own. tssk. &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; that i still can't sing in front of large audiences. i freak like hell and screw up. ): i hate my mum for forcing me to sing suddenly. rarr. i neeeeed to practice practice. but will i ever get over my fear? i just embaress myself everytime. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's been raining cats and dogs for the past few days. and omg the lightning too. &lt;strong&gt;freaky.&lt;/strong&gt; what has mankind done to anger the gods now. haha. i'm getting too superstitious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY! BACK TO MATH MUGGING NOW! &lt;/strong&gt;good luck to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;//over the seas and far away, she's waiting like an iceberg waiting to melt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114741918522248280?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114741918522248280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114741918522248280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114741918522248280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114741918522248280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/05/niners-ocis-end-of-last-year.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114725904847416791</id><published>2006-05-10T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:08:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>asdfghjkl.&lt;br /&gt;new blog layout. just for a change. but well, &lt;strong&gt;i don't like it. &lt;/strong&gt;does &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; know how to find a good blogskin? i'm tired of my old one, and this one's just &lt;strong&gt;too cute&lt;/strong&gt; for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i should be dilligently doing my math assignments, looking through math worksheets and well, practicing more math when it's less than a week away and i just brushed up on my basics. wow. but i just had this sudden urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-breakthrough news: i just recieved an air mail from rachel yeung. she sent me a birthday card plus a birthday badge! ohman rachel you rock. (: yes you treat me too well! haha. thankyou loads! &lt;33-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes. in case you forgot, -you better feel mighty guilty about that- the day the world was blessed by a gift from heaven was &lt;strong&gt;16th May 1991.&lt;/strong&gt; okay that was lame, but you get the point. *hint hint* haha. but i'm not in the birthday mood! seriously, nothing's been going right so far. i thought at least i'd be done with three tests, english ss and physics but nooo. miss polly pocket* had to screw up and we all get to do english test AGAIN. that is NOT pleasant because for ONCE i was confident about the paper. boo. ):&lt;br /&gt;*name changed to protect the privacy of the culprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what else? i got into u17 combined schools team. byebye australia. i shall not elaborate. and i have to run 2.4km tomorrow with a running nose (yay i can run with my nose tomorrow -.-) and a sickly state. yeah i didn't run with the others cos i was sick. and now i feel 10 times worse. hurray. there's chem titration next week, totally not prepared. and chem eoi the week after, where they test you on every friggin topic from the start of the year. &lt;strong&gt;not looking forward to it. &lt;/strong&gt;actually, i'm just not looking forward to seeing a repulsive gpa on my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;TH MAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;the most dreadful day. in the morning/afternoon, i have a dance performance for nus swarna competition. at 6pm, there's layam. another dance performance. at exactly 8.30pm sharp, i have to leave school and head to the airport to catch a flight at 10.55pm to get to whales. freak. i hope i survive. and i'll be sitting all alone in the plane cos i'll be checking in two days before hand so i can stay throughout layam and not check in 3 hours before instead (as required) with the others and so, i'll be sitting alone. &lt;strong&gt;bummer.&lt;/strong&gt; i don't even feel like going for the trip. thanks radhika for attempting to make it sound ever so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all this, my birthday's least of importance. someone make me smile. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's never good enough. let them all slip through my fingers, despite trying so hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last note: r&amp;amp;b is officially my favourite genre now. 50 cent! haha. oh and congrats kitbi on your new blog. don't let it die. learn from others' mistakes. -ahem- hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// - --- -- -------- --- - ----- ---- ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114725904847416791?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114725904847416791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114725904847416791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114725904847416791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114725904847416791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/05/asdfghjkl.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114632229655703315</id><published>2006-04-29T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:51:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the next updation within minutes. how priveleged ARE you! but i'm too lazy to type. soo... PICTURES! : D ----credits to serene. thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 301's very own sleeping beauties : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah. give it up to suv! caught during almost EVERY lesson. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleepsleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleepsleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; urmila and laasya on top, evelyn right below. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awww. arina sleeping on her big pink lips (stuffed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c267/digitalise/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gab and jasmine! -as maria talks to miss neo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay lah, serene and i slept too! but decided not to post that pic HEHE. more up later. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;//echo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114632229655703315?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114632229655703315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114632229655703315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114632229655703315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114632229655703315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/04/next-updation-within-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-114207089758341989</id><published>2006-03-11T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:26:39.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurray! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;NOTE: THE FIRST PART IS SUPER OUTDATED BUT WHAT FOLLOWS IS WELL.. MORE UPDATED?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to a realisation that recent events have flooded my memory-box. thus, i have finally decided to cast them away here. (: haha okay that was lame. omg. blogging feels so alien suddenly. i don't even know what to type despite the countless thoughts clogging my head. haha. okay basically, this is the agenda for today's entry (starting from the least recent):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ri all arts&lt;br /&gt;2. netball finals&lt;br /&gt;3. house renovation&lt;br /&gt;4. swim carn&lt;br /&gt;5. class relay &amp; U17 selections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i HAD to do that. or i'd definitely forget something. okay, ri all arts. yeah it's kinda LONG back but i didn't have the chance to talk about it much. well, i seriously thought we did a great job. i mean especially the choreography and the actual dance itself. we put in so much effort to perfect it and looking at the video, it was evident. but apparently some people thought it deserved nothing more than consolation. that meant we wouldn't go into the finals. we were obviously shocked when we realised that, and we still are. but that's not cos we were complacent or anything. we didn't even underestimate the other schools. but looking at the feedback we got, the standards of the schools that did get in to the finals, it was quite unbelievable. well i guess as long as politics is here to stay, unbelievable would be a harsh word to use. congratulations to the schools that got in anyway. good for you the judges are on your side. as for us, i still think we rocked. (: thanks varsha and piriya, for all that effort you put in to the dance choreography and every single dance practice teaching us the steps, trying to keep us focused with all the nagging yet lightening up the atmosphere with your wit and humor, and putting up with all our digressions, absence (cos of our other commitments) and unpunctuality (wait is there such a word? heh). (: thanks sutha for patiently teaching me the steps i missed and just being there as a fellow yeshodha and friend. (: thanks aruna for all the times you amused us by haressing the green board (i imagine who you were thinking of then? hahaha) and of course being a wonderful yeshodha. (: thanks radhika for being my dear little krishna (despite the several times you abused your mummy! hahah) and a totally awesome dancer - you never screw up, trust me. (: thanks aneesha for all the hard work you put into this dance (you're probably the only one who remembered all the steps perfectly way before everyone else even though you started after all of us! heheh) and laughing your head off for practically everything (funny or not). hahaha. (: and lastly, thanks madhu for being a superly bouncy and adorable krishna and accompanying me home in 156 after every dance prac. (: and dear, i DID NOT forget your original birthday. hahaha! oh yes, thanks lakshmi for your constructive criticism (really really helped), milos and support. (: haha wow that was long. but point is, though we didn't make it, we formed unforgettable bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-guess i wrote too much by then, fell asleep, and decided to continue a few months later (: -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NETBALL FINALS : WE LOST. BY 21 TO IJ. but we played beautifully and that's what matters. : D we're a TEAM! -&lt;em&gt;hahaha BRENDA LOOKS CONSTIPATED IN THE PAPERS! HEHE-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE RENOVATION: OVERR! living room looks beeg beeeg and pretty (: I LOVE THE TOILETS! hahaha but study room has to improve a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIM CARN AND SPORTS FEST: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HADLEY ROCKED MAN! : D duhh. expected. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CLASS RELAY AND DECOR: WE ROCKED THEM ALL! : D 2nd for class relay and 1st for decor! 301 the ultimate. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U17/19: heh. got in yay. (: had the training camp today from 9am to 6pm. tomorrow same thing. it's so super intense! THE HEAT KILLS. it's bad enough how chocolate i was, now it's dark chocolate. eeks. but more than that it was draining our energy. almost dying on court. but it was FUN nonetheless! ohyeah during lunch, paula was telling us ALL sorts of ghost stories about various schools. FREEEEAAAAKKYYY. but i refused to listen after a while haha. she makes them all sound so.. REEEAAAALLL. &lt;em&gt;anw&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;paula, i still think serene fits you. hahah. &lt;/em&gt;ah well! one more day to go. : D funfunfun. just that i have to mug non-stop for LABOUR day when i come back. it is after all meant for more labour. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//it isn't all about the coconut you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-114207089758341989?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/114207089758341989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=114207089758341989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114207089758341989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/114207089758341989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/03/hurray.html' title='hurray! (:'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-113913621844705214</id><published>2006-02-05T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T03:20:05.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rocking good---</title><content type='html'>okay i'm giving myself exactly 8 minutes to blog cos i really need to get back to work! heh. yeah. went for rock for good yesterday. my first rock concert ever! lol. first gab, suv and i were supposed to meet up at far east to just hang around for a while lah. but suv couldn't make it last minute. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; so we went were gonna head down to the canteen but the hall opened so we went in. it felt super weird, we didnt know anyone. so we went down to the canteen anyway, met dian &amp; si ning and their group of friends (none that i LIKE dian. -.-" haha). -okay this is getting long winded- so yeah basically the concert was OKAYY. first part quite boring, we just stood around and stuff, bands also OKAY. crossbred wasn't so good. the skyjuice guitarist was good though (: and i think this eurasian lead singer from west grand boulevard -named bryan?-, he's so super hot! hahah. nat and i actually contemplated bringing his hat down from the mic stand. hehe but we didnt lah. oh well. after a while the boredom transformed to weariness so gab and i just sat at the back of the hall with wen qi and bocky; half sleeping, half amused by wen qi and bocky's imitation of the bands' vocals. haha. oh and i think gab's grandma's cute! (pic in her hp) hahaha. then we went down to canteen for a while -WHERE AMY "FED" ME TUNA BREAD AND I PUKED IT OUT HEH klah jk it was my fault-yadayada and finally went to watch ronin and electrico! i think ronin was better than electrico lah. though i was looking forward to electrico's performance. and i caught the red lightstick the albino lead through! YAY! haha. gab wanted to throw it up during the concert but i held on tight to it. my only souvenier other than the ticket. HEH sorry gab. but we jumped like crazy for the songs and really had a blast. wenda and amy had joined us by then lah. haha arina was jumping on stage with them! whoo so cool. i liked the last performance where they sang 'we're not made in the usa but you got what you paid for anyway'. haha. yay. i support local bands! even though some of them arent that good. haha. then after everything went home lah duh. was super late! like 11.30! gab took mrt cos apprently feeder buses dont come after 12pm. then i took bus anyway cos i only had to switch bus before 12pm. but my bus never turned up. -.- i was kinda freaked waiting at the bus stop all alone with my stupid handphone dead on me. so i eventually decided to take a cab against my mum's will and reached home safely, right on time(so she wasnt that mad at me). heh it was scary. i didnt tell her i was taking a cab so when i reached my block, i got off after paying and realised my mum was getting off from another cab RIGHT NEXT TO MINE. haha. O.O she was kinda mad but i explained the situation to her so she didnt really blow her top. yeap so all in all rock for good was rocking good(: haha actually not bad lah. next time i know i shouldn't wear long earrings to rock concerts so people won't accidentally pluck it off my ears and so i can jump better! heheh. whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then there's sa re ga ma pa in india. this competition held in north india which is similar to american idol, singapore idol etc. i totally support hemachandra! ohmygod he's mind-blowing. he's only seventeen! and telugu! haha. yayy. (: i think he totally beats any local singers. so does vinit and himani. only debojit's super extra. he cant even sing and he's voted in -.-. the injustice. but still, hemachandra rocks! haha. the way he sang ramtha jogi. woooooooooooow. -dies- hahah. love it. whoo. kk shall stop gushing. i had my own singing lessons today. ohman i totally have a passion for singing but i dont know how to develop it. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; heh my mum was overjoyed today cos i was teaching my sis geog. lol. map skills. graarh. that's about it i guess. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//sour orange juice is incomparable to sour grapes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-113913621844705214?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/113913621844705214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=113913621844705214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113913621844705214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113913621844705214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/02/rocking-good.html' title='rocking good---'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-113880320542572949</id><published>2006-02-01T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T06:13:25.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shalalalala</title><content type='html'>HEYY. ohwow. i'm updating. AGAIN. YAY. haha. ohmygod the word yay reminds me of the tamil sentence i thought wen qi today during our match. HAHA. she asked me how to say 'the sky is blue. yay!' in tamil cos she was teaching me loads of jap stuff. then i told her lah: 'vaanam neelamaaga irukkiradhu.' she said it quite well. then in the end she went: yay! HAHA. okay it's not funny exactly but so spas and amusing! lol. OH BUT THERE'S SOMETHING MORE AMUSING AND LOL. the joke. was that siew mai and pao joke now? haha i like fishball and pao sounds nicer so it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, a fishball and a pao were arguing. the fishball angered the pao so the pao threw the fishball into the sea. okay nevermind, change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you stuff a giraffe into the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-open the door, put the giraffe in and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you put an elephant into the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-open the door, take the giraffe out, put the elephant in and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, all the animals were called for a jungle meeting. which animal wasn't present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the elephant. it's still stuck in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man wanted to cross a river infested with killer crocodiles. it was impossible to get past but he did it. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the crocodiles weren't there. they were at the jungle meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the man went for fishing. what did he catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE FISHBALL! (refer back to the first sentence) HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND IT SO BLOODY AMUSING. i was laughing all the way to nus for our match. HEHEH. credits to wen qi (: . ohyeah, we played against peirce. 47-7 to us. but we aimed for 50 or more for attackers and less than 10 for defenders. kinda failed one part. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; THE LAST GOAL ESP! i think wen qi tried to shoot a goal in but she missed and it bounced off to outside the goal line. then i tried to grab it back with my right hand and cos it was quite far out and my defender was blocking me in front, i could only use my right hand. i think i kept tapping the ball like 6 times outside before i got it lor! cos my defender was also competing. hahah. so amusing. then i was like 'omg i cant believe it i got it!' then i shot. SO NEAR. but missed. GARH. then i got the rebound i was like nvm got another chance--- BEEEP! GAME OVER.... DAMN! haha. SO MALU. but i will cherish this day. (: IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE I PLAYED SHOOTER! ooooh. the pleasure. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyhow, other than the match, nothing much interesting today. it was tammy's and frankie's b'day so we sang to them during recess (: HAPPY B'DAY! then yah lah. nothing much. i just felt quite down today cos the commonwealth essay was on my mind the whole day. yeahyeah, i'm doing it now as i blog. HEH. that's called multi-tasking lah not digressing. x) yeap. AHH. i found out franz ferdinand is pretty cool! (((: HEH. i like the song take me out! yayy. and today's geog lesson was super fun (: we were acting like nerds rolling our sleeves down and butting up etc. quite the cool lol. amanda and i were singing several pop songs just to keep ourselves awake. -OHYEAH HAHA GABBY I CAUGHT YOU SLEEEEPING! naughtynaughty. hahah- then ms foo was flashing images famous icons/landmarks around the world. pretty cool. was fun guessing. we couldn't name 3/4 of them so we gave them our own names like: UFO, Inverted U bridge, nice big brown bridge, tringular weird building, ferris wheel etc. HEHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-you put me in a dilemma cos i neither loove nor hate you. if only you never gave me the choice.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayy yeah. wanted to say so many other stuff but brain-block now hahah. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//kisama wa kio ga hontoni aoho date bio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-113880320542572949?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/113880320542572949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=113880320542572949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113880320542572949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113880320542572949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2006/02/shalalalala.html' title='shalalalala'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-113274856079209238</id><published>2005-11-23T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:11:18.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLTC '05!</title><content type='html'>PSLTC '05 - Peer Support Leader Training Camp 2005 O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-whooo! cheer ; applause-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it wasn't such a bad thing that i had to skip the KL trip + 3 trainings in a row because of this camp. well actually, i don't regret it at all. sacricficing some bonding time with sec 2 tamil batch -HEH- and perhaps school team-deciding crucial trainings and matches was all worth it. x)&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall explain what we did each day --------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to report at 7.30am and the moment we reached school, we united with the other niners. i hardly knew anyone else anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-HEH NEWSFLASH: I LEFT AT THIS PART TWO MONTH AGO; so sadly, i cant remember much now. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;yeah then i can't remember the exact sequence of events already whoops. but i do remember i had the time of my life. ((: all those games and stuff with my group, the giving tree play! we had to put up a play on the last day i think, as night surprise and all. and yeah, my group did our version of the giving tree to reflect on the theme 'lean on me'. it was super hilarious. xiao di was the moaning giving tree, a real freaky one. hahaha. we didn't get top3 or anything but we got the award for the 'play with the tree who has the most potential to act in a ghost movie' OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. haha. but so fun. it was quite last minute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH YEAH. this part of the camp was SUPER interesting HEHH: i think the second night where we were sleeping at j block shared classroom claire, marissa and i couldn't sleep so we stayed up like until 4am! hahah. and we didn't just stay up -oh noooo of course not-. we &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to do something mischievous. muahaha. at first we actually thought of going to the squash courts to play squash! then decided it was too dangerous. as in, we'd get caught if we did so -okay fine i admit it. it's also cos it's freaky there. haha.- yeah then we thought we'd walk around the school. but then again, we might get caught &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; fine it's scary once again. so we decided we'd just take a walk around the track. but noooo, nature won't leave us at peace there too. we just took about 20 steps and a frog jumps out of nowhere and we all SCREAMMM. -hey i think it was marissa who started it! haha- we were super freaked NOT cos of the frog this time but cos we could've woken the SPSLS up! -oooh jeng jeng jeng jeng- not good. so we ran back all the way to the shared classroom and decided to stay inside block j. we took our sleepingbags outside and rolled/skid/jumped around in them ! OHMYGOD IT WAS SUPER THE FUN AND AMUSING! hahah. claire kept banging her head on the walls LOL! marissa and i are pro rollers lah haha. if the security camera recorded that, i'd like to go bribe him and get the tape from him. heh. but then it was short lived. we were laughing our heads off at the corridor when we were doing that and inevitably attracted the spsls' attention and they shoo-ed us back in. so we decided to settle for something &lt;em&gt;inside &lt;/em&gt;the room this time. we started off by playing jacob's ladder with the people sleeping on the floor. hahaha. we jumped over all of them. so fun! but i think we awoke some of them cos we accidentally stepped on them WHOOPS heh. rebecca hoe looked super puzzled when she woke up and saw us giggling heh.- but we got bored of it after a while. so next, what better thing to do than to play a prank on everyone! -evil grin- haha. i think it was claire's brilliant evil scheme. we got newspapers that were lying around (was used for one of the activities during the camp) and tore them into strips -i really tried to avoid the obituary section but to no avail. sorry once-living-people, hope you rest in peace anyway. please don't haunt me &gt;&lt;.- then we hung them up on the fan blades! HEH. we had a tough time moving the tables under the fans cos people were sleeping everywhere. then we stuffed newspapers into people's sleeping bags, and especially folded the paper to form LOSER next to pei qi HEHEH. then yeah, we finally got tired and decided to build a small tent for ourselves. we used a huge wooden table, overturned it, put claire's blanket over it, and slept underneath it. and had a peaceful and satisfied sleep (: haha. then in the morning people were quite amused with our lame pranks haha. and they switched on the fist two fans but realised our prank and switched them off. we had to pick up all the pieces later anyway. wasn't a very big success but STILL worth the try ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeapp. then we had other nice but typical psltc stuff. took loadsa pictures and all (from others' cameras since i dont have one). basically, it totally rocked. (: and special credits to claire, a total stranger who became a great friend through the camp she doesn't even look like a bballer!-. haha. we don't exactly keep in touch much now -sigh- but i certainly had a great time then cos of her and so many others like her. (: agogo dance! hahah. and to think, i got introduced to her just cos we happened to sit next to each other during an introduce-yourself-thingerr. heh. ohwell. thanks loads claire ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay then. moving on from PSLTC. next big thing. trip to india. ohman so much to say, but i dont think i have the energy now so i shall just skip to OBS! YAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS didn't only help me get over the grief of separating from a wonderful-beyond-description class and the fact that some of my close friends didn't end up in my new class but ultimately opened my eyes to many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start off........ MARSHALL ROCKS, MARSHALL ROCKS, MARSHALL MARSHALL ROCKS MY SOCKS! ((: hahah sounds childish BUT IT'S TRUE. :D LOVED THE NAME, LOVED THE PEOPLE, LOVED THE SPIRIT, LOVED THE INSTRUCTOR -errts exaggeration haha- LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. totally. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay someday, i have to give a detailed account of it all. but not now, cos i'm totally almost drained of my energy. so for the time being, presenting to you, THE OBS QUOTES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arina! (ailtki -as i like to call it- QUEEN BEE heheh)&lt;br /&gt;-'ohmygawd brittany!'' -note, she spells britney that way haha and brittany is actually her invisible friend (also: 'brittany did it!')&lt;br /&gt;-'TTD! (time to die)' -was started during the nurse's talk. when people ask questions like: what happens if a bee/jellyfish/wasp stings you or a boar charges at you? we just go: 'too bad lah. TTD! that's your fate' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-'invisible owl!' -it's actually referring to the aeroplanes which passed by during our trek. whenever we heard them, we couldn't see them cos of the trees and all. so arina conveniently identified the source of the sound as the invisible owl hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-'mosquito ass attack!' -says it all. mosquitoes attacking her ass. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-'agony!!' -haha gab and i were laughing our heads off at the basha when she was screaming agony cos i THINK ants were biting her or it was the sand making her feel uncomfortable. either way, it was SUPER FUNNY the way she said it HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;-'do you want coffee, tea or me?' –said to serene when she mentioned she wanted to be an air-hostess when she grows up. Like, imagine saying that to the passengers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-‘I want to call you annie! My pet ant-eater’ –to gab. Haha I found it RA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinjie! (from munchi and different class but HEY it’s OBS all-time favourite quotes so no matter! (: )&lt;br /&gt;-‘if there’s no peanut butter the bread can go to hell and die now for all I care’ –during breakfast HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-‘I want my boyfriend to be THIS tall’ –referring to her kayaking paddle HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabby!&lt;br /&gt;-‘I beat your butt so that your dumbass cells will turn into smart ass cells’ –came about from gab’s favourite word: DUMBASS! Duh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-‘wenda! You walk like a duck!’ haha. And coincidentally she’s a waddlian! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suv!&lt;br /&gt;-‘it’s so not funny that it’s funny’ –HAHA HOW FUNNY IS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;-‘I shine you and you tell me who you are’ –the time when she fell head over heels in love with her torchlight and totally went cuckoo shining it everywhere and talking crap. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-‘I flash your butt (times 2)’ –haha same torchlight love attack consequence. Flashing her torchlight on people’s butt but now you see how wrong that sounds hahah.&lt;br /&gt;-‘when she spreads her hands she looks like thongs! –to tongs (hiu tong) haha. Visualize it.&lt;br /&gt;-‘orhor I go tell teacher you said wahlaoh!’ –haha damn cute the way she says it&lt;br /&gt;-‘and I would like to thank my scissors for assisting me in ant-abdomen-slaughter’ –hahah. Slightly rephrased cos I cant remember what exactly she said and we didn’t put it down but you get the point! Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serena!&lt;br /&gt;-‘the bearbear is chasing you is it. I scared of the bearbrear leh!’ –suvitha’s reply to this will explain the punch line: ‘it’s not a bear! It’s a wild boar, a PIG! Oink oink!’ hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triyo/widya/yono!&lt;br /&gt;-‘shut up man, or I’ll kick your ass!’&lt;br /&gt;-‘shit! how the shit do you get over this!’&lt;br /&gt;-‘slack some more I like it lose!’ –both the above and this during rock-climmbing I think haha -‘what are you?!’ –to andrea the INSECT HAHAHA. Triyo asked her what she was when she was using a pole and hitting the sand out of a groundsheet.&lt;br /&gt;-many more expletives =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;-‘no cannot be lah lady boss must have buns!’ –in reply to tongs commenting that gab looks like a lady boss.&lt;br /&gt;-‘marmun and shishall’ –haha I came up with these new groups cos after we built our rafts, exactly half from marshall and half from munchi wanted to go for quarry dive. But our instructors didn’t allow us to go separately at first so I thought we should come up with new groups where marmun goes to dive and shishall (those who don’t want to) don’t. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-‘that’s so RA!’ –RA here is an acronym for Really Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own obs song (sing in the tune of my bonny):&lt;br /&gt;My mummy lies over the boundary,&lt;br /&gt;My daddy lies over the sea,&lt;br /&gt;My family lies over at Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;So bring back my family to me!&lt;br /&gt;Bring back, oh bring back oh bring back my family to me, to me!&lt;br /&gt;Bring back, oh bring back, oh bring back my family to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our temporary class cheer! (sing in the tune of YMCA):&lt;br /&gt;Three-zero-one –thamthamthamthamthamthamtham-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That’s all. For now. Why do you think it’s called TEMPORARY? Haha. Oh yeah, suvitha’s PINK bottle is also known as BIMBOTTLE! And last but not least, our OBS MARSHALL TRADITION: Throw the extra food (the leftovers to be exact) in the west direction, towards AFRICA! So it won’t be wasted. Haha so thoughtful of us. ((:&lt;br /&gt;THE MARSHALL CHEER: MARSHALL ROCKS! MARSHALL ROCKS! MARSHALL MARSHALL ROCKS MY SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, the nick names we’ve come up with so far for MARSHALL DUDETTES. Just temporary ones we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle – gabby, Gatsby, gabgab, gaybe&lt;br /&gt;Suvitha – suv, a.s.s. –a sadistic suvitha, Sports Utility Vehicle&lt;br /&gt;Chun yue – chuchu&lt;br /&gt;Triyono – triyo, widya, yono&lt;br /&gt;Jia yue – jia, jie jie&lt;br /&gt;Suchin – model&lt;br /&gt;Wei fen – fern&lt;br /&gt;Wenda – wenwen, wonder woman wenda, wendawoman&lt;br /&gt;Hiu tong – tongs&lt;br /&gt;Arina – arina, queen bee, N.A. (ariN.A.)