<?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-8816329</id><updated>2011-09-06T05:56:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evasiveness of siv</title><subtitle type='html'>emotions are ephemeral, like flowers and beauty. 
when they appear, it's your duty to appreciate them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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type='text'>it's just ... untitled ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Sh43BjX5_zI/AAAAAAAABEo/C5ms51obFFM/s1600-h/DSCF5237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Sh43BjX5_zI/AAAAAAAABEo/C5ms51obFFM/s400/DSCF5237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340766707922894642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Sh43BFrrACI/AAAAAAAABEg/dUB3s0RgYQM/s1600-h/DSCF5185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Sh43BFrrACI/AAAAAAAABEg/dUB3s0RgYQM/s400/DSCF5185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340766699952734242" 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..'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Sh43BjX5_zI/AAAAAAAABEo/C5ms51obFFM/s72-c/DSCF5237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1892725451954717035</id><published>2009-02-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:56:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SZRGfc2aS7I/AAAAAAAABEY/OXszYNJIvHQ/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SZRGfc2aS7I/AAAAAAAABEY/OXszYNJIvHQ/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-8394476848414075872</id><published>2009-01-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:08:32.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm the one who doesn't know how to pick the right kind of friends.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly suck at it. okay maybe not really, since i do have the best kinda friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;still, i've made some bad decisions that i always end up regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have just listened to you 2 ..&lt;br /&gt;no, 3.. probably 4, maybe it's even 5.&lt;br /&gt;everyone got it right, except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid and naive. wtf. &lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8394476848414075872?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-4797050191054428286</id><published>2009-01-25T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:19:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 days late!</title><content type='html'>OMG it's a New Year! and i'm 25 days late :p&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i've been around.. just haven't been blogging, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda lazy to tap on my keyboard so i'm gonna let the pictures do that talking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXyBoO1WxHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tHnPIEoBZhA/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXyBoO1WxHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tHnPIEoBZhA/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295249790057497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xmas with the cousins and cutie Mr. Asher :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_vHOnDQI/AAAAAAAABD4/80mZCDV3MwM/s1600-h/DSCF4126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_vHOnDQI/AAAAAAAABD4/80mZCDV3MwM/s400/DSCF4126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295247709251767554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's Eve with the Jeevas ;) - the "convict" &amp;amp; me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_u9RepFI/AAAAAAAABDw/tOtrG09R1c4/s1600-h/DSCF4329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_u9RepFI/AAAAAAAABDw/tOtrG09R1c4/s400/DSCF4329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295247706579444818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's day with the Rengas ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_v7DPY5I/AAAAAAAABEI/PNyt-T6hivs/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_v7DPY5I/AAAAAAAABEI/PNyt-T6hivs/s400/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295247723162723218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shalu's Birthday!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_vmJYDMI/AAAAAAAABEA/uhm4oM-h5ls/s1600-h/us+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_vmJYDMI/AAAAAAAABEA/uhm4oM-h5ls/s400/us+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295247717551312066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us at the airport &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_ukmciiI/AAAAAAAABDo/zcRLL2jSnn0/s1600-h/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXx_ukmciiI/AAAAAAAABDo/zcRLL2jSnn0/s400/IMG_2099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295247699956501026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hardrock with the Rengas - Deepa &amp;amp; Me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! that's it.. i'm gonna go wait for soccer to start! woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, CHRIS my buddy-the-tennis-fanatic-Maria-Sharapova's-biggest-fan;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this; HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4797050191054428286?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4797050191054428286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4797050191054428286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4797050191054428286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4797050191054428286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-days-late.html' title='25 days late!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SXyBoO1WxHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tHnPIEoBZhA/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3636891091438614008</id><published>2008-12-24T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:35:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you gotta see this! this kid is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eQ5yWoGfQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eQ5yWoGfQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8816329-3636891091438614008?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3636891091438614008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>so after much persuasion from jacinta, i'm gonna attempt to revive my dead blog ((:&lt;br /&gt;and although there's so much to blog about, i'm gonna keep it simple with my account of a simple day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was just yesterday. after doing his chauffeuring duties (!!), raj anneh and i took a trip to hougang mall; which is a place i last visited when dawn was in JC... which is quite a long time ago, i think :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and raj is a sucha fast shopper.. now i wanna buy stuff from recoil!! damn!&lt;br /&gt;but the best part of the day is eating a doughnut from donut empire, sinful as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;god, it was "rocky road donut" or something along that line..&lt;br /&gt;to top it off, i had teh peng! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing in the car for a good 15 minutes and that was my simple but happy day :))&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how was that, ja? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2237155201209162982?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2237155201209162982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2237155201209162982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2237155201209162982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2237155201209162982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-day.html' title='a simple day'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-2562889503413960928</id><published>2008-10-19T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:32:59.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SPq38pp7YDI/AAAAAAAABCU/ck56jSXdCew/s1600-h/mad+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258717767510220850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SPq38pp7YDI/AAAAAAAABCU/ck56jSXdCew/s400/mad+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shalu &amp;amp; her new Guess wallet,&lt;br /&gt;gaya3 and her erm, pandi did you buy anything recently?&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, sivan and her swollen eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2562889503413960928?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2562889503413960928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2562889503413960928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2562889503413960928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2562889503413960928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/shalu-her-new-guess-wallet-gaya3-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SPq38pp7YDI/AAAAAAAABCU/ck56jSXdCew/s72-c/mad+people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-4234331514607584787</id><published>2008-10-18T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:26:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;each word gets forgotten and replaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each event overriding the previous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lose the frame of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it feels lost, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm afraid if i never write it down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i would never remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before i could pen my thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they have disappeared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this emptiness fills me up again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4234331514607584787?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4234331514607584787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4234331514607584787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4234331514607584787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4234331514607584787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/each-word-gets-forgotten-and-replaced.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6967807611311197182</id><published>2008-10-01T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:40:21.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We do get over terrible times; we're built to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people learn again to laugh and love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and respond to beauty and fight ugliness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and clasp hands with friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even though they've lost a kind of joy that they'll never get back. &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;There's an unlit corner in their hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and no light will ever penetrate to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It will always be dark."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's why it's so important to be close to those we love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to take them for granted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to give up when we are baffled by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how complicated it can be to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and be understood by another person. &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;And that's why you should open up to people; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not just ask questions like a journalist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but share your feelings with them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because that's what makes us close and loving and human. &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;If you don't, you may wake up one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and find your chances for love and closeness gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and that's another kind of death. &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;Tragedy is no excuse, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However long it takes, we do recover&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;&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;--- &lt;strong&gt;"Pot of Gold"&lt;/strong&gt; by Judith Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6967807611311197182?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6967807611311197182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6967807611311197182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6967807611311197182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6967807611311197182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6066277711753843705</id><published>2008-09-14T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:32:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life gives you ice lemon tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SMygGZf4uNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/oIeZ_LE5pZw/s1600-h/DSCF3127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245743697764071634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SMygGZf4uNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/oIeZ_LE5pZw/s320/DSCF3127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello. was kinda missing, on the blogging scene. just too much to blog abt? sorta.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, much has happened. too much to go into details so i'll just skip it all together and focus on my love for ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coffee shop in serangoon north ave 1 serves damn nice home made ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to shalu for bringing me there and allowing me to annoy her by pestering her to keep still while i took candid shots of her with my new camera. sucha sweetheart she is.&lt;br /&gt;to give her a break, i focused my attention on my glass on ice lemon tea and the result is; the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun. drink plenty of ice lemon tea (the home made ones) and have a friend like shalu whom you could annoy at any time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6066277711753843705?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6066277711753843705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6066277711753843705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6066277711753843705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6066277711753843705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-gives-you-ice-lemon-tea.html' title='life gives you ice lemon tea'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SMygGZf4uNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/oIeZ_LE5pZw/s72-c/DSCF3127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3253899453288770367</id><published>2008-09-03T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:52:43.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when did harry grow up?!</title><content type='html'>harry potter grew up! i mean, daniel radcliffe. now he's doing details mag and even vogue.. wow.&lt;br /&gt;i like this wizard. he's wicked hot. come on.. i know you're thinking the same thing! :p&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to see him outside of harry-potter-world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0cxyTwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/WqmkwABEo3A/s1600-h/293_radcliffe_daniel_090208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241714778802638594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0cxyTwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/WqmkwABEo3A/s320/293_radcliffe_daniel_090208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0dmeRFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LdMNztGNO7M/s1600-h/danielradcliffedetailscover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241714779023623250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0dmeRFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LdMNztGNO7M/s320/danielradcliffedetailscover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0j6-22I/AAAAAAAAAuA/bxEo-ja9jYU/s1600-h/daniel-radcliffe-vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241714780720257890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0j6-22I/AAAAAAAAAuA/bxEo-ja9jYU/s320/daniel-radcliffe-vogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3253899453288770367?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3253899453288770367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3253899453288770367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3253899453288770367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3253899453288770367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-did-harry-grow-up.html' title='when did harry grow up?!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SL5P0cxyTwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/WqmkwABEo3A/s72-c/293_radcliffe_daniel_090208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-314316774906989647</id><published>2008-08-31T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:10:48.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want to tell you about the love that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the kinda love that never stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where you seem emotionally unavailable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you think it's hard to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i could tell you magic is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it helps and it heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it could be true if you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rainbows and butterflies do exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hide the ugliness behind this veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the pretense behind the mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;facades beneath your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't ever let your feelings surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;remain in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause it's safer there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;safer when you can't see anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you sit in the dark, waiting for someone to bring a light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-314316774906989647?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/314316774906989647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=314316774906989647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/314316774906989647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/314316774906989647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-tell-you-about-love-that-got.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6289863708481367179</id><published>2008-08-27T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:37:36.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SLTnQFe5aJI/AAAAAAAAAto/RoyFjZgutR0/s1600-h/DSC06156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239066530074421394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SLTnQFe5aJI/AAAAAAAAAto/RoyFjZgutR0/s320/DSC06156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's my friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;and she's one of the best damn things i have in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i think it's supposed to sound much nicer than how i wrote it)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday pandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you've always been family to me.&lt;br /&gt;shalu and you, both :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6289863708481367179?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6289863708481367179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6289863708481367179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;few would understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;some might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;how it flares up when we meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;combustible, we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;together, not too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;threat to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;we hate one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;grow sick of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;stay apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;save our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;then we do it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1828378987313129209?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1828378987313129209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1828378987313129209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1828378987313129209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1828378987313129209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-would-understand-some-might-how-it.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-868894877381415898</id><published>2008-08-22T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:09:52.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>captain jack sparrow .. not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Gayathri Nair. This is for you; for calling me one-eyed. tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SK7h0rU99FI/AAAAAAAAAtg/M49SZ1qiYt4/s1600-h/DSC06296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237371711778583634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SK7h0rU99FI/AAAAAAAAAtg/M49SZ1qiYt4/s320/DSC06296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cap looks nice though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-868894877381415898?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/868894877381415898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=868894877381415898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/868894877381415898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/868894877381415898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/captain-jack-sparrow-not.html' title='captain jack sparrow .. not.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SK7h0rU99FI/AAAAAAAAAtg/M49SZ1qiYt4/s72-c/DSC06296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-9210016139047013193</id><published>2008-08-22T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:40:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls</title><content type='html'>met up with criz for a last minute dinner ((: from the moment that she saw me, till the end of the night, criz filled me up with gossips, scandals, juicy information and all the other words associated with such material :p man, she's just up to date with everything. not to mention, she meets the wackiest people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wenta BK, how i miss it so.. we thought someone had actually "choped" the table with a copy of the New Paper.. oh wells, we took that table anyway :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criz rocks. really... you have no idea how much! :D&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was off to meet gayathri nair! ((: we wenta liang court's mac. why? not because gaya was hungry but because she was feeling greedy (in her own words)! can you believe it, i've never tried that chicken foldover thingy.. just felt it was something similiar to a chapati with a chicken patty inside. so my wonderful friend kindly shared her dinner with me and it was good! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalu joined us after that.. poor child was 'disturbed' by people sitting at the bridge.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;and then it was off to a very interesting night. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw adawiyah :)&lt;br /&gt;and we saw lijuan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt easy typing when you've only one eye for use. so i can't figure out what i'm typing..&lt;br /&gt;the weekends should be fun.. so i'll update again ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF? i've class in the evening!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-9210016139047013193?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/9210016139047013193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=9210016139047013193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/9210016139047013193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/9210016139047013193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls.html' title='the girls'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7502725365332883702</id><published>2008-08-18T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:20:26.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SKkOCaq0nmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3pJenCqT4WI/s1600-h/DSC06264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235731476476370530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SKkOCaq0nmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3pJenCqT4WI/s320/DSC06264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bestfriend's the nicest 15 year old kid i know! she rocks my life! hahaa.. and her tamil is the cutest! "&lt;em&gt;sandei poda poriyaa, naaye&lt;/em&gt;!" :p bestfriend, nee kallu lah.. yesterday was sucha blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of yesterday, we celebrated 2 of my uncles' birthdays at bestfriend's house. hemma made oatmeal cookies ---- with M&amp;amp;Ms!! :)) i want more! god, we had so much to eat. it shouldnt even be allowed! sinful.. i felt really bad cause prakie couldnt eat chicken nuggets since he's taking some TCM for his ezcema &amp;amp; chicken wld interfere with his medicine. poor boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;satheeshh is our "&lt;em&gt;molu molunu yamma yamma" &lt;/em&gt;:p (that's a tamil song by the way). he sports a new hairstyle and is absolutely adorable and terribly sarcastic. life's good, dudeee! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday was a long day. met sajeetha for a couple of hours just to catch up. it's always nice to meet her. she's like a truckload of information. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235738031396716226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SKkT_9pnfsI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qKTnmREaop0/s320/shan+n+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to head for research methods class after that and it was pretty good. wow. afterwhich saravanan was sucha nice soul and agreed to meet me earlier for our movie date. no, no, not OUR movie date, shan's also part of the date! :p anyway we caught "journey to the center of the earth". i liked it. and i can't wait to catch the 3D version at the end of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235738025455420162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SKkT_nhGgwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SMH_w_WjCK0/s320/saravanan+%26+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after the movie, we had dinner. and in the midst of topic about changing names, saravanan decided to call me "june" cause shan was contemplating to keeping her english name as claudia or december (shan's a december baby). saravanan, being a gundu like always, doesnt even know when my bday is (and he was there at my party anyway!). so february was being lame (yes, that's the gundu) and shan and i started calling him names of vegetables. are we the silliest? we had a fun cab ride home ((: [thanks to shan for the pics.. i shd thank her new hp instead; omnia!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was a good day too. why? cause i met gayu3 and shalu after my class :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;both of them are so animated. okay i am too and hemma is right abt indians speaking with their hands! we were talking abt boob jobs and how to differentiate them and i didnt realise i was using hand gestures. i think gayathri was more embarrassed than me :p and shalu's the funniest, hahahhaa.. her tamil is in a league of its own, just like bestfriend's.. but it's cute.. headed back home with her and i was constantly entertained in the train by shalu's singing, how lucky huh? :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want a bicycle. i don't mind a vespa but i've no license for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i don't mind a car but i've no money for petrol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7502725365332883702?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7502725365332883702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7502725365332883702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7502725365332883702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7502725365332883702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekends.html' title='the weekends!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SKkOCaq0nmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3pJenCqT4WI/s72-c/DSC06264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1268941080493540697</id><published>2008-08-15T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:23:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a very good friend told me once, years before (when i was 13 0r 14); "&lt;em&gt;don't doubt your friendships&lt;/em&gt;" and for some strange reason this phrase was stuck in my mind, even till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. i'm sorry i havent been listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;but i try to. i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1268941080493540697?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1268941080493540697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when you've shampoo-ed and conditioned your hair and go out to meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;and end up running in the rain on your way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghdamnit&lt;br /&gt;%#$^&amp;amp;*%$#$^^&amp;amp;*$#@!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6927040964289695155?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6927040964289695155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6927040964289695155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6927040964289695155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6927040964289695155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-whats-bad-day-its-when-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6840875939784828430</id><published>2008-08-06T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:03:37.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm updating.. on my life. last week was a blast. apart from that vile assignment that was submitted on monday. but last week, i repeat, was great. i met up with friends, i made linguine that turned out, kinda uncooked, i had great food with gayathri and got teased about not being able to use the chopsticks, i had APPLE STRUDEL, i had yakun kaya (i love!), i had clodhoppers (is that how they r spelt?). basically a friend intro-ed me to great food. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a deejay. but i'll just call myself Siv. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had weekend classes. learning and motivation. prof is great. she looks like a rockclimber but we found out that she does yoga. does wonder.. now i'm really motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to hemma's house on sat evening. bestfriend jumped to my defences again (: lovely child. hemma's started school and getting lost in campus :p hey maybe you can hang out with the boon lay boys. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like shopping with Es. but i've yet to get my jacket. and i like singing hindi songs with nadiah and complaining about my bad hair days and she'll tell me she's having a bad tudung day :p&lt;br /&gt;and doris is the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, now, now, i miss shalu. i'm seeing her tmr for breakfast ((:&lt;br /&gt;life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6840875939784828430?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6840875939784828430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6840875939784828430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6840875939784828430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6840875939784828430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3051199683401458884</id><published>2008-08-01T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:00:11.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>i just wanted to share a meaningful quote with you guys. i chanced upon it months ago and understood it straight away. i have an issue about understanding complex sentences but this differed. so here it is. it's by Carl Jung, a Swiss psychiatrist and the founder of analytical psychology. he had actually worked with Freud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There are as many nights as days,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if it were not balanced by sadness."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes sense? yes? good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3051199683401458884?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3051199683401458884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3051199683401458884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3051199683401458884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3051199683401458884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1081790395029613115</id><published>2008-07-29T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:18:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you gotta check out this video!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this guy has amazing talent! ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1081790395029613115?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1081790395029613115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1081790395029613115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1081790395029613115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1081790395029613115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gotta-check-out-this-video-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3912417090766833458</id><published>2008-07-28T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:59:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young&lt;br /&gt;we were wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were fine all along&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3912417090766833458?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3912417090766833458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3912417090766833458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3912417090766833458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3912417090766833458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-were-young-we-were-wrong-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-4337408594898507602</id><published>2008-07-24T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:14.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so .. serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIhLEXrsG6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/1Wj4BKhDR_k/s1600-h/the-dark-knight-characters_472x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226509906012281762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIhLEXrsG6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/1Wj4BKhDR_k/s320/the-dark-knight-characters_472x312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally we caught "Dark Knight". forget about The Batman; watch the movie for the Joker! Heath Ledger is extraordinary. simply his best performance; so sick, so sinister that it was disturbing. sucha pity he wldnt be here to collect his Oscar. undoubtly it should go to him. excellent performance. unlike saravanan, i wldnt wanna watch the movie again. maybe just for the Joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIhKJO9BE-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/GrZmzOUp1zA/s1600-h/n573301226_1054196_4594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226508890056758242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIhKJO9BE-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/GrZmzOUp1zA/s320/n573301226_1054196_4594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with the pretty girl in white ((: sorry saran contaminated your knife during our 'meal'! :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226508888306501682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIhKJIbuSDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qsTX3H1qB7o/s320/n573301226_1054193_3368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we have a new joker amongst us. it's none other than saravanan. actually it should be me since i kept repeating the lines during our train ride back :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why so ... serious?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wanna know how i got my scars?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4337408594898507602?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4337408594898507602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4337408594898507602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4337408594898507602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4337408594898507602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='why so .. serious?'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIhLEXrsG6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/1Wj4BKhDR_k/s72-c/the-dark-knight-characters_472x312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-8875913809124544978</id><published>2008-07-22T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:14.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for K and H.</title><content type='html'>so hemma wants me to blog. well here i am. what do you want me to blog about? our short meet-up last friday? that was a hoot. hemma you're remarkable with your hindi. please pick up my calls more often.. "nihal ho gayi..." (rmbr?) :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kavi joined us, dragging mr dazzler along, who was wearing an &lt;em&gt;offending&lt;/em&gt; piece of liverpool polo-tee! tsktsk.. he can't stop laughing. and i would love to see him walk past a huge magnet. go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met san and the mouse on sat for lunch at Muthu's. they absolutely love the food and so do i. the mouse is really cute, she gets so excited over small stuff. what a girl ((: and san is half-indian. actually the mouse is half-indian cause she has an indian name. so our next stop is jaggi's. &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kindly accompanied kavi to the lakeside siztas' place on sunday morn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225817038566146018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIXU6LTrP-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/_R-okxbgILs/s320/DSC06123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like aggravating this poor bird. it's name is "baby". i thought it was "rascal". hmm.. okay nvm. it's naughty and rude. and it bites. don't let its appearance fool you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after that it was back to kavi's place, where i caught up with uncle and aunty and helped prakash to memorize his &lt;em&gt;thirukural. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225812171673483202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIXQe4uCt8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/9r7lTDYA_WE/s320/DSC06128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;west coast for dinner! awesome. hemma you should come over before you get dragged into the relentless education cycle. and there was no satheeshh to finish the roti john. how peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother joined us as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about it. my life. and for the other stuff, you both know what's going on, so i don't hafta say much. catch up soon aights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8875913809124544978?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8875913809124544978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=8875913809124544978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8875913809124544978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8875913809124544978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-k-and-h.html' title='for K and H.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SIXU6LTrP-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/_R-okxbgILs/s72-c/DSC06123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6438077230943828704</id><published>2008-07-17T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:31:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you sniff like you've been snorting coke all your life; you like the feeling because in that moment, you can hardly feel anything, just this haze clouding your head and the voices sounding so faraway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sometimes, the line of coke is all that you got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not that i know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cause i don't have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and it's illegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;let's take a flight out to holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but first, we'll sail out to greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;on a boat called "salvation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6438077230943828704?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6438077230943828704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6438077230943828704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6438077230943828704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6438077230943828704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-sniff-like-youve-been-snorting-coke.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3580238643414714389</id><published>2008-07-17T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:17:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it's sad when you start feeling different towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the people you once used to love ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3580238643414714389?