&lt;br /&gt;Serene – serene&lt;br /&gt;Serena – serena, bearbear&lt;br /&gt;Andrea – andy, the insect HEH k lah don’t need&lt;br /&gt;Zijun – zijun, junjun&lt;br /&gt;Shi hui – shway&lt;br /&gt;Nikhita – donnovan, nikki, nik, nike anything lah!&lt;br /&gt;Boon wee – wee wee, uncle dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP! these sorta explain the kind of bondedness and fun we had. ((: I LOVE COURSES LIKE THESE! there are so many other things i need to talk about. the solo night walk, ant infestation, kayaking ETC. to be honest, we were super depressed cos we badly wanted sea expedition and mobile but we didn't get both. residential and land ex. bummer. but we still had LOADS of fun. so it doesn't matter anymore. ((: i really got to know alot about so many people. i think arina's super adorable, gabby's so the humorous (: HEH, suvitha's SO R.A. and sadistic haha!, wenda has superpowers -like real haha-, serena never knew what a wild boar was... haha. the memories rock. really. and i'll treasure them for LIFE. i just hope the kind of friendship we made during the course would sustain. ((: I LOVE MY NEW CLASS. :D HEHEH. and i dont think it's too early to say cos i have confidence in them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO! I FEEL SATISFIED! YAYY! GABBY I'VE DONE IT! I'VE FINALLY BLOGGED! YAYY. THANKS FOR YOUR INSPIRATION HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the blog shall rest in peace. for a while. NOT. i shall update regularly from now on. (: i hope. haha. &lt;333 it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//the red she saw was vibrant yet colourless, if only they gave answers she needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-113274856079209238?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/113274856079209238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=113274856079209238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113274856079209238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113274856079209238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/11/psltc-05.html' title='PSLTC &apos;05!'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-113184757458093752</id><published>2005-11-12T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:22:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho</title><content type='html'>PRESENTING TO YOU.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSERLAND! : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=EPkItWVCtCQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=EPkItWVCtCQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the TOTAL LOSER and LAME side of me. xD HAHA. i'm so in for total maluation but HECK i had LOADS of fun doing it! =D we rehearsed like at least 8 times before the final taking of the video. and it's totally ORIGINAL. hehe. we took it during the class chalet at safra changi. class chalet totally rocked! totally. lol. the first day was okayy.. kinda boring. we OCIS ppl went for bowling and playground-playing and kinda pissed the class off cos we didn't help out in the barbeque-ing. i'm really sorry, but i can't stand the smell one thing, and i have no idea how to barbeque chickens. so anyway, we had quite alot of fun lah. even though i didn't stay over. crapping with OCIS (our class indian society). second day was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. mainly cos of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yen lin, rui ling, dharsh and pei qi.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. yen lin taught me a cool chinese game (hay tze ma, pai tze ma, hui tze ma). so damn fun! haha and black sheep and white sheep. from there, we came up with many other weird versions like the face one, heaven-hell-earth, head one etc. then we talked about ghost stories and paranormal beings, inevitablely -&lt;em&gt;and it came to a point where i almost didn't want to stayover anymore!- &lt;/em&gt;and of course, the taking of the LOSERLAND video!! xD oh yeah. we went to the playground again and had a blast, acting like little kids ourselves. we played freeze and melt (chelsia and josselyn are a good pair of catchers man! they never gave up) and coca-cola 1,2,3 (whoo people could do close-splits here). and i love the spinning thing! &lt;em&gt;-go faster..faster.. FASTER!- &lt;/em&gt;haha. whoo. we got really giddy riding it again and again. and the titanic boat! &lt;em&gt;-jack, naan parakkuraen! ooh! ice katti! ice katti!-&lt;/em&gt; Lol. and yes, we went bowling again the second day. i hit two &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strikes&lt;/span&gt; in a row! whoo! x) yeah but after that all gutter liao.. lol. then the sleeopver part, not much lah. didn't stay up very late. damn tired lah. wanted to wake up at 5am to watch sunrise. FAT HOPE. everyone was sleeping like a log. hahaha i was just totally freaked when i heard wan xin's alarm on her handphone. i'm the only one who heard it but i ignored it fearing it was something.. i didn't want to know. Lol. last day nothing much either. wake up, pack up, go. except the go part didn't go that well. yeah, some uncivilised people (from our OWN school SHEESH) cut queue and though we were the earliest waiting for the shuttle bus at 10.15am, we missed it cos of them nuts. and had to wait another HOUR for the next damn shuttle bus. screw it. we were all bloody pissed. sigh. ended quite bad but oh well, we had a jolly good time at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneakers training was quite fun ytd. i have a sudden obsession with playing goal shooter! whoo! like totally slack man! catch the ball and shoot! it's so much better than goal attack.. i didn't even have the strength to pass a decent ball to she-kaye towards the end.. but that's the point. i need to improve on my stamina! sigh. and yeah... need to be more AGGRESSIVE&lt;em&gt; -aggressive in bed dharsh! hahahahah. okay that's an inside joke-&lt;/em&gt; on court. 2 ROUNDS CHELSEA TOMORROW! HOHOHO. dead. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. i'm suddenly thinking if i should be some kind of therapist for my parents. haha. ahh they're so childish. ignoring each other, fighting over trivial matters.. sigh. it's as good as they're divorced. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, nothing much really. I NEED TO BOOK TICKETS TO WATCH HARRY POTTER! &lt;em&gt;-question is, with whom all?- &lt;/em&gt;oh well. OUR NEW CLASSES AND SUBJECT COMBIES WILL BE OUT TOMORROW!!! &lt;em&gt;-the day we'll be niners no more. sigh.- &lt;/em&gt;but i'm still totally eager. well, what will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, just a reminder to all: make full use of each and every day of the hols, don't whine when it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! pat on my back once again for updating the second time in a week! woohoo! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poisi vosthanu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//jabbing the soft out of leaking black daisies clear every white sin made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-113184757458093752?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/113184757458093752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=113184757458093752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113184757458093752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113184757458093752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/11/hohoho.html' title='hohoho'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-113016361487438795</id><published>2005-10-24T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T04:06:21.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRUDDERS</title><content type='html'>heyy. been quite some time since i blogged yadayada -the cliched intro- ..... -moves on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOTS! EOYS ARE OVER!!! .... for now. but yeah. TIME TO PARTEHH! &lt;em&gt;-pass me the champagne please-&lt;/em&gt; well, that's what i thought. but SO far, it's just been plain BORING &lt;em&gt;-yawns constantly while flies buzz in and out-&lt;/em&gt; I mean.. other than school time, boring lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, WE GOT THE BRUDDERS HUR! hahah. damn cute lah. our class play. totally love the script. ingeniously adorable &lt;em&gt;-okay that part was written about a week ago and i left off there cos i had no inspiration. -.- how pathetic is that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/09/2005&lt;br /&gt;Alright. i'm kinda obliged to update my blog. i mean, even &lt;em&gt;geeva&lt;/em&gt; updated and i haven't. che che. :p anyhow..not much partying anymore. bleah. got back my results. my gpa's kinda bad, but i'm totally satisfied. cos i improved for every subject, even if by one mark. and i got A+ for the subject i'm taking next year (geog) so that was a great consolation. and well, congrats to all those who did well. (: and to all those who THINK you didn't do well, there's always next year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DRAMA NIGHT was just yesterday. man, it totally rocked. yeah, we didn't get into the finals as the top four classes but we were 5th, so we still performed during the intermission where the judges got to come to their conclusions. but the response to our performance was OVERWHELMING! yeah i'm not just saying that to console myself cos we didn't get into the finals but seriously, THE WHOLE HALL ENOJOYED OUR PLAY! &lt;em&gt;-don't stop me if i'm going overboard with my ego. this is the only time i can totally tell the world how much 209 rocks-&lt;/em&gt; so much so that many think we were the BEST. even better than the top 4 classes. xD &lt;em&gt;-okay at this point, i shall practice good sportsmanship. congrats to the winners! (: -&lt;/em&gt; yesyes. like, even the PRINCIPAL (deborah tan, who was one of the judges for the finals) said :GOOD JOB. IT WAS THE MOST ENJOYABLE PLAY! like, WHOOOO! HECK connolly (judge for prelim rounds), everyone else thinks we rocked. :D haha. i love cheekie (pei qi). i love pinkie (jasleen). i love ah kuat (samantha). i love handome benson (latha). i love donnovan (myself) and his funky hairstyle &lt;em&gt;-thank you all, esp san qian, for tying the tiny plaits! ((: - &lt;/em&gt;i love big brother (san qian) and her signature gay laugh. i love the manly men (yi tying, chelsia, eileen, joey, yadi, rui ling, pei rong) my gay brother no.3 (chelsia), benson's counterpart esplana (wei ting), the sisters (sandra, nelicia, wan xin, francesca, hui wen, yu xin, rachel phoa, rachel ong, andrea, isabelle), the black spy (qian wei)!, my businesswoman wife (andrea), the moppers (josselyn, xiaodi and hong ye) the directors (arathi and flora), some of the script writers who sacrificed their roles in the play (maria and dharshini), darlings who couldn't attend drama night but cheered us on from labrador (yen lin and tammy). basically, I'M MADLY IN LOVE WITH 209! whoo! haha. to me, next to the detention classes, this is the most memorable thing we've done together. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's chalet tmr! yay. can't wait. actually, i can. in approx 15 hours we have to be there and i havent even started packing. so like me. sigh. and i'm feeling terribly sick. AGAIN. whoa like right before the performance yesterday, my head was splitting man. i was wondering how the hell i was going to get through it. nobody had a panadol and the stupid GO refused to give me one, saying i'm underaged. then my dad came and asked them and they gave it to him. so yeah. panadol saves the day! i was all energetic by the time it was our turn. (: now i'm down with a stupid cough. sigh. hmm.. training was freaky. as expected. ran continuously around the school for 20 mins and more fitness after that. my stamina's down the drain. SIGH again. talking about freaky, she-kaye and i watched THE RING and THE GRUDGE at my place. OHMYGAWD IT'S FREAKY. it haunts me EACH AND EVERY DAY. GOSH. i'm NEVER, i SWEAR i'm NEVER going to watch another horror movie. okay that's exaggerated, but at least i'm NEVER going to watch 2 bloody horror movies in a row! ahhh. but yen lin, dharsh, rui ling and i went to watch SKY HIGH after going to mr mizar's (our history teacher) house (for hari raya). it was much more refreshing. the move was damn lame as expected but SO CUTE. hahaha. and i think the fire guy's hot! lol. so whenever an image of a long-haired, pale-faced little girl with bulging eyeballs and blood oozing out of her mouth appears in my head, i think of the happy hero scenes from sky high. and the joker who goes 'uncle uncle uncle' HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what else? hmm.. i'm having a bitter time with my mum... sigh. i just cant seem to patch things up with her. oh well. guess i don't have much to say anymore. gotta go to maria's house now to prepare some stuff for the class. i suppose i'll do some kind of credits to all my friends who've totally been a fantastic.. well, friends. :D donno why. but it kinda bores me to talk about myself and my life. and i somehow wanna thank all those who've made an impact on my life. there may not be a tomorrow, so maybe i could just show them my appreciation through a blog entry. heh. lame. but that's the least i could do. and i'd do it the next time i blog, which i presume, and HOPE, would be soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*applause for myself for attempting to update and end up writing a LOOOONG rubbishified post hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//the greying sky is always blue and the studded spikes in the black see no depth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-113016361487438795?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/113016361487438795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=113016361487438795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113016361487438795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/113016361487438795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/10/brudders.html' title='BRUDDERS'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112635411785990779</id><published>2005-09-10T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T05:08:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jaded visions</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since i last posted. so yeah. here i am. the hols are almost over. man, that's one of the most detested sentences. oh well. they can't possibly last forever. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be watching a netball match at 5pm. at least i'm obliged to. women's finals. singapore against malaysia. something i cannot miss. but somehow, i don't feel like stepping out of the house. feeling so lethargic. besides, i have tons and tons of papers to sort out, school stuff to organize before term 4 starts, some self-realization to be done, etc etc.. a bit the last minute but that always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, i'm feeling really really amused. my mum just went to see a josiyer(astrologer) for my sis and i! well, i'm amused cos i only see people predict others' future in movies. tamil movies, esp. and i've never actually tried it. i didn't have much faith in it anyway. but this guy my mum saw, was so damn accurate. well, at least about my past. he could tell i had skin problems, was good in sports, my dad had a promotion when i was born etc. like how would he know all that! he's never seen nor heard of me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his prediction for me:&lt;br /&gt;-i'd have some problem academically if i shift my attention to other things. so i'm supposed to concentrate and focus on my studies esp until november 2007.&lt;br /&gt;-after 2015, i'd have a smooth life.&lt;br /&gt;-i'd live in a bungalow in future. -we'll see about that. haha.-&lt;br /&gt;-i'm a spendthrift. -hmph!-&lt;br /&gt;-my sister is much more intelligent than i am. -BAH!-&lt;br /&gt;-i'd have a good married life. -right.-&lt;br /&gt;-my occupation would be in the industry line. engineering and stuff. -eeks. i never wanted that!-&lt;br /&gt;-i have to wear some kind of stone everyday. i can't remember what kind exactly. but it's supposed to protect me from major skin diseases (since i'm already having problems), from wearing specs, etc. and mainly for my academic part. perhaps, guide me? ah well. and my mum's gonna make me wear it to school as soon as she gets it. i'm just gonna try and focus on my studies more, whether or not it helps in any way.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm supposed to go break coconuts in any amman (an indian god) temple every friday. at least if not every friday, regularly. perhaps, every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. that's about it i guess. i don't know if any of it is true. but i do have a little faith in it. because of the fact that he could tell my past and present so accurately. whetever it is, i'm gonna try and heed his advice. what have i got to lose? i just shouldn't take it too seriously.. and work harder for my school work. my sister's supposed to be in the teaching line, very intellectual (fine!), a bigger spendthrift than i am (haha!), live a really long life (good for her. i'm jealous. heh.), have some major disputes with my father (they're just the opposite at the moment) and wear larger specs soon enough (LOL!). but then again, don't know if they're true. even then, it was amazing. the way he could tell so much. and his main profession has got nothing to do with astrology! he's a manager of some indonesian company. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, the hols have passed so quickly. i wouldn't say it was productive in any way, but it wasn't boring either. i'm thankful for that. in fact, i don't even know what i did. it just passed like that. had a few trainings and matches for netball. played badminton with a few friends. usual stuff. then she-kaye and i slept over at maria's house. and watched RESIDENT EVIL!! that movie is so damn horrifying. and it rocks. it's great to freak yourself out sometimes. (: then we went to westmall, had ice kachang, talked a little at night, then went to sleep. and i do NOT remember uttering random stuff in my sleep nor poking and pushing and doing donno what to she-kaye, as she claims. maybe i was just too freaked by resident evil. heh? maria's mum was real nice. and she makes lovely puliyotharai saatham! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies i watched over the hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Red Eye (Cillian Murphy &gt;&gt; she-kaye's crush and new obsession!)&lt;br /&gt;-Paheli (Awesome movie)&lt;br /&gt;-Hum Tum (super funny and cute. (: )&lt;br /&gt;-The Mummy Returns (watched at she-kaye's house while having breakfast. roti prata. yum. and the woman didn't go back for what was his name? anubis? so sad! x)&lt;br /&gt;-The Power of Women (the LAMEST and DUMBEST tamil movie i've ever seen. hariharan sucks at acting. he should just stick to singing.)&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Congeniality 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that's all. and i borrowed johnny english and the incredibles from she-kaye to watch with my family. my dad's a big Mr. Bean fan. lol. probably gonna watch it today or tomorrow. ok, that's quite a lot of movies to watch in 7 days. and guess how many books i read within this period? NONE! not even harry potter and the half blood prince. sigh. guess that's what the astrologer was saying. i really gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end off, i'd just like to thank god for giving me the oppurtunity to be a psl. and of course, to all those who supported me on my tagboard against anonymous, THANK YOU! ((: really appreciate your support and encouragement. and i ain't gonna give in to anything he/she says. hear that anon? get a life! yupp. other than that, i just made a few new friends over the hols. they seem nice. (: that's about it i guess. you guys out there enjoy the rest of the 28 hours you got alrights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sayônara-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//wack, smash, slice, kick, squeeze out the life in pixels and make them real, for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112635411785990779?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112635411785990779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112635411785990779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112635411785990779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112635411785990779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/09/jaded-visions.html' title='jaded visions'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112548287953399552</id><published>2005-08-31T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:30:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regeneration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm soooo glad geog test's finally over! i'm not sure if i did well or not but i have confidence in myself (yeah, i always do, but eventually end up screwing it).. during the whole of teacher's day celebrations, i was revising and re-revising. well, i shouldn't be doing that if i was really prepared. but truth is, i wasn't. i was wallowing in depression the whole of yesterday, shunning my books and everything else, seeking solace in dark metal music. yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i depressed? cos i flunked my math test, cos my sister was being her usual selfish self, cos my best friend seems to be irritated with me, cos everyone's spreading stupid rumours about me, cos i disappoint myself in everything i do, cos everyone seems to misunderstand me, cos i think i'm the victim all the time, cos i'm developing a very bad temper .... and the list goes on. and mainly cos, i care about all of this. and the worst part is, i don't have anyone to confide in. i can't even talk to my best friends. why? don't ask. but, i've learnt a lesson from this. SMILE ALWAYS, no matter how much you suck, no matter how depressed you are, no matter how negative you feel, cos then EVERYONE WILL LOVE YOU. it's a proven hypothesis. at least, from my experience. and somehow, the only people who brighten up my day are people like chelsia (:, wei ting, rachel small, nelicia, pei qi, tammy &amp;amp; yen lin.. etc.. people i HARDLY talk to! ironic, ain't it? and to all those people out there spreading stupid rumours about me saying i've had several boyfriends and SHIT like that, shut up ok. really. i mean, even ppl from my pri skl know about em! i don't know how the hell the crap got that far. and it's PURE RUBBISH. i CONFESS, i'm not that innocent and all. but i'm nowhere near to the other extreme as well. so just stop making my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well