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3580238643414714389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3580238643414714389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3580238643414714389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3580238643414714389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-sad-when-you-start-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6652443581704858273</id><published>2008-07-16T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:04:16.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i miss the days i would just stay in bed with you ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;running my fingers down your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just loving the feel of it .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your little sounds when i touch you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;music to my ears .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm sorry i've been neglecting you .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i never meant to .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i still love you .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my beautiful guitar (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6652443581704858273?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6652443581704858273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6652443581704858273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6652443581704858273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6652443581704858273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-days-i-would-just-stay-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7912395503255299713</id><published>2008-07-15T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:15.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies with honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is random but what's life w/o a little random-ness? here's a conversation between shan and me while we were waiting for the guys to watch .. .. &lt;strong&gt;"Get Smart"&lt;/strong&gt;, i think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we were at videoezy and shan was looking for movies to rent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we chanced upon &lt;strong&gt;"Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay"&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me : i heard there's nudity in this film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shan : then i'm getting it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like shan. see how honest she is? ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223115863770155330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHw8NHC6SUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yxa9wioM5e8/s320/hellboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so anyway, Saravanan, Shan and Sivan (that's me, thank you very much) caught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hellboy II : The Golden Army"&lt;/strong&gt; last evening. it's a great movie, surprising cause the first movie didnt appeal to me. but this, is worth your movie ticket. go catch it. hurry.. like now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;selma blair's cool. i admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr saravanan and i missed a couple minutes of the show cause we had to run to the washroom. nature sure picks the wrong time to call. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- sings : "you know i can't smile without youuuuuu..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7912395503255299713?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7912395503255299713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7912395503255299713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7912395503255299713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7912395503255299713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies-with-honesty.html' title='movies with honesty'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHw8NHC6SUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yxa9wioM5e8/s72-c/hellboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1149878097970046677</id><published>2008-07-11T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more movies</title><content type='html'>when i was in secondary school, i hardly caught movies with my friends. there was "coyote ugly" with my sec1/8 friends when i was 13. and then i rmbr watching "Possession", "Three" (waste of my time &amp;amp; money!) with gaya3, shalu &amp;amp; premma. "Star Wars" with Gaya3, Shalu &amp;amp; Suba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't recall anymore. prolly there wasnt any.. yeah so now i'm trying to, hmm.. make use of the deprievation and watch more movies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221725027548385186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdLPyXJz6I/AAAAAAAAArc/8Zs5M9swJsM/s320/thoda+pyar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thoda Pyar, Thoda Magic" with Hemma ((: it means "A little bit of love, a little bit of magic". i caught it purely for Saif and Rani! i laughed alot, Hemma cried.. haha.. beautiful movie.. we wldnt throw popcorn, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdLPAdiNxI/AAAAAAAAArM/DNCAEI59D6g/s1600-h/14272219_dasavatharam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221725014153377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdLPAdiNxI/AAAAAAAAArM/DNCAEI59D6g/s320/14272219_dasavatharam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Dasavatharam" with mum, Hemma, uncle and aunty. The title means "10 avatars" which basically had Kamal in 10 different roles. He's an excellent actor, gotta give him props. Movie was a little over 3 hours.. and that made it kinda draggy but it was funny, kinda smart and yeah, much as Hemma and i wanted to throw popcorn or the nachos' cheese onto the fella sitting in front of us, we didnt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdLPisrYPI/AAAAAAAAArU/fQWHiLjyN5Q/s1600-h/getsmart-(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221725023343698162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdLPisrYPI/AAAAAAAAArU/fQWHiLjyN5Q/s320/getsmart-(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got smart with Shan, Saran and Kelvin. initially i thought it was gonna be some lame movie with lame jokes but it wasnt. it was really funny and although i'm not a fan of steve carell, he was pretty alright.. anne hathaway, yeah man! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221728309947793794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdOO2QKAYI/AAAAAAAAArk/HXly4cHplm4/s320/fools_rush_in_ver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this, is a good movie. "Fools Rush In" - Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek. Funny, sweet, it has everything. Matt and Salma look great together.. why isnt Salma working more wonders on the big screen? she's incredible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221728315587376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdOPLQvNvI/AAAAAAAAArs/tnuzp7HHjNM/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Boys Don't Cry" - the true story of Teena Brandon who was murdered in 1993. Hillary did an exceptional job portraying the character. rather painful to watch, due to violent graphics but a good film nevertheless. of course, it brought home the Oscar for Hillary. and Chloe Sevigny as usual, remarkable. wish the ending wasnt that way.. but it's a true story.. guess we didnt have much of a choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221728319611580562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdOPaQLsJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bdD7yetEnSo/s320/Blood_and_chocolateposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Blood and Chocolate" was another movie that wasted my time. firstly, the movie has damn bad lighting! i watch Mani Ratnam's movies and the lighting was poorer than that. i mean MR's films are sort of realistically taken, so to speak; in their natural setting. but this movie, boy, half the time was spent figuring out what the hell was happening. So why the title "Blood" and "Chocolate"? She's a werewolf and in the day she works in a chocolate store! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1149878097970046677?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1149878097970046677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1149878097970046677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1149878097970046677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1149878097970046677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-movies.html' title='more movies'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHdLPyXJz6I/AAAAAAAAArc/8Zs5M9swJsM/s72-c/thoda+pyar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-2542285751570599595</id><published>2008-07-11T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:17.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's got me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcVcjyBm1I/AAAAAAAAArE/n_SuOWSqSaA/s1600-h/wanted-jolie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221665873344961362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcVcjyBm1I/AAAAAAAAArE/n_SuOWSqSaA/s320/wanted-jolie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have never been a fan of angelina jolie. never liked her movies, didnt like that brad pitt ditched jennifer aniston and went after her, just thought there's something not quite right about her. fine, she's a Goodwill Ambassador, went to countries to help out.. okay okay she has a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcUp-WWRNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/itPLX41euLI/s1600-h/2008_wanted_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221665004303303890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcUp-WWRNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/itPLX41euLI/s320/2008_wanted_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then i watch "Wanted" which has a crappy storyline and is only worth watching for Angelina Jolie. just ask saravanan, he'd echo my sentiments. and yea, wow.. she is.. wow! cool as a popsicle. i think it's her eyes. she has expressive eyes, like aishwarya rai. did i say she's cool in that movie? she's &lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcUqFqyqfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cSPj4qgThI4/s1600-h/5-angelina-jolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221665006268099058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcUqFqyqfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cSPj4qgThI4/s320/5-angelina-jolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so yeah, i'm a fan now. jolie's got me with "Wanted". not her best movie, but she crazy insane there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.. morgan freeman's an excellent actor. i just gotta say that. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2542285751570599595?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2542285751570599595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2542285751570599595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2542285751570599595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2542285751570599595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-got-me.html' title='she&apos;s got me!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHcVcjyBm1I/AAAAAAAAArE/n_SuOWSqSaA/s72-c/wanted-jolie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7762219197040769303</id><published>2008-07-10T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHWmO904gqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hHJELrD_bOs/s1600-h/ms+dee+%26+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221262119050707618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHWmO904gqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hHJELrD_bOs/s320/ms+dee+%26+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;got a bit bored with all that writing.. not that i'm doing much anyway. still, wldnt your poor eyes suffer skimming the words? here's picture for you then. she's my cousin; everyone, say hi... good. so now you know.. oh yeah! this is the &lt;strong&gt;"freddy kreuger"&lt;/strong&gt; shirt that huishan had mentioned. haha.. complete with a fedora hat and i'll really resemble that slasher.. tsktsk..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, i had a great dream early this morning. it was SO REAL. wth. just as i thought i would get further into the dream, MY MUM WOKE ME UP!!!! arghhhhhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't think i can fall asleep and continue from where i've left off.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SHWmO904gqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hHJELrD_bOs/s72-c/ms+dee+%26+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6079705801685594262</id><published>2008-07-08T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:24:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;don't we all have some darkness in us? some cynicism, negativity, pessimism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this sounds so ... philosophical. and i said i was trying to cut it down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"bang bang.. my baby shot me down.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6079705801685594262?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6079705801685594262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6079705801685594262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6079705801685594262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6079705801685594262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-we-all-have-some-darkness-in-us.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-4517803167834761073</id><published>2008-07-01T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:17.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tcc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SGol1ZEbv_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/B34iT4fUD2c/s1600-h/tcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218024717454917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SGol1ZEbv_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/B34iT4fUD2c/s400/tcc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a meet-up with the clowns and we were joined by a new clown (: haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shalu's amazing. she had dinner at home and still she finished her food during dinner with us. healthy appetite .. which is rather influenced by gayathri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual gayathri nair wanted the bean bag seat at tcc. she's so obsessed with it. that's it, we're getting it for her birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4517803167834761073?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4517803167834761073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4517803167834761073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we always want what we cannot have .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what is so enticing about the forbidden fruit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i promised, no more zen.&lt;br /&gt;opps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-9212818244302897319?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/9212818244302897319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=9212818244302897319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/9212818244302897319'/><link 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/&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, that was written 2 days ago, when i was feeling quite philosophical. but now i don't. god it's boring to be so philosophical all the time, not to mention how naggy it can be at times! so yes, honestly i've forgotten what i wanted to write the previous day.. but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been good. brother's working so i don't get to see him much.. that's quite depressing. but he loves his job so i'm happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated dads' day with the jeevas, most of them anyway. was a blast. the bestfriend and i have a new theme song (:&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;a month of movies..&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sex and the city"&lt;/span&gt; with shan kelv and saravanan - LOVED it. we kept laughing so much. i don't say this for many movies, but this is one that i wouldnt mind watching again.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"indiana jones"&lt;/span&gt; with the jeevas - rather okay. loved harrison ford in it. at 65, he's still good. story was rather 'blah'.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the chronicles of narnia: prince caspian"&lt;/span&gt; - i liked it, despite hearing from my friends that it wasnt that nice. chithi was saying it was a mani ratnam's film cause it was dark (as in the lights). i loved the battle scenes.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kungfu panda"&lt;/span&gt; - another feel-good movie. loved it as well. was highly recommended to me by my brother. i'm a fan of tigress. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch more movies, do things that you love, make people smile, laugh alot, dance and sing whenever you can, eat good food ---- life's secrets to being happy, according to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;see, no Zen in this post. okay maybe the above paragraph was rather Zen-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;euro has been leaving me with little sleep. but i can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;soccer is a religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4269981571353619062?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4269981571353619062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4269981571353619062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4269981571353619062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4269981571353619062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-zen.html' title='no Zen'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-4868325054824213950</id><published>2008-06-09T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:15:25.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is it too far out of line to say that i miss you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but i won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;commit you to memory, that's all i can afford to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in the days that i am down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you're the reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like quitting an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8816329-4868325054824213950?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4868325054824213950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4868325054824213950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4868325054824213950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4868325054824213950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-too-far-out-of-line-to-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-8800074960349393279</id><published>2008-06-06T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:18.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in 3 shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my life. well, a BIG HUGE part of it actually (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzHWiV-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/fga75gsfFtQ/s1600-h/jeevas"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208640346596202466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzHWiV-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/fga75gsfFtQ/s320/jeevas" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the jeevas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzsLqD7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/3RVQPT_cNlY/s1600-h/IMG_7836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208640356482682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzsLqD7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/3RVQPT_cNlY/s320/IMG_7836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rengas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzxbDUJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Px3x0MWDg3s/s1600-h/DSC06212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208640357889429650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzxbDUJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Px3x0MWDg3s/s320/DSC06212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 monkeys &lt;em&gt;( i dunno why we're monkeys, it just came out like that :p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8800074960349393279?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8800074960349393279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=8800074960349393279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8800074960349393279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8800074960349393279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-in-3-shots.html' title='life in 3 shots'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SEjOzHWiV-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/fga75gsfFtQ/s72-c/jeevas' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3115665418399008242</id><published>2008-05-27T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:39:58.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much..?</title><content type='html'>some people say it, some don't.&lt;br /&gt;some fear the word, some overuse it.&lt;br /&gt;some consider it the world,&lt;br /&gt;some find it just a four-letter-word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to measure it, maybe i can't quite define it, to differentiate it.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is, i feel it. maybe it's the only thing that matter. how it exists in the littlest things, like how subash &amp;amp; suthev let me play Fifa 08 with them, how the bestfriend defends me when prakie was disturbing me, hemma helping me with cooking (cause she's da pro and i'm not!), how kavitha just held me when i was upset, satheeshh taking pictures after pictures with me and not complaining, prakie offering me his hello panda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to say.. so much.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to start, where to stop.&lt;br /&gt;i love these kids, i can't visualize life w/o them, cause i spend so much time with all of them, sleepovers, gatherings, soccer, phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i'm not sucha sap. but lately i been thinking about them; how suthev wants his double date. haha.. indiana jones. plans to watch Narnia with hemma and company, race on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;brother cooked yday. it was just us in the house and he asked how would it be if it was just the two of us living in the house w/o the parents. i wanted to say "i think we would get bored of each other" and seeing how frequently my brother isnt at home. but i just smiled. because it was a nice thought.. how he makes me laugh with all his silly and sarcastic comments, the way he dances in the middle of the house to some weird song or burst out singing. i accompanied him to the clinic last evening, although i didnt want to initially. he kept asking and i felt bad for saying no. afterall we don't really go out together much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brother is forever.&lt;br /&gt;cause we share 50% of our genetic components?&lt;br /&gt;it goes further than that (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3115665418399008242?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3115665418399008242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3115665418399008242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3115665418399008242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3115665418399008242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-much.html' title='how much..?'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6882404146332662626</id><published>2008-05-24T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>champs of europe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDbueD0KSeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/voM8bU9JCv4/s1600-h/united-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203608619660757474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDbueD0KSeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/voM8bU9JCv4/s320/united-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;sings again, "we.......... are the champions........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;muahahhaa.. okay fine, we got lucky, if john terry hadnt missed his penalty, i would have been wallowing in sorrow. too bad for terry but cheers to van der sar. finally a save! gotta say that cech did a far better job than him though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ronaldo, well.. can't deny that his goal was brilliant; excellent cross from brown. still, he should stick to taking the penalty w/o any dramatics. it is SO predictable, running and then pausing before finally making up his mind and shooting the ball in. tsktsk.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;next up: euro twenty-o-eight! haha (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6882404146332662626?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6882404146332662626/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6287396021078668032</id><published>2008-05-20T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:19.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner at wendy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and i said, what about, breakfast at tiffany's..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, what about dinner at wendy's? guaranteed, there's no audrey hepburn but there sure is me. fine, that's too much right? apologies.. anyways, we met up (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDLVUTylteI/AAAAAAAAAps/ABEw9hkWBCg/s1600-h/DSC06086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202455064452904418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDLVUTylteI/AAAAAAAAAps/ABEw9hkWBCg/s400/DSC06086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prata club:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;top left to right: terry, qiu miao and uzair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bottom left to right: hafid, clare, eileen and sivan =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDLVUjyltfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/LBYSmaNUOx0/s1600-h/DSC06093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202455068747871730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDLVUjyltfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/LBYSmaNUOx0/s400/DSC06093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;always the trio. if only i get myself a vespa and i'm sure i'll be riding the streets of spore....&lt;br /&gt;and beyond (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDLVUzyltgI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ktPcDONM_bM/s1600-h/DSC06137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202455073042839042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SDLVUzyltgI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ktPcDONM_bM/s400/DSC06137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone loves ice cream. no? okay fine, uzair, miao and i love ice cream (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6287396021078668032?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6287396021078668032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6287396021078668032&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3909896322938417440</id><published>2008-05-14T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:19.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we .... are da champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200198303951992258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SCrQzjyltcI/AAAAAAAAApc/H-rA9PaTk3A/s400/GiggsG0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sings - "we .... are the champions ..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON! Twice in a row... Woo Hoo! It was an unbelievable night, Giggs scored! and of course the penalty by Ronaldo. Now to conquer Europe; Champions League!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea drew with Bolton. Fabulous. Boro thrashed City 8-1. Gareth Southgate must be one happy man but i have a feeling the match was adled with, c'mon, ericsson is leaving and actually i feel that he was a pretty good manager. they managed to beat man utd both at home and away this season. tsktsk.. club owners sometimes poke their noses where it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sorry to see Reading relegated. I honestly like them. Sunderland will be back for another season =) more of Keane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SCrRizyltdI/AAAAAAAAApk/sgFdShL5lBc/s1600-h/DSC06032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200199115700811218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SCrRizyltdI/AAAAAAAAApk/sgFdShL5lBc/s400/DSC06032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caught the man utd match at kavi's place, it was mums' day! :) had dinner out, we had fun.. haha.. the match was pure madness, cause erm, some people were screaming.. me? no no not me, i'm always calm and cool..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine, i was shouting. poor suthev. i think i might have squeezed his fingers outta shape.&lt;br /&gt;luckily subash wasnt there or i would have choked him like i did during the man utd-liverpool game last december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, kavi! thanks for the B-B! hahaha.. what a nice acronym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3909896322938417440?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3909896322938417440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3909896322938417440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3909896322938417440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3909896322938417440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-da-champions.html' title='we .... are da champions!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SCrQzjyltcI/AAAAAAAAApc/H-rA9PaTk3A/s72-c/GiggsG0511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-5069383354880417556</id><published>2008-05-05T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:39:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to love like your own</title><content type='html'>i've always said that if i could adopt a child in the future, i would. partly cause i dun anticipate being pregnant ( i honestly can't imagine. let's not go there), but also i feel there are really too many kids out there who are without parents or even home. instead of adding onto the population, why don't we adopt? they aren't any lesser of our children just because they didnt come from our womb, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to love your own child. a mother's love, a father's love. perhaps for some, it might not be that easy to love a child who isn't your own. and to others, it could be simpler. to love a child like your own. biological reasoning hasnt got anything to do with it, yes i understand the feeling of love is heightened when a mother carries her child inside her for 9 months (for most mothers that is, disregard to abnormal thought and behaviour by a minority of pregnant ladies).&lt;br /&gt;i would love the child despite him or her not being mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, we all know that singaporeans do not do the "deed" as much as our counterparts in other countries. we desperately need a baby boom, so leave your work at the office and spend more time in the bedroom, with your husband or wife. do it legally, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: i'm honestly not promoting anything here. i guess i drifted away from adoption to a lack of birth in singapore. so, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adopt a child. love him or her like your own :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5069383354880417556?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5069383354880417556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5069383354880417556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5069383354880417556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SBq1Puk-MiI/AAAAAAAAApU/TIommMnSZfM/s400/david-beckham-espn-dot-com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to my first love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6848797664722316274?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6848797664722316274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6848797664722316274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6848797664722316274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6848797664722316274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/05/db.html' title='db'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SBq1Puk-MiI/AAAAAAAAApU/TIommMnSZfM/s72-c/david-beckham-espn-dot-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1076453338809103199</id><published>2008-04-25T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:20.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SBF8juk-MhI/AAAAAAAAApM/chP8iBKB8HY/s1600-h/bc387bc2-30dc-4e6a-be2d-f17fd1601d31_large-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193068798575260178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/SBF8juk-MhI/AAAAAAAAApM/chP8iBKB8HY/s320/bc387bc2-30dc-4e6a-be2d-f17fd1601d31_large-profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to talk about personality disorders. but first i need to go have my lunch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- runs off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1076453338809103199?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1076453338809103199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-4588557181883771904</id><published>2008-04-10T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:21.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_0A7EsW4WI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cQJXydke_28/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187303360672751970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_0A7EsW4WI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cQJXydke_28/s320/DSC05822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cause she never fails to cheer me up (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4588557181883771904?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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loved!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-10726188444291913?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/10726188444291913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=10726188444291913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/10726188444291913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/10726188444291913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/04/bestfriends-bday.html' title='bestfriend&apos;s bday 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people in my life, related, non-related. they are so nice, so loving, they're insane! i mean in a good way. i don't know if i deserve such niceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder why people were so nice to each other, was it because they wanted something in return? was it never something genuine? and i learnt that these people, my family, aunts uncles cousins and friends, they don't expect anything from me, well perhaps to just study and get my degree (according to pk athai :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten this feeling of contentment whenever i'm with them. the small gestures and moments that matter the world to me; from the smiles i get to being asked how my day was, the random smses that make me laugh and the comical dancing antics from my brother (aaja nachle in the bus!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meet-ups with the friends. be it with shan cyn mabel &amp;amp; san or juan &amp;amp; dawn, film fests with leen, prata with the guys, and hilarious moments with shalu &amp;amp; gaya and ranjan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ranjan, i Must apologise to him. He went through alot to ensure he made it for my party (: i'm really touched (well he prolly wants to get outta camp!) but still, he being there meant alot to me cause he's been a close friend since we were 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, THANKS SO MUCH RANJAN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this ends my "thank-you" speech.&lt;br /&gt;- bows and walks out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3501011221014331984?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3501011221014331984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3501011221014331984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3501011221014331984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3501011221014331984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/04/enlightenment-not-quite.html' title='enlightenment? not quite ...'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3746028978244237928</id><published>2008-04-01T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>i never wanted a huge celebration to turn 21. but it ended up as a huge party. and i wldnt have it any other way. i'm grateful to everyone in my family, the jeevas &amp;amp; rengas and all my friends who managed to turn up. it meant alot to me and i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkDuzmkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/CYdnEs-XNQ4/s1600-h/my21st+-+deyi+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184247422464006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkDuzmkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/CYdnEs-XNQ4/s320/my21st+-+deyi+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thank you shan cynthia juan kelv &amp;amp; saran for turning up. san turned up along with brain, xueli, sichuan &amp;amp; ky. it was sucha rush cause i cldnt spend time with them and they had to leave for daniel's bday chalet. vanisha terry and fid turned up too, saw that i was caught up and left! luckily they turned up after 11 and we managed to spend some time (: thanks alot guys.&lt;br /&gt;and dearest khorkiee drove from ntu to pasir ris, spent like 5 minutes talking to me and left. ahhhh what a sweetie ((: - &lt;em&gt;sighs in contentment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkTuzmlI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gRve4qu93J0/s1600-h/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184247426758974034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkTuzmlI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gRve4qu93J0/s320/the+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my wonderful family. emcee hemma and make up girl kavi (: brilliant ppl. and the aunts and uncles. cldnt ask for more. we spent friday night, singing till sat 4am. ahhaa.. it was insane yet fun. so much fun, with the kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkjuzmmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yxNP8gja4HM/s1600-h/DSC05880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184247431053941346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkjuzmmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yxNP8gja4HM/s320/DSC05880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; carolyn and maddie turned up as well. and stayed till the end, along with the other friends n family. great to see them too. kelvyn and es turned up too. kelvin and carolyn used to be SW classmates so they were catching up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkzuzmnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/d1tWaYXhKNE/s1600-h/DSC05835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184247435348908658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkzuzmnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/d1tWaYXhKNE/s320/DSC05835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on my actual birthday, i caught up with gayathri and shalu for dinner. it was madness, cause they're mad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkzuzmoI/AAAAAAAAAok/uHPWpNq5X-s/s1600-h/DSC05807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184247435348908674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkzuzmoI/AAAAAAAAAok/uHPWpNq5X-s/s320/DSC05807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love you so ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also, thanks to ronnie, the only primary sch friend who turned up (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i forgot to mention one person in my speech on saturday. so here goes;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear God, thank you for blessing me with wonderful family, relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry sometimes i take for granted the people who care about me. and i'm sorry i cldnt differentiate between the people who love me and the people who don't. i don't know why certain things happen at times but thank you for allowing me to learn to let go. i don't know what the future holds, but i feel i'll be all right as long as i have these people with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haiyoh so sappy. on another note, i was trying to dance the waltz with subash at the chalet. and he asked me what kinda dance is that. so i said it's the waltz. and he replied "haiyoh boring lah".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PIG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3746028978244237928?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3746028978244237928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3746028978244237928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3746028978244237928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3746028978244237928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R_IlkDuzmkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/CYdnEs-XNQ4/s72-c/my21st+-+deyi+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1282935439579726911</id><published>2008-03-31T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:19:07.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;How to play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;3. use the song title as the answer to the question even though it if doesn't make sense. no cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. tag 5 ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;* aaruyire mannipaayaa - from Guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i haven't done anything that needs to be forgiven. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;* vaaji vaaji - from Sivaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! life beckons "come" to me (: haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;* long way to go - cassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, our friendship has a long way to go (:&lt;br /&gt;they're worth keeping and so am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;* over and over - nelly featuring tim mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no, please don't pay attention to the title.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not marrying over and over again. unless it's the SAME PERSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;* smile - lilly allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! the bestufriendu always smiles (: cheerful little girl. woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;* the blower's daughter - damien rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Most of the time&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah it definitely does (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;* boston - augustana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I think that I'm just tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I think I need a new town, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  to leave this all behind&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt that way in school. Had a great bunch of friends with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;* like you'll never see me again - alicia keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm spending the weekend with leen, and yeah, i wldnt take her for granted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;* pure shores - all saints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Searching places to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; A piece of something to call mine&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i found the place, it's called HOME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;* alright - kinnie starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Is it alright for you to feel this way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Put your head in my lap, the world will go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; We can go there, we can go anywhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; We can go there&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you put your head in my lap and we can go anywhere, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;* out of my head - fastball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not a good song to describe abt my friends. but well,&lt;br /&gt;i think they're out of their heads for being friends with me,&lt;br /&gt;but i love them all the more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;* more than anyone - gavin degraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm going to love you more than anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to hold you closer than before&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt. I really do love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;* kamasutra - yogi b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. hahaha.. &lt;em&gt;nee vandhaal vaadi&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;enna kodumai! the world's in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;* i don't wanna be - gavin degraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess not eh..? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;* engayo izhukuthaya - planet galatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;naa kattika sonnaal kattipidi&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;hug your family and friends, even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;it does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;* game of love - michelle branch featuring santana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should play the game of love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;* blurry - puddle of mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! you see, it really is blurry. honestly i would love to adopt kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;* calabria - enur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foo yo! that's a damn good song to strip to. way too fast though.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer something slower. that isnt gonna happen anytime though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does your mummy think of you?&lt;br /&gt;* 100 years - five for fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy loves to spend a hundred years with me ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;* are you happy now - michelle branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i don't have dark secrets, are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;* chasing cars - snow patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;don't quite know, how to say, how I feel&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wldnt be able to say why they hate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;* dear mr president - pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love pink. her song is bold and she isnt afraid of dragging the president.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. that should say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;* love is wicked - brick and lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. aiyohhh.. that's a good reason not to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Padma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Divya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Huishan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Kavitha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Minyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1282935439579726911?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1282935439579726911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1282935439579726911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1282935439579726911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1282935439579726911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-fun.html' title='for fun'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6179501317634174951</id><published>2008-03-27T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:22.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday's a special day, but today's extra special :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R-shvjuzmjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HTSRm0ksu2Q/s1600-h/Mariah-Carey-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182272897149016626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R-shvjuzmjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HTSRm0ksu2Q/s320/Mariah-Carey-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;mariah carey&lt;/strong&gt; :) she doesn't wish to reveal her age though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's to more soulful singing and re-inventing herself and exploring more genres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mariah absolutely rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes, happy birthday to me too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6179501317634174951?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6179501317634174951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6179501317634174951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6179501317634174951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lecture. it was really interesting cause we got to know the various types of disorders and a more introspective look into them, the causes, symptoms and even how it affects a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 2nd day of lecture, we watched a video abt OCD, obsessive compulsion disorder, which is characterized by a person doing something repeatedly or having certain thoughts pertaining to a specific behaviour, such as the feeling of being unclean and a compulsive act of washing your hands over and over again till you're satisfied that your hands are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video "The House of Obsessive Compulsives", was a reality programme in which a psychologist attempts to improve the lives of 3 individuals who suffer from various types of OCD. there was a middle aged lady, wendy, who had not touched anyone for 5 years and uses gloves or tissues to hold objects. she was paranoid over dirt and had a fear of glitter or any shiny metallic objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a young woman named sophie who was paranoid over dirt too and constantly kept washing her hands. her bedtime ritual of washing up would take as long as 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was a man called gerard who was afraid of touching pens and papers cause he might write a false confession to a crime that he never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these 3 individuals were put in a house in london and went through consultations with the professor and tried to overcome their fears, to live a normal life. now to most of us, it would be weird why a person was afraid of a little dirt or why a person is a clean-freak, but to these individuals, it was a daily hassle, constricting their routines, altering them and posing a challenge everyday. it seemed like such a pain to live with, especially when they showed wendy's husband, david, who was so patient with his wife, checking the clothes or an object to see if they were clean, doing the household chores and putting up with his wife's often-strange requests and yeah, the lack of love, or rather physical love. however, by meeting wendy's demands, he actually reaffirmed her obsessive compulsiveness and wasn't helpful in trying to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the story short, the individuals eventually get better, better in the sense that they were not very paranoid over their quirky fears, they were able to live in a rather normal way, just like any of us. the re-occurence of their OCD is always there. you can never be completely rid of it. you just keep it under wraps, through proper treatment, more of facing your fear instead of just depending on pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it bipolar disorder, OCD, agoraphobia, tourette, even bulimia and anorexia; individuals suffering from them do not likely think the same way as a normal person does. and by saying "normal", i would mean a person whose thoughts and actions are in sync with his or her society, accepted by societal norms. rather than laughing or ostracizing them, we should help them to improve their condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;failing to conform to societal norms might get you labelled as abnormal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5320309313624842577?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5320309313624842577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5320309313624842577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5320309313624842577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Why would you cheat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're unhappy with your partner for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;2. You want to end the relationship but don't know how to broach the topic.&lt;br /&gt;3. You're in a relationship where your partner and you do not feel the same way about each other, eg; there's no more love, passion or you're simply bored. which bring us back to option2, where you look to end the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;4. You could be in an abusive relationship, resulting in looking for love outside your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;5. You cheat with someone just to get back at your partner, due to some disputes or angry feelings directed towards him/her.&lt;br /&gt;6. You're feeling insecure. You think your partner would not be able to stay committed to you, so you cheat before he/she cheats on you. (the human mind works wonders, tsktsk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, you cheat, you got busted. You're in deep shit. You wanna make amends, (well, sorry's not gonna help much now.) Let's see what could be running through your partner's mind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you accept someone who has cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;2. By apologising profusely and making up in other ways, sufficient to accept the apology?&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you trust your partner again?&lt;br /&gt;4. Wait, is he/she still your partner after what he/she did?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you keep thinking of what YOU did to drive your partner to cheat on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many reasons why people cheat and for most of the times, i doubt it is justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;it's a breach of trust. even if you are in an abusive or unhappy relationship, call it off before you go gallivanting behind your partner's back. save all the hurt and anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-255689069763647848?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/255689069763647848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=255689069763647848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just like this friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didnt know if it was going to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or was it going to be mine to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know why things always went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or why we always disagreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had i known this all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we could have been freed from all those fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;things looked bleak right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you remember how much time we spent apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet, something always pulled me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't ask me, i don't know what was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a voice in my head told me i shouldn't walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i should wait till things are okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so, yes i stayed everytime we fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we pierced each other with those sharp words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did you or did you not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yet, something pulled me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still didnt know what was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that voice told me not to give up trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to walk away when we were fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;six years down the road, did i know things would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;different from how it used to be where we were thirteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had no clue, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you see, when life pre-destines something for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have to tip the scales to change it to the way you want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe it was just meant to be, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only six years or how much more can it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm glad you're still part of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm glad you still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm glad i fought for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even though sometimes you weren't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm glad our lives entwined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm glad you're in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've never really fought for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope this was worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if this was not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what else can i give you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because i've given you everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we couldn't see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how much we were meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;awww.. what a sad poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly, it was written by me, 3 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;when i still believed in small miracles.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5423735568887371086?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-9037161557404709389</id><published>2008-02-29T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8ePJ5ssByI/AAAAAAAAAn0/btxbZzv3IHA/s1600-h/DSC05781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172260097328154402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8ePJ5ssByI/AAAAAAAAAn0/btxbZzv3IHA/s320/DSC05781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was mum and dad's 27th wedding anniversary yday. so brother and i planned to have dinner with the towner road people :) drove here and there and finally ended up at casuarina curry. next time we shd split into 2 tables far from each other, one with the oldies, and one with the young ones! cause dad was asking us why we were making so much of noise. we were just having some FUN! tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gosh look at the pic, the headrest to my right is of liverpool. goodness. and im wearing a man utd tee. dont mind the sunglasses, it's sara brother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy leap year aights. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and congrats to &lt;strong&gt;GAYATHRI NAIR&lt;/strong&gt;! licensed to drive :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-9037161557404709389?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/9037161557404709389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=9037161557404709389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8Z1iL_kVdI/AAAAAAAAAns/KnmOyc1UMew/s1600-h/Dexters-Lab-tv-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171950452277007826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8Z1iL_kVdI/AAAAAAAAAns/KnmOyc1UMew/s320/Dexters-Lab-tv-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's reason enough :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-841963373648716341?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/841963373648716341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=841963373648716341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/841963373648716341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/841963373648716341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/02/dee-dee.html' title='dee dee'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8Z1iL_kVdI/AAAAAAAAAns/KnmOyc1UMew/s72-c/Dexters-Lab-tv-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3666633056742688926</id><published>2008-02-27T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8TXrr_kVcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ZszXizM4-gw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171495417671865794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8TXrr_kVcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ZszXizM4-gw/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, it's meant to be! okayokay, not. he's still happily married to victoria.&lt;br /&gt;but we got something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3666633056742688926?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R8TXrr_kVcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ZszXizM4-gw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1855140668780353366</id><published>2008-02-22T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:28.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.O.C - hemma's oatmeal cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R76SOb_kVbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sBRGNfdXjJE/s1600-h/DSC05718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169730198998111666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R76SOb_kVbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sBRGNfdXjJE/s320/DSC05718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bestest oatmeal cookies in da whole wide world are those that are specially baked by hemma. don't ask me what goes into them, yes oatmeal and flour butter whatever, and ya, she adds choc chips too. it's yummy and she made a bottle for me! muahahaha! cause you can't stop at one cookie, you have to HAVE moremoremore. it's an addiction. i am addicted to oatmeal cookies, i will call them &lt;strong&gt;H.O.C&lt;/strong&gt; which stands for &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;emma's &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;atmeal &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ookies. and now i've gotten into a typing frenzy cause i'm on a sugar high, oatmeal high, whichever. moremore i want more of the cookies so i'm abandoning my blog and running to the kitchen to grab the whole bottle and stuff myself silly. hail H.O.C!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1855140668780353366?