heck that. the psl are supposed to be out today. but they didn't put it up yet. miss low gave a few of us a short lecture on how we should behave if we became psls. and maria's a PREFECT! WOOTS! (: glad for her.. but well.. somehow she didn't seem too excited about it though she really wanted to be one all the while.. that's why she even signed up.. and somehow, i have the feeling i should have tried too. what did i have to lose? too late i guess.. and i'm still contemplating on what position to take up in the hadley house comm! i don't know if i should stick to games captain.. hmm.. the worst part is, i'm supposed to be a treasurer for netball next year. TREASURER, of all things. GARH. i don't even mind quarter mistress! but treasurer?! money and i DONT go together AT ALL. well at least, i can't handle large amounts. sigh. maria and i have been thinking of trying out for part-time jobs at fast food restaurants. that'll be like SO cool! i can't wait man.. we're kinda serious about it. if it works out, we'd be earning money from our own hard work! i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day concert was very boring, i must say. in the first place, i couldn't enjoy it because of the geog test which was scheduled to take place right after the celebrations. and the items were so crap! the performance by the SLs was pathetic. really. but the songs were good. even the teacher's band did far too many songs. their music rocked, but next time, they should get people like joseph toh to sing. or rather, people who can actually sing and have a loud enough voice. i couldn't even hear mrs anis and miss woo/wu. yeah i agree mrs anis does have guts to go up on stage and stuff, but please.. the music's so damn good.. there HAS to be a good singer to match it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, after the celebrations and the geog test, i went back to pri skl today. actually, i wasn't planning to initially. but grace called up, and mrs tan asked us to come too. of course i couldn't refuse. so rachel ong/small and i decided to take a cab there. but in total, we only had 6.95 bucks on us. so we asked the driver if it would cost less than that before we got in. but when we reached near our school, the fare exceeded the sum we had cos of the ERP crap. it was damn comical. we were like panicking, wondering what we were gna do. but the driver was nice. he dropped us a little nearer to our school but accepted the amount we had. (: so that was that. and then we met all the teachers and stuff.. it was great to see some of them again. though many changed tremendously (to the good and the bad), it was still refreshing to see them all again. ok, maybe not all. some changed FAR too much. they were so damn oblivious and ignorant! well that was only SOME of them. most of them were great. no matter how much i used to detest some of the teachers, it was still heart-warming to see them again. and after gg arnd talking to teachers and old buds, grace chan and i had a nice long chat at the netball courts. since we were waiting for our sisters and had nothing better to do. i never knew grace was so engaging. :p lol. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and news of the week: MY SISTER GOT IN TO RGS THROUGH ENGLISH DSA. ((: i'm freaking happy for her cos she badly wanted to get in. actually, she hasn't even had her PSLE yet. but yeah.. she's confirmed in now.. and it'd be great if she did well for PSLE as well. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;man, it feels great to blog.&lt;br /&gt;that's a reminder to all those who have neglected their poor blogs.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;it's not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112548287953399552?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112548287953399552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112548287953399552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112548287953399552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112548287953399552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/regeneration.html' title='regeneration'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112541169157091537</id><published>2005-08-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:09:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great depression</title><content type='html'>just when i thought i was flying high,&lt;br /&gt;you shot me down flat:&lt;br /&gt;and i go, 'DRAT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i will tell you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what i've done for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50,000 tears i cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screaming, decieving and bleeding,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i built too many illusions,&lt;br /&gt;too much hope,&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they loved her facade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when truth broke through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shunned her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;honesty is not always the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it,&lt;br /&gt;look at my deflated soul.&lt;br /&gt;savour it,&lt;br /&gt;savour the satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;you did it,&lt;br /&gt;you did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is all i can take,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is how a heart breaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the reason is &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm the cause for your elation,&lt;br /&gt;the cause for your depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112541169157091537?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112541169157091537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112541169157091537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112541169157091537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112541169157091537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-depression.html' title='the great depression'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112455160137637979</id><published>2005-08-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:04:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USA pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/snow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/snow1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/nikwashere1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/nikwashere1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/nannunaname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/nannunaname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/nannualex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/nannualex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/meonchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/meonchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/tara%211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/sunjay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/sunjay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/filmmaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/320/filmmaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/ballroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6000/406/1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. snowball fight! lol. my sis and i were playing in the snow at pittsburgh. man, we were having the time of our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. that bench was located somewhere near the niagra falls. so i decided to leave my mark there. hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my sister (with her spastic smile), my dad and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my sis and her new found friend Alex. her eyes are gorgeous! ok, they're not red, that's cos of the light effect.. they're actually a beautiful brown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. random pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. that's my cousin, tara. pretty princess. ((: lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. and that's her brother, sunjay. he's so damn cute! but a real devil. heh. and he was only four when we took this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. another random pic of me filming my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. at sunjay's b'day party. good to be  kid again. those colourful balls are damn fun to play with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112455160137637979?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112455160137637979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112455160137637979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112455160137637979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112455160137637979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/usa-pics.html' title='USA pics'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112420661484289916</id><published>2005-08-16T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:36:54.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moon's fling</title><content type='html'>This is amazing. i'm actually blogging again within a short period of time! *applause* lol. well, i realized i've got alot to say after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muthamizh vizha went fine. maria and i were singing 'ooru sanam' all day long, non-stop! -apologies to all those whom we've have irritated- lol. when we actually sang it, we were damn nervous larh. my hand were shaking vigorously. but maria did her best! though i could tell she was trembling too.. but when we were singing the last part, i suddenly remembered the chicken-clock (HAHA!) maria drew on her paper and burst out laughing. and every word was punctuated with a snort after that. totally screwed the last part. but it was damn fun! and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was the best man! -right maria?- haha. this was our topic: 'confessions of a homosexuality'. maria and i had to confess to each other that we were homosexuals (according to the topic) and act it out in TAMIL. i went numb when i read it. how the hell were we supposed to do THAT?! with NO experience whatsoever?! but we managed to pull it off i guess.. without going in depth about the topic.. haha. and the best part is, we didn't laugh at all. did full justice to our roles. and it was fun too. though i'm glad that was over. it was rather.. awkward, to say the least. the sec 1s got topics like 'a whimpy boy proposes to a rowdy girl' and 'a girl gets her periods for the first time, her friends help her' or some crap like that. i wonder who came up with the topics. hmm.. but i guess it was given for a reason too. to put us in situations we've never been in before, or the most awkward situations, to really test our acting skills. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my PSL interview too.. one word to describe it: FUN! a simple word, but it says it all. it was even more exciting than last year's hadley comm intake interview. maybe cos we did it in pairs for this one. they asked the usual questions about our responsibility, discipline, qualities etc.. i felt really comfortable talking to them. though most of them were complete strangers, i didn't feel one bit nervous. and CO-INCIDENTALLY, one of the situational questions was: 'one of the sec ones think that she has a major crush on another girl. she thinks she's a homosexual, but she's not sure. she's only 13. what's your advice to her?' well all of us started giggling at that point, but i had my own reason, other than the topic being an awkward one. lol. why's everyone thinking like that man? vaera topicay kidaikkilaiyaa? at the end of the interview, we had to sing a song and tell jokes. we sang like one line from the titanic song cos that's the only song both of us knew, and i told some REALLY lame jokes.. like what do you call the guy in front of your door with no legs and arms? matt. and what do you call a dog with no legs? doesn't matter.. it can't come to you when you call it anyway. hah. bahh. i wanted to say jokes like: why are men comparable to commercials? you can't believe a word they say.. haha. but i couldn't remember it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a good news and bad news too.. good: i recieved honours for the dance (cha cha) module exam we took last year! (: bad: i got booked for coming late to school by ONE minute. ONE pathetic minute and it was because of the damn traffic lights outside the school! ARGH! i don't care, they better accept my cancellation! i canNOT afford to get any more bookings if i ever want to recieve another award in my secondary school life. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it i guess. and i just to make something clear to all, i don't 'LIKE' anyone at the moment. i don't know if this's the best way to inform those involved, but yeah. i consider everyone my friends and nothing more. it's not fair to pair up people like that. GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT. oh and i apologise to whoever i've passed crude remarks to these past few days.. i've been in a fluctuating mood lately.. even my family's pissed with me.. especially my dad. sigh. if only they'd understand... try and help me out a little, look at what i'm REALLY doing, instead of making assumptions and creating a scene.. yeah, they're probably frustrated with their own work and stuff but still.. they totally ignore me at home, and my computer becomes my confidant. sigh. i guess some things will never change. that's a cliched sentence. but things are cliched for a reason. because of the truth that they hold in them. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, i'm addicted to favourite things - big brovaz and anbe aaruyiae (ah aah) + anniyan songs. heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--signing off--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//often the best things on earth are not found on earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112420661484289916?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112420661484289916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112420661484289916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112420661484289916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112420661484289916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/moons-fling.html' title='moon&apos;s fling'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112400374439216905</id><published>2005-08-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:34:00.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pic pest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/nannutara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a49/niketaniknetball/nannutara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heyy. just testing if the pics can be uploaded. on the left's my cousin from US, tara and on the right's my sis. (: they sorta look alike! but tara was i think... 7 and my sis was 10 then. lol. took it two years back in madras, india.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112400374439216905?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112400374439216905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112400374439216905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112400374439216905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112400374439216905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/pic-pest.html' title='pic pest'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-112395206438284793</id><published>2005-08-14T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:58:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rapid return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AH! finally man finally... i'm blogging! -woots!- yeah after about 2-3 months. hmm. that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quite long. long enough to forget HOW to blog. well, a lot of mention-worthy things have happened since i last blogged -well duh-. alright, let's go in chronological order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. hmm.. the first-last thing i can remember is the bball "match" at ri. went for the william tan thing at ri.. ran 7-8 pathetic rounds-no drive to run..felt so extra being the few rg girls who were running-. then had nothing better to do.. went to the second floor.. stoned for a while, while the others there crapped. actually, it was damn funny. sibi was cracking lame jokes. and since we still had nothing better to do, we decided to play bball with andrea's bball. it was really fun cos akaash and sibi were bloody amusing. ;p and also cos we trashed them everytime.. haha. jk. but they never gave up man! next time badminton/tennis yeah? lol. oh and maria sprained her ankle at one point. i ran all around the canteen like an idiot begging for ice but to no avail and when i came back, she was happily playing again. BAH! maria you owe me a milo for that too! then we went to macs after that.. ate, talked, stoned, laughed ALOT. well at least i did. haha. and it's then -that day- that i came to know quite a lot of the sec 2 ri indian chaps. not that important right? right. k, moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. bummer. i can't seem to remember ANYTHING! and i have 20 mins to finish blogging and go to sleep! alright nikhita.. think, THINK! ok.. after that, a few major-minor stuff happened which needs little elaboration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-maria runs for hadley vice capt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-i sign up for psl interview, get in, but miss it (hopefully i can re-schedule it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-i don't get to emcee speech day anymore because they wanted a malay instead-last minute-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-which is good in a way cos, i get to perform for IND (indian dance) now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-cleared my bookings to recieve OPA colours for netball (close shave. 3 more bookings and i can't get it. and it's not fair. cos ppl like chelsia-squash-deserve it too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-i've paused at this point for 3 mins now. what else?! uh... stuff as games capt for hadley's getting intense. the games season's here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-got a bloody cold for 3 weeks now! and one of my ear's blocked too. it SUCKS terribly, really. i can't properly what others say when i speak, hum, make buzzing noises. argh! runny-nose runny-nose go away, come again another.. century!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-i shall add to the list when i rmb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. went to watch charlie and the chocolate factory with maria, dharsh, senthil and akaash. met at BK an hour before we went in. dharsh and i were half-hour late... let maria have the time of her life. HAHA. i'm sorry dear. it wasn't INTENTIONAL. maybe. :p then we just talked a little.. ate a little.. the movie was.. VERY funny at some parts, but overall, i should say it was a little boring. the oompaloompas freak me out. i thought they were supposed to look cute! and johnny depp... his role as willy wonka was just PLAIN WEIRD. the oddest character. didn't quite suit him. well dharsh and i didn't get any inspiration for our RS project (on chocolate) -giggles- but maria and i did gain insipiration from augustus! his german accent.. ahh.. how we long to speak like him one day! lol. and after the movie.. we were aimlessly walking around, trying to find for a stupid neoprint machine.. but there wasn't any proper -or nice- one in northpoint or in GV yishun. so we just decided to sit at macs and chat some more. arguing about vijay films and all other crap like that. it was fun.. quite. it was quite unorganized actually. didn't do anything interesting -or engaging- other watching the movie itself. we should plan it better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. netball! for inter-house netball, HADLEY ROCKED C-DIV! *WOOTS!* all of us really did great man. we came in third for b div but that's great too! i played GA with maria as GS all the way. it's been a LONG time since i played shooter.. and it rawked. i wanna play again! (: and we had pesta sukan today. which also totally rocked. cos all the three RGS teams that played in the afternoon (Adiprene, Barricade &amp;amp; Climalite) got into the second round cos we topped the two groups we played in! -cheers!- only the other two teams which played in the morn didn't get in.. that's okay. it's just the fun of playing anw. that was ms chng's motive. (: but if we win, all the better lah. it would be incredible if all the three RG teams get top 3 overall! -i wish- we'll try our best! i was in climalite. we topped our group. the other team from our group which got in was sengkang. and of course the other group's adiprene and barricade. all the way raffles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. alright. the fourth and final (alliteration!) thing i'll be blogging about today. oh no wait! the second-last thing. the movie outbreak we watched for the last two bio lessons. it's about a deadly epidemic that threatens thousands of lives. it was bloody impactful. at least for me. the way they showed it.. i almost cried. not because of the rotting flesh and all when the people get infected with the virus.. but the way it spreads... so quickly, steadily, unnoticed.. it's like, you just go for a movie. and you come out, infected with a deadly virus just because someONE in the theatre was infected unknowingly and it's air-borne. it was freakier than a horror-movie. okay, maybe not. but it was definitely more impactful. if you're reading this entry, you SHOULD go watch the movie. both informative, and very, very engaging. the movie's OUTBREAK. sigh. science was like first block on friday and second block on thursday(long-day) and i was so affected by the movie.. i could hardly conecntrate on anything at all! and it's still stuck on my mind now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. alright. NOW it's the fifth and final (still alliteration!) thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;REASONS WHY I DON'T HAVE MY PINAFORE AND/OR MY BELT ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we came up with a number of reasons on thursday cos she-kaye didn't wanna put on her pinafore and maria and i realised we left our belts in class so we had to go home in hadley shirt and fbts (it was after netball inter-house). they are ABSOLUTELY lame. you have been warned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BEHOLD: 101 REASONS WHY I DON'T HAVE MY PINAFORE AND/OR MY BELT ON: (compilation of 101 reasons in progress) oh and one more thing. it's like 12.30pm at night and my mum's pestering me to go to bed. so i shall just mention the best ones we came up with so far -or more like the ones i remember-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. us, to prefect/pit/sl: we were having PE lesson today and we were doing rock-climbing. since we ran out of condemned rope abd we desperately needed one so we could climb, we used my belt. unfortunately, it couldn't take the weight, so it snapped and the climber fell from the top of the wall. not only did the belt snap into half, it was covered in blood. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. ": during our chem lesson today, my friend and i got into a fight. i sprayed some water at her from the tap. she got pissed, and wanted to grab the nike bottle next to her to spray back at me, but instead she grabbed the hydraulic-acid bottle and sprayed it at me by accident. thus, my belt and pinafore corroded to a horrible state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. ": during history lesson today, we were re-enacting world war 2 and decided to do the scene where adnan bin saidi was being murdered. so i used my belt to "strangle" my friend, during which she drooled all over it. it was then we found out that she had sars, and so my belt had to be quarantined along with my pinafore, since it was in contact with it. and sadly, they didn't make it. i hope they have your sympathy. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. ": chandra's over-sized tummy seemed to be very distracting during tamil lessons. whenever he laughed, it would shake vigorously. so we decided to get rid of those excess fats. we were sure he was dying to slim down anyway. since slimming pills (like slim10) and other modern means of slimming has proved to be both inefficient and dangerous, we thought the simplest way was to use one of our belts to squeeze it all out. i volunteered to sacrifice mine, well, being the selfless me. unfortunately, our efforts didn't work. the solid fats in his tummy was too much for even my sturdy belt to battle against. thus, it snapped and died a horrible death. i tried to do good, my belt sacrificed itslef for the well-being of a prominent staff of our school. as a prefect, you should commend my efforts instead of booking me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---credits to she-kaye and maria as well. it was damn funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;alright! that's it for now. woah. it's 1pm. thanks senthil, for waiting so patiently. ((: and congrats on being the first to read this entry. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aufwiedersehen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;//scream like little computer chips on spinning clocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-112395206438284793?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/112395206438284793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=112395206438284793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112395206438284793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/112395206438284793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/rapid-return.html' title='rapid return'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-111797542723870099</id><published>2005-06-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:23:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>killer</title><content type='html'>One word to describe my holiday:&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY BORING&lt;br /&gt;there. okay, so it's two words. the extra one's to amplify the extent of boredom. man i'm going crazy sitting at home, walking around aimlessly, watching the clock tick away, staring at the monitor (admiring the tiny little colourful pixels that constitute the computer screen). i've even resorted to:&lt;br /&gt;-throwing stuff toys at my sister while she 'sincerely studies' for her psle&lt;br /&gt;-taking pictures of different parts of my house&lt;br /&gt;-lying on the floor watching the fan spin (it's kinda fascinating actually)&lt;br /&gt;-playing songs that i detest and developing tolerance for them in the process&lt;br /&gt;-asking people random questions over msn (you might be the next victim)&lt;br /&gt;-reading the newspaper and times magazine (that explains how bored i really am)&lt;br /&gt;-talking to myself (don't worry, i don't do it often. only in extreme boredom)&lt;br /&gt;-cleaning my room (yes... sadly)&lt;br /&gt;-frequently glancing at my untouched books and spending a few moments feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of utter boredom. it's a killer, really. i'm practically going INSANE. nothing or no one to look forward to... just passing through the days aimlessly... doing everything else (little else worth mentioning) but doing my school work and revising for next term... yet doing nothing about it but blogging and whining to others and screaming:&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE SAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;lame. but i'm really so bored. SO BORED. i could write poems or stories, update my personal journal, paint some stuff, spend time with my family, go for a jog, explore my neighbourhood, listen to some soothing music and so many other things that i don't get to do when school starts.. and yet i'm just doing all other useless stuff and regretting that i'm not doing what i'm supposed to be doing.. typical.. as soon as the hols are over, i'm gonna moan: 'I so did not enjoy my hols. Shoulda made good use of my free time. What a waste.' what a waste indeed. bahh. only stuff i do worth mentioning is going for paattu classes and performances, going for netball trainings and u14 matches and having phone conversations with she kaye which lasts for hours. yeahh, the only thing i look forward to is talking with her. it's damn fun crapping about netball and anything that comes to our mind. heh. oh and arathi... we never stop complaining about the hols now do we? haha. it's great to know that there's someone else feeling the same way, in the same situation.. i can't wait till maria's back from canada. at least then we can go out for some OCIS (our class indian society) outing or something. wonder how she's doing there. hmm. now there's the netball chalet, and movie to look forward to. well the movie, i don't know.. sure i wanna watch madagascar, but i hope it'll all be fine (what with someone else coming). oh well. hope YOU'RE not as bored as i am, wasting your precious holiday time viewing my blog. heh. i'm stuck to 'baby i'm back' by baby bash and 'raaraa' from chandramukhi! i've played the former at least 6 times and the latter 9 times today! wahaha. and hollaback girl (by gwen stefani) isn't too bad either. only, i don't think it deserves to be no.1 in rigdy's ('sat how you spell it?) top 40. oh well. i've been turning my mum away for the past 1/2 hour saying, 'yeap, coming', 'almost done', 'just five more minutes', 'umhuh', 'i hear you', 'just a minute'. now i finally gotta go practice for my paattu performance tommorow. -SIGHS- you people out there enjoy your hols aiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//let the war of the toes begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-111797542723870099?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/111797542723870099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=111797542723870099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/111797542723870099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/111797542723870099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/06/killer.html' title='killer'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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-13184113.post-111714885783505828</id><published>2005-05-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:51:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar-sweet</title><content type='html'>hey there. this is probably my fifth blog or something. cos all the others are sorta stagnant. and i love the layout of this one! LP all the way man! -woots- what do y'll think? i'm still not sure what kinda tagboard to get.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;today like totally rawked. had this day-long SRC netball carnival at padang. we were playing for b div (rgs climacool).. and unfortunately we didn't get into round 2. ): actually we could have! cos we beat MGS in our last game by 3 goals (8-5)! And they're like the top in our group! so rightfully we shoulda won the rest too.. i don't know what happened... maybe we just weren't warmed up properly. actually, we lost two of the games by only one goal which we COULD have won if it wasn't for those biased umpires! -hmfs-&lt;br /&gt;that ball was so NOT over a third! -looks at mel and whines-&lt;br /&gt;bahh. wadeva. we thought at least rgs adiprene (made up of our pro seniors inclusive of 179!) would be the champs. brenda and bei han even came up with a synchro prize giving ceremony commentating. haha. so cute. but they lost to damai. ): oh well. at least they got 1st runners up. and our c div (rgs a cube i think) came in 2nd runners up for their div. not bad eh! considering 70% of them were all sec ones! congrats people. ((:&lt;br /&gt;we were all kinda depressed actually. cos we knew we coulda donnit! oh well. but then there was still this adidas 'all star' team selection, where they'd choose 14 players outta all the b div players from all schools to play one game in the end. i was looking forward to watching the match cos i was pretty sure most of our seniors would get in. but i seriously had NO IDEA &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was gonna play innit! i mean like with sec 3s and 4s overpowering the b div, how could a sec 2 get in? i suppose i was lucky. brenda got in too(you go partner!). and rachel and anna and carol and si lei(179) as well. ((: rachel was in my team (: and anna and si lei and carol were in brenda's team. actually it's quite unfair! rachel and i were like all alone in the other team. and the other four get to be together! bahh. but the game was damn fun. i think it was 15 mins in total. i just played my best. and yes, my best always involves falls. i fell like a loser twice. once os i collided with the ga and second cos the ga tripped me over by accident. nevertheless, i had a hell of a time! i even shook someone's hand twice and took a picture next to someone! -SQUEALS!- hahaha. okok lah. i won't wash my hand until tomorrow kays? -nudges she-kaye- hehe. but the BEST part is.. we get free adidas attire and bag! woots! it's damn nice. okay ppl, do NOT think i'm ego cos i'm blogging all this stuff k. i really gotta let out my emotions (right now, i'm SO over the moon) and what better way than to blog it.&lt;br /&gt;okay i've been crapping alot about netball.&lt;br /&gt;and now i gotta go sleep!&lt;br /&gt;it's the holidays man why can't i stay up a little later?!&lt;br /&gt;mums. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;-bounces off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//slaughter those merry children dancing to autumn's beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13184113-111714885783505828?l=jaded-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/111714885783505828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13184113&amp;postID=111714885783505828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/111714885783505828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13184113/posts/default/111714885783505828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaded-moon.blogspot.com/2005/05/sugar-sweet.html' title='sugar-sweet'/><author><name>nikhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00879441045994052433</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>