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1855140668780353366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-5548291152457784922</id><published>2008-02-17T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:58:49.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a memory</title><content type='html'>i rmbr when i was in primary school, mum would tuck one of her handkerchief into my shirt pocket, every morning. and knowingly or unknowingly to her, i would take her handkerchief out and go get my dad's handkerchief and bring that to school. cause i didnt like the pink-with-flowers handkerchief that mum had :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i hardly find any youths carrying handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;the handkerchief generation belongs to the middle aged adults :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5548291152457784922?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5548291152457784922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5548291152457784922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5548291152457784922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5548291152457784922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/02/memory.html' title='a memory'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3577965492307191629</id><published>2008-02-13T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:09:50.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;goodbye dear friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day you would walk with me through heaven's gate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till i see you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rest in peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3577965492307191629?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3577965492307191629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3577965492307191629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3577965492307191629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3577965492307191629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-dear-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1180298461624894007</id><published>2008-02-12T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:06:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;how can i understand a mother's heartbreak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there lies her daughter, on her death bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i understand a mother's heartache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when her thoughts of God are only filled with hate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i understand a mother's pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her child slips away, death bringing no gain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i understand a mother's tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is losing the one she holds near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slip into her shoes, they would bite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cry a little, don't try to hide..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do not know of God's plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-408807542906910555</id><published>2008-02-12T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:29.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family's fun.</title><content type='html'>some overdued photographs taken at uncle's house on their surprise 20th wedding anniversary party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7Elnr_kVYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/9Xdaa8DO8ho/s1600-h/sath+%26+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951611325142402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7Elnr_kVYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/9Xdaa8DO8ho/s320/sath+%26+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; satheeshh is to be loved. i asked for a kiss and he gave me one :) well it's kinda sad that i hadta ask for it. ohwells, still, i got one! adorable darling boy. who declares divya as his fav akka but that will soon change to ME! oh ya, he screams better than me, in a high pitched voice, the cousins actually thought it was me screaming. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElDb_kVTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/8GWGY1S0iCs/s1600-h/DSC05670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165950988554884402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElDb_kVTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/8GWGY1S0iCs/s320/DSC05670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BESTU FRIENDU! :D simply the best, she rescued me from prakie monster. haha.. =) nee kallu lah bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElDr_kVUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nfBAKyGjkn4/s1600-h/DSC05707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165950992849851714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElDr_kVUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nfBAKyGjkn4/s320/DSC05707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hemma with the twins. haha, not it's just my brother and murali. they look quite alike. and yes, hemma's middle name is happy, happy to be btw these wonderful guys. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElEL_kVVI/AAAAAAAAAms/eADCSi60_Wk/s1600-h/DSC05728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951001439786322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElEL_kVVI/AAAAAAAAAms/eADCSi60_Wk/s320/DSC05728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy 20th anniversary mama and athai :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElEL_kVWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4hsDjUihx70/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951001439786338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElEL_kVWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4hsDjUihx70/s320/DSC05740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brother, subash &amp;amp; i. they are all to be loved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElEb_kVXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xp7_9Cp1fus/s1600-h/DSC05683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951005734753650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7ElEb_kVXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xp7_9Cp1fus/s320/DSC05683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the best friend loves my brother. haha.. so does koms. oh goodness they're fighting over him. haha.. madness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951615620109714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7Eln7_kVZI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WZtDXFOxgdk/s320/DSC05754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;our workaholic kavi who joined us at 11:30pm. poor tired girl. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951615620109730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R7Eln7_kVaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/soWFXMWIqgc/s320/DSC05757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;at casuarina with sabrina anni! :) along with us were saravanan bro, mr happiness &amp;amp; my brother. sucha hoot with all those ppl, we laughed so much :) happyhillarious.&lt;br /&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/8816329-408807542906910555?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/408807542906910555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6287293279350500387</id><published>2008-02-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:49:12.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i sat typing away at the computer, with the sunlight streaming into my room, through the window, mum walked into my room and said "the sunlight is falling onto you."&lt;br /&gt;she proceeded to close the window. she patted my head and walked out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;and i just feel so loved :) &lt;em&gt;the simple things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6287293279350500387?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6287293279350500387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>what is meant by &lt;u&gt;natural happiness&lt;/u&gt;? well shalu mentioned the term and i was pondering upon it. what is natural happiness? if that exists, then there is an unnatural happiness?&lt;br /&gt;maybe natural happiness is the state where we are genuinely happy and carefree? and not just putting on a front? perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a society where a person's success is determined by their education, their job, their marriage and how well they raise their kids. yes, education and job are essential in life, but what about marriage? when we talk abt freedom of choice, isnt it an individual's choice whether or not to get married? in the past, marriage is a duty, what each person has to do when they reach a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, people can either choose to get married or choose to remain single. it's their prerogative. my mum mentioned that a girl should get married by 27. wait, or did she say 24? gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my view is that, if i can't find a person that i really really really want to spend the rest of my life with, then i'm gonna stay single till i find that person, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, but what do you think about &lt;strong&gt;cohabiting&lt;/strong&gt;? :p&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;indian women shd not speak such absurd things&lt;/em&gt;"! or so, the society would preach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7540092514244681715?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7540092514244681715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7540092514244681715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoV5AD_SI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dPcjtv6kvhs/s320/DSC05666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went for minyi's pre-21st bday celebration, at one degree 15. on a yacht. thanks to khorkiee for driving criz and i into sentosa. real good to see all of them. we left before the party could officially start. criz and i both had tests the next day. pretty funky minyi huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoWZAD_TI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SJf8sKyNFPo/s1600-h/DSC05617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162717650471877938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoWZAD_TI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SJf8sKyNFPo/s320/DSC05617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; belated photograph from thaipusam. that's raj brother. leaving perumal temple. we had an excellent urumi group. and great company along the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoW5AD_UI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Wc6gQ9Mb_s0/s1600-h/DSC05679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162717659061812546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoW5AD_UI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Wc6gQ9Mb_s0/s320/DSC05679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i got bored. so i searched the internet for tattoos and came across this butterfly one. no no, i copied this from the original one. not that bad huh? would it fit across my calf? haha.. mum wld murder me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoXJAD_VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bf3J6GY_eC0/s1600-h/DSC05677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162717663356779858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R6WoXJAD_VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bf3J6GY_eC0/s320/DSC05677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "so what" is the phrase of the day. yours truly drew it, cause... i was bored, while doing my assignment. much thanks to Nadiah for her company last noon and Es for answering my stats qn and Kavi for listening to me. i can't wait for wed to be over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4991798251615116425?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4991798251615116425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4991798251615116425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;strong&gt;criz &lt;/strong&gt;last evening - big big BIG smile. she was saying how busy she is that she cldnt update her blog and prolly direct everyone to my blog, since i volunteered to do an update for her. so here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christina Yeo&lt;/u&gt; has a hectic schedule filled with projects, meetings, tests, etc etc. therefore please do not take offence if she has been missing in your life. she's still a dear :) ahhhhh heck it, I MISS YOU CRIZ :( haha.. i miss all the times we had in nyp and out of nyp. i'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms. blahhh.. still, it was really great to catch up with you tmr and please, let's not go back to THAT horrible place to makan again. see ya on friday babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called fate.&lt;br /&gt;from town, i took a train to get to class. and across the road, i spotted someone looking at me. and it was .... &lt;strong&gt;premmlatha&lt;/strong&gt;! :) yeap, it sure is nice to see me when you think abt me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice can my day get. i got to meet 2 of my really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;class was really fun last evening. i got a great bunch of people around me. - sighs in contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i met the cousin! &lt;strong&gt;hemma&lt;/strong&gt; d/o bala! nicenicenice. it was the first time that both of us managed to buy some clothes in abt 5 minutes. haha.. lunch at tekka and we did some aimless walking around little india. thanks for the gossip man! :) haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8783762484816668143?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8783762484816668143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"so not normal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"he's weird."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why's she not like us?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"can't he be normal?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is normal?&lt;br /&gt;normal's what is accepted by societal norms, not differing from what is being acceptable, not deviating from a standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who defines what normal is, and what normal isn't? i'll quote the famous example that my lecturer uses. suppose you visit a tribe in a village and they are all nude. you are the only one who's wearing clothes. so, that makes the villagers normal and you, abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;another example; in a predominantly heterosexual community, being homosexual or bisexual is deemed as abnormal. if we play this scenario in another direction, in a predominantly homosexual community, being a heterosexual is considered to be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that tells us about being normal? normalcy is when you are part of a group or community that shares certain behaviour, values or personality. deviate away from this social standard, and you find yourself on the abnormal scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standards and rules are made up by humans. we define what normal and abnormal is. truth is, but a societal construct and agreement. yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4194882994763591141?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4194882994763591141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4194882994763591141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-4942023181336395707?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4942023181336395707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=4942023181336395707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4942023181336395707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/4942023181336395707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/01/truth-is-social-agreement-so-states.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-5957194810871739407</id><published>2008-01-18T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:26:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;self-imposed hiatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;au revoir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5957194810871739407?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5957194810871739407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5957194810871739407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwS7ir8I/AAAAAAAAAls/H8JlS7HqTS4/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss criz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwC7ir6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/JqtXueFl4q4/s1600-h/DSC04668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316734527025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwC7ir6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/JqtXueFl4q4/s320/DSC04668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss uz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwC7ir7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/AJ0la09e0WY/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316734527025074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwC7ir7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/AJ0la09e0WY/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss vanisha dass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwS7ir9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/qm0MH1eXwM8/s1600-h/DSC03062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316738821992402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qwS7ir9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/qm0MH1eXwM8/s320/DSC03062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss yuana "pojok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNC7ir1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/tWRwXkikiZI/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316133231603538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNC7ir1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/tWRwXkikiZI/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss firry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNC7ir2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/0KjnX2g2wCY/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316133231603554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNC7ir2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/0KjnX2g2wCY/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss leen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNS7ir3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Sy8641kRx9Y/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316137526570866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNS7ir3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Sy8641kRx9Y/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss fid &amp;amp; terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNi7ir4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/rqNlev8cWFU/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156316141821538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNi7ir4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/rqNlev8cWFU/s320/DSC03631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss cabelyn sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R47qNy7ir5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/8uFVWLNFpVk/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss sw0401. and the lecturers &amp;amp; tutors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even the liverpool-supporting mr teo, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;north, south, mac canteens and food junction.&lt;br /&gt;the almost-daily daidee sessions &amp;amp; other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;games that criz teaches us.&lt;br /&gt;the meet-ups at yck mrt &amp;amp; da walk to campus.&lt;br /&gt;shouting across da walkways to friends &amp;amp; lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous prata sessions after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-485238868787838632?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-2910232737288517972</id><published>2008-01-14T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner &amp; 6 goals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzC7irxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BkE44CECn-U/s1600-h/gayashalusivan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155310732927217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzC7irxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BkE44CECn-U/s320/gayashalusivan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a last minute meet-up with gaya and shalu. all cause shalu called :) awww.. okayyy..&lt;br /&gt;met shal and wenta boat quay, ordered great food and waited for gayathri nair cause she was tryna rest aft getting her hair rebonded! haha.. we were irritating shalu cause she cut her hair that afternoon. but well, she still looks nice lah.. besides the fact that she's shrinking. but that's also okay cause she looks nice. haha.. sat around talking before we got caught in a photo-taking frenzy with the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzS7irzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/D8d8oT3lCSQ/s1600-h/CRon0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155310737222184754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzS7irzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/D8d8oT3lCSQ/s320/CRon0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah, we totally, i mean TOTALLY decimated newcastle that night! haha.. it's more due to a lack of castle's defence. first half was frustrating though. claps to ronaldo, he went home with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzi7ir0I/AAAAAAAAAks/ClaUPFfUxlM/s1600-h/RioPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155310741517152066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzi7ir0I/AAAAAAAAAks/ClaUPFfUxlM/s320/RioPA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeap, you know it's a bad bad day for castle when even ferdinand was able to add his name into the score list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155310732927217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzC7iryI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Jod-NOVw4s8/s320/meandyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm ya, what was liverpool's result once again? cough*1-1*cough! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2910232737288517972?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2910232737288517972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2910232737288517972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2910232737288517972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2910232737288517972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/01/dinner-6-goals.html' title='dinner &amp; 6 goals.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4tXzC7irxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BkE44CECn-U/s72-c/gayashalusivan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6465605055291364417</id><published>2008-01-06T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4Bply7iruI/AAAAAAAAAj8/HgCZ_a8KrVg/s1600-h/steel_magnolias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152234071759433442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4Bply7iruI/AAAAAAAAAj8/HgCZ_a8KrVg/s320/steel_magnolias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago, i caught &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098384/"&gt;"steel magnolias"&lt;/a&gt; on hbo. i have never heard of the movie, but i watched it partly for julia roberts. it's a movie about a group of women who congregate in a local beauty parlour in louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's sally field (&lt;em&gt;forrest gump, brothers &amp;amp; sisters&lt;/em&gt;) and julia roberts (&lt;em&gt;pretty woman, the runaway bride&lt;/em&gt;) who play mother and daughter; dolly parton who is the owner of the beauty parlour, Olympia Dukakis &amp;amp; Shirley MacLaine (&lt;em&gt;both veteran actresses&lt;/em&gt;) who play good friends in this film &amp;amp; Daryl Hannah (&lt;em&gt;kill bill&lt;/em&gt;) who joins the beauty parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great movie that makes you laugh and cry at the same time. i wldnt really call it a chick flick. it's an honest, open movie that makes you think. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4BpmC7irvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Z7CZd4dCCZY/s1600-h/5635poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152234076054400754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4BpmC7irvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Z7CZd4dCCZY/s320/5635poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next up, gayathri shalini ranjan and i caught &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765120/"&gt;"My Blueberry Nights" &lt;/a&gt;. honestly, it was a bit of a disappointment. jude law had nothing much to do in this movie, except to serve blueberry pies &amp;amp; get punched in da face. norah jones in her acting debut, was pretty stiff and hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a slow moving film and the best parts in this film were prolly in the segments where they featured David Strathairn (&lt;em&gt;fracture, good night &amp;amp; good luck&lt;/em&gt;) who plays Arnie the cop, Rachel Weisz (&lt;em&gt;constantine, the constant gardener&lt;/em&gt;) and Natalie Portman (&lt;em&gt;closer, v for vendetta&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then, this film couldnt be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6465605055291364417?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6465605055291364417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6465605055291364417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6465605055291364417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6465605055291364417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-movies.html' title='more movies.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R4Bply7iruI/AAAAAAAAAj8/HgCZ_a8KrVg/s72-c/steel_magnolias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-5247507382832658414</id><published>2008-01-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey 2008 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXGi7irpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VMZw2Fxz8Vg/s1600-h/IMG_7114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524893818957458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXGi7irpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VMZw2Fxz8Vg/s320/IMG_7114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they call us "&lt;strong&gt;THE RENGAS&lt;/strong&gt;" :) new year eve spent on a yatcht. all thanks to semmy uncle and raj anneh and the wonderful cousins. it was sucha blast. that is actually an understatement. haha. i had truckloads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXHS7irqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5qayNEi9S-w/s1600-h/IMG_7098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524906703859362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXHS7irqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5qayNEi9S-w/s320/IMG_7098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deepa and i. sajeetha has a dumb joke abt this picture. grrrr. hahah.. and it's not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXHy7irrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lfp8CmD5dPE/s1600-h/IMG_7197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524915293793970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXHy7irrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lfp8CmD5dPE/s320/IMG_7197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deepa cant even let me dance in peace :p paparazzi! haha.. dancing on a boat, who would have thought it wld be this fun? rocked man, literally. thanks dear people ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed to kavi's place aft that. got there aft 2am :) continued partying. haha..&lt;br /&gt;slept at abt 5am. kavi and i got stuck with the boys. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soccer the next day. it doesnt even feel like a new year, but ohwells, Happy New Year everyone =) i'm glad to be here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5247507382832658414?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5247507382832658414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5247507382832658414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5247507382832658414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5247507382832658414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-2008.html' title='hey 2008 :)'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pXGi7irpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VMZw2Fxz8Vg/s72-c/IMG_7114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-12807765300624585</id><published>2007-12-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:34.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranjan turns 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150522222349299330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pUrC7iroI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KZl4aASCIWk/s320/DSC05539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bday&lt;strong&gt; ranjan kumar&lt;/strong&gt; :) hope you like your gifts and dinner. no 2 dollar chicken rice. haha.. we all love you! and we don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pUqy7irnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/e2MpFxAiINg/s1600-h/DSC05541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150522218054332018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pUqy7irnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/e2MpFxAiINg/s320/DSC05541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guest of honour : mr saravanan! MIA fella finally joins us :) glad to see him. and of course, the dearest gaya pandi and shalu vaalu! look how happy gayathri is, as though it was her bday. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-12807765300624585?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/12807765300624585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=12807765300624585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/12807765300624585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/12807765300624585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/ranjan-turns-20.html' title='ranjan turns 20!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3pUrC7iroI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KZl4aASCIWk/s72-c/DSC05539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1485237990536952705</id><published>2007-12-29T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:36.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marathon of movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XY7y7irkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I-NakesLsGM/s1600-h/i_am_legend09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149260270763421250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XY7y7irkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I-NakesLsGM/s320/i_am_legend09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "i am legend"&lt;/strong&gt; with shan and cynthia. we were the noisiest bunch there, haha.. why? cause cynthia refused to look at the gory parts and was 'telling' will smith not to do this and that. overall, it was a different type of film, albeit the comparisons to "resident evil". it's more slow paced and "the infected" were not a bunch of dumb zombies (as shan put it), but rather smart and fast! smith was good. and so was the dog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XY8C7irlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uChBc9GM62o/s1600-h/billa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149260275058388562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XY8C7irlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uChBc9GM62o/s320/billa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "billa"&lt;/strong&gt; (2007) with mum, bala uncle, nava chithi, hemma &amp;amp; divya. excellent cinematography, it was taken like an english movie, the car chases (was done by ajith himself, accomplished racer, the drift was, whoa!!). however, there will be comparisons made btw rajini (billa 1980) and ajith. i preferred rajini as billa, but well, the whole billa 2007 was a pleasure to watch, esp with prabhu's and ajith's comic scenes :) nayantara was, whoa! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149266811998613090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Xe4i7irmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wxBW1l4khlE/s320/204639~Practical-Magic-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the first movie in kavi's and my 'sandra bullock movie marathon'! &lt;strong&gt;"practical magic"&lt;/strong&gt;. a very young sandra and and nicole kidman. it was funny, it was teary, it was scary sometimes and it was sweet :) the film's abt a family of witches, 2 aunts and their nieces and how marrying someone who was "normal" was a bane cause eventually he would die. the 2 sisters find love, and all the complications that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XWuS7iriI/AAAAAAAAAig/uR50X58Ay9A/s1600-h/nicole+kidman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149257839811931682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XWuS7iriI/AAAAAAAAAig/uR50X58Ay9A/s320/nicole+kidman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nicole kidman! unrecognisable :) see what time does to you? nicole in "the golden compass" looked entirely different. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XWui7irjI/AAAAAAAAAio/B79SeT9jGVU/s1600-h/sandra_bullock_28_days_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149257844106898994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XWui7irjI/AAAAAAAAAio/B79SeT9jGVU/s320/sandra_bullock_28_days_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the next movie kavi and i caught was &lt;strong&gt;"28 days"&lt;/strong&gt;. a movie abt drugs and rehab. sandra plays a drug addict who refuses to admit that she has a problem. she is sent to rehab and keeps away from all activities. it was a realistic movie :) no bluntness there. sandra's damn good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, sandra rocks. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1485237990536952705?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1485237990536952705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1485237990536952705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1485237990536952705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1485237990536952705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/marathon-of-movies.html' title='marathon of movies'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3XY7y7irkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I-NakesLsGM/s72-c/i_am_legend09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1525905654929525926</id><published>2007-12-25T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:37.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts, chocolates and laughter. no snow though.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; Y'ALL! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cpoy7ircI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYvPvz7S27w/s1600-h/DSC05470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147800892415847874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cpoy7ircI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYvPvz7S27w/s320/DSC05470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met eileen yesterday. we had a gift exchange! :) maybe i'm too predictable or maybe she really knows what i love. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3CppS7irdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1muk86XzJS0/s1600-h/DSC05474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147800901005782482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3CppS7irdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1muk86XzJS0/s320/DSC05474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED STUFF! :D - BIG HUGE GRIN.&lt;br /&gt;and chocolates that are to die for. leen, you are to be loved! :)&lt;br /&gt;oh, of course i got her something too. a lovely erm, how do i describe it? it's a candle holder that's shaped like a rectangular box with reindeer engravings. haha.. i shall leave it to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cppi7ireI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XWhs2c728IM/s1600-h/P1060065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147800905300749794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cppi7ireI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XWhs2c728IM/s320/P1060065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner with the wonderful girls; cynthia shan and mabel. we were joined by gj and thereafter, jc. such fun. another xmas eve together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cppy7irfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hMVFHEzzeUM/s1600-h/P1060062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147800909595717106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cppy7irfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hMVFHEzzeUM/s320/P1060062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mabel just loves to disturb me, although the picture looks otherwise. haha.. yesyes, i will stop talking to your pinky lah! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147804534548114946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cs8y7irgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_-6n8pL_46o/s320/DSC05484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tigger! gift from shan, who forgot to remove the price tag  - faints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merriest xmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1525905654929525926?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1525905654929525926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1525905654929525926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1525905654929525926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1525905654929525926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/gifts-chocolates-and-laughter-no-snow.html' title='gifts, chocolates and laughter. no snow though.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R3Cpoy7ircI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYvPvz7S27w/s72-c/DSC05470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1525746808064226846</id><published>2007-12-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:39.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life story within a few songs, lovely art &amp; a movie marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147204504641391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LOdVwyfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KUgbw-C_aSQ/s320/22-12-07_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;uncle, aunty, kavitha and i went for the mgr show at rp on saturday evening. pretty alright. of course for most of the evening we were talking about our life stories, deepest apologies to the performers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147204491756489186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LNtVwyeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-mn-Kf1JL0E/s320/DSC05449.JPG" border="0" /&gt; kavi, vanessa-damn-cool-paul and sivan :) van, i don't know how an attitude can be cute and why you think i have funny expressions. ah wells, the show was more entertaining with you guys around :) and yes, thank u for saying that having me over adds more fun to xmas day. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147204487461521874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LNdVwydI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/sW2Q38NU6Yk/s320/DSC05435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;aunty ron's da biggest sandra bullock fan i've ever known! and this isnt her complete collection of the movies. kavi and i borrowed these movies. we've caught &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120791"&gt;"Practical Magic"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0191754/"&gt;"28 Days"&lt;/a&gt;. sandra bullock's BEAUTIFULLY EXCELLENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147204478871587250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LM9VwybI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SylHPhCuCkQ/s320/DSC05426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;finally met juan and dawn :) prata-ed and juan had to leave earlier. she has a big and warm heart, really. - smiles. so dawn and i wenta thomson plaza and i ended up spending more.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LNNVwycI/AAAAAAAAAhI/miUUsBjC7HU/s1600-h/DSC05432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147204483166554562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LNNVwycI/AAAAAAAAAhI/miUUsBjC7HU/s320/DSC05432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dawn and i fell in love with this lovely art store that's called "&lt;strong&gt;Lovely DeArt&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147206862578436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26NXtVwygI/AAAAAAAAAho/GmFNb9tMzQI/s320/DSC05430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;they sell really beautiful paintings, tea sets, table clocks, antique-looking wooden boxes and etc etc. and the prices are affordable. check it out, it's situated at Thomson Plaza, 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayss.. thats how my weekend was spent. should i carry on with my sandra bullock movie marathon, alone? :)) g'night y'all.&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/8816329-1525746808064226846?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1525746808064226846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1525746808064226846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1525746808064226846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1525746808064226846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-story-within-few-songs-lovely-art.html' title='life story within a few songs, lovely art &amp; a movie marathon'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26LOdVwyfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KUgbw-C_aSQ/s72-c/22-12-07_1741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-8907305654950569628</id><published>2007-12-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:40.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise for shalu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgNVwyXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fhd_-tEBTik/s1600-h/DSC05428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147201511049185650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgNVwyXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fhd_-tEBTik/s320/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we gathered our troops at cafe iguana on thursday night, preparing to give &lt;strong&gt;shalu&lt;/strong&gt; the surprise of her life, and we really did :)) gayathri suba and i met earlier and waited for gaya to bring shalu to meet us. of course shalu didnt know that she was gonna be meeting us. that made it all the more fun. ranjan, UNfashionably late, as always. sorry ranjan, its really gonna be the 2 dollars chicken rice for your bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgdVwyYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6gxG4efF8Ao/s1600-h/DSC05447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147201515344152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgdVwyYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6gxG4efF8Ao/s320/DSC05447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't mind him, he never smiles. gayathri and i make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgdVwyZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GitDjwe4UyU/s1600-h/DSC05437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147201515344152978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgdVwyZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GitDjwe4UyU/s320/DSC05437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they love their margaritas.. kudikaaris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147202610560813474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26JgNVwyaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GRzquvmeGB0/s320/DSC05479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;why are most gayathri-s insane? gayathri nair the loosu and gaya papaya the mad art student.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope you enjoyed your surprise dinner shalu :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8907305654950569628?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8907305654950569628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=8907305654950569628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8907305654950569628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8907305654950569628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/surprise-for-shalu.html' title='surprise for shalu'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R26IgNVwyXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fhd_-tEBTik/s72-c/DSC05428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7412831917120166838</id><published>2007-12-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145682239382669650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiu9VwyVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/26ipZirX9qo/s320/DSC05387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to nyp on tuesday. for lunch! criz khorkiee min and i missed school food. so we wenta food junction, which is no more called food junction? right? okay.. oh ya, the pic above showcases minyi's funky fingernails. haha. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145682235087702322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiutVwyTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZNtthxIRVqk/s320/DSC05375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;khorkiee and crizzie. still da same lah, kk can't smile for nuts! haha.. =) of course min gotta include herself into the picture, or at least include her pair of chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145682239382669634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiu9VwyUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eY_aym8QIWs/s320/DSC05386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thats her, with long long hair. sorta. she still talks like she's talking to everyone, i mean EVERYONE in food junction. gosh.. some things nv change :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145682243677636962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kivNVwyWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/RrCa3cUyIfg/s320/DSC05394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;kind soul min drove us back. it was a fun ride. haha.. i wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiutVwySI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wMEhhsOq3gA/s1600-h/DSC05409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145682235087702306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiutVwySI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wMEhhsOq3gA/s320/DSC05409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met eileen and benny on monday. lunch at bugis. it was great seeing benny and many thanks to leen for paying for lunch :) soon, it was time for leen to get back to work, and for benny &amp;amp; i to shop! :)) i love benny, hahaha.. we had such great time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiE9VwyOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7ajiGXFo8Wk/s1600-h/DSC05363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681517828163810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiE9VwyOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7ajiGXFo8Wk/s320/DSC05363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; satheeshh's eyelashes, that are totally wasted on him. no need for mascara. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiFNVwyPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/GEuTRAmPuSo/s1600-h/DSC05387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681522123131122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiFNVwyPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/GEuTRAmPuSo/s320/DSC05387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the great showdown; manchester united vs liverpool. divya, hemma and i ; the man utd supporters. divya with the man utd mini replica ball, hemma with the man utd cap and me wearing man utd jersey! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiFdVwyQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZbBX5-_cqQM/s1600-h/DSC05389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681526418098434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiFdVwyQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZbBX5-_cqQM/s320/DSC05389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the liverpool fans ; murali, satheeshh, subash, suthev and my brother. hmm, sexist arent we? the girls supporting man utd and the boys rooting for pool. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiFtVwyRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/uY9hOaa_ZqA/s1600-h/DSC05390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681530713065746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiFtVwyRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/uY9hOaa_ZqA/s320/DSC05390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeap, full gear. haha.. well, it IS an important match! the jersey was a gift from fid uz terry &amp;amp; company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681509238229202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiEdVwyNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/S-_iAOX4eNQ/s320/DSC05344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;bestfriend &amp;amp; i eating ice cream. haha.. after dinner at pasir ris, which was after watching golden compass. &lt;em&gt;best friend kaadhal varaadhaa?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7412831917120166838?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7412831917120166838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7412831917120166838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7412831917120166838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7412831917120166838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-remember.html' title='do you remember?'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2kiu9VwyVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/26ipZirX9qo/s72-c/DSC05387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3843368136764736397</id><published>2007-12-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:42.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays and a victory ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOltVwyII/AAAAAAAAAeU/IMTcOREbdRY/s1600-h/DSC05296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144956402794547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOltVwyII/AAAAAAAAAeU/IMTcOREbdRY/s320/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;finally 20. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOmdVwyJI/AAAAAAAAAec/wC-Dig2gRcI/s1600-h/DSC05116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144956415679449234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOmdVwyJI/AAAAAAAAAec/wC-Dig2gRcI/s320/DSC05116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; makkal! happy 18th birthday to you lah! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOnNVwyKI/AAAAAAAAAek/z6d-MWidNh4/s1600-h/DSC05191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144957704169638082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aPxdVwyMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zq7LN-pJDWM/s320/DSC05048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ahhhhhh my beloved 'sath sath' :p&lt;br /&gt;sweetie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOnNVwyLI/AAAAAAAAAes/IRP98IUdp5Q/s1600-h/DSC05315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144956428564351154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOnNVwyLI/AAAAAAAAAes/IRP98IUdp5Q/s320/DSC05315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; YEAH BABY WE WON&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;(me with the dejected pool fans!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3843368136764736397?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3843368136764736397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3843368136764736397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3843368136764736397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3843368136764736397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthdays-and-victory.html' title='birthdays and a victory ;)'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R2aOltVwyII/AAAAAAAAAeU/IMTcOREbdRY/s72-c/DSC05296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3064368411705232844</id><published>2007-12-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10yBCVBZDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HjHlG3iood0/s1600-h/DSC04926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142321342913274930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10yBCVBZDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HjHlG3iood0/s320/DSC04926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the jeevas' cousins :) so close. i love. the little ones and the ones who make me feel little (not in a bad way lah!) it was uncle's surprise party yday. sucha blast. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307538888385570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10ldiVBZCI/AAAAAAAAAds/qXZQqi45XO4/s320/P1050666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the 5. after a long long time, we've met, as the whole group lah. nothing changes, i feel. its still easy being around with them. behaving like clowns and lunatics. ahhh... bliss. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10yBiVBZEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T0ivR2jQtbI/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142321351503209538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10yBiVBZEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T0ivR2jQtbI/s320/DSC05310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the donkeys that i have to put up with. erm more like they gotta endure me lah. each one brings a bit of life when life seems quite mundane. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10yCSVBZFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/DsXe074AU9M/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10ldCVBZBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qWOGKfoe-v4/s1600-h/DSC04919.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lastly, just a small note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142327115349320802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R103RCVBZGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/eQ76eOI4nr0/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;you're a good friend. more than just a really good friend. all these years i've known that but i just felt like telling you suddenly. (no i'm not abt to die.) and i'm just glad you're still in my life. means alot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3064368411705232844?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3064368411705232844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3064368411705232844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3064368411705232844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3064368411705232844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-close.html' title='so close.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R10yBCVBZDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HjHlG3iood0/s72-c/DSC04926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6865023038430272870</id><published>2007-12-06T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you steven taylor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1eT4CVBZAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aPsDLtx34JY/s1600-h/tayaloror_get41222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140740090573710338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1eT4CVBZAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aPsDLtx34JY/s320/tayaloror_get41222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woo hooo!! steven taylor is to be loved! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;newcastle 1 - arsenal 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfecto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6865023038430272870?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6865023038430272870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6865023038430272870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6865023038430272870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6865023038430272870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-you-steven-taylor.html' title='i love you steven taylor!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1eT4CVBZAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aPsDLtx34JY/s72-c/tayaloror_get41222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-8204431487686181404</id><published>2007-12-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:44.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"enchanted", "the cupid effect" and "the adorable boy of mine"! :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiTSVBY9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ivwZRYFDU0M/s1600-R/amd_enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139770789469447122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiTSVBY9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/_2ETq1p7dyk/s320/amd_enchanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; firstly, i caught "Enchanted" with Shan today! :)) lovely lovely lovely movie.. shan and i laughed our way through and were hooked onto the feel-good songs featured in the movie. haha.. gosh.. shan is great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiTyVBY-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/CUFY-4sRtIg/s1600-R/371.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139770798059381730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiTyVBY-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/p-FEhvBo0U4/s320/371.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i bought "The Cupid Effect" by Dorothy Koomson! WOOTS! i cant say anything abt the book yet cause i have not embarked on reading it. haha.. another intriguing read i suppose :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiUyVBY_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/7yeFQpd6HX0/s1600-R/DSC05251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139770815239250930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiUyVBY_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/O_EFqQ8eNCc/s320/DSC05251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the adorable SUBASH :)))) whom i love to bits and pieces.. he called me this evening while i was reading a book and enquired abt the book, where i borrowed it from, whether i like to read romance novels. he's deeply interested in my life, my extra-curricular life and even my classes :) sucha sweet sweet boy. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8204431487686181404?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8204431487686181404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=8204431487686181404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8204431487686181404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8204431487686181404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/12/enchanted-cupid-effect-and-adorable-boy.html' title='&quot;enchanted&quot;, &quot;the cupid effect&quot; and &quot;the adorable boy of mine&quot;! :p'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R1QiTSVBY9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/_2ETq1p7dyk/s72-c/amd_enchanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-6437111750415218059</id><published>2007-11-28T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospitals, sick and a lovely read.</title><content type='html'>i been missing again. from the virtual world. sort of. been going to places. being sick. bestfriend was in the hospital for almost a week. visited her twice. met up with denise. dinner was 3 scoops of ice cream. next day, i fell sick. soccer with the boys and brother. carrom with uncle and the boys. liverpool vs newcastle and man utd vs bolton (grrr..) with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell sick. okay, boring. move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had research methods tutorial last evening. dom wasnt there; OT. great bunch of friends though :) our group won abt 4 packets of M&amp;amp;Ms. haha. since i was sick, i passed them to Es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appt at mountA this morning. i hate hospitals. but sometimes, we don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december boys with eileen. enchanted with shan. more movies i wanna watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught "the game plan" with vaalu. nice movie. nice company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading "marshmallows for breakfast" by dorothy koomson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137872778742275538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R01kEhYVHdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Fm2Dfu5769M/s320/marshmallows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have yet to complete the book but since chapter1, i realised its sucha good read. i dont even know why i have a sudden realisation about it, but i am a picky reader. but well, ms dorothy is a good writer and she has gotten me hooked on so much that i been reading the book even though i have an eye infection, haha. i can't wait to get her other books; "my best friend's girl" and "the cupid effect" :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy reading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-6437111750415218059?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6437111750415218059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=6437111750415218059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6437111750415218059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/6437111750415218059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/11/hospitals-sick-and-lovely-read.html' title='hospitals, sick and a lovely read.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R01kEhYVHdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Fm2Dfu5769M/s72-c/marshmallows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3060912461821943676</id><published>2007-11-23T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T12:47:06.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glossyposse, love it.</title><content type='html'>Hey friends, my very good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is selling some pretty nice clothes. If you are interested, please &lt;u&gt;click on her photograph&lt;/u&gt; below and you will be directed to her blog.&lt;br /&gt;If you are not interested, click on the photo anyway, there are plenty of sexayyy photos of her :)) and the clothes are real nice and some of 'em can't be found in spore. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glossyposse.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/81fkwzk.jpg" border="0" alt="click on this pretty pretty girl :)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3060912461821943676?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3060912461821943676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3060912461821943676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3060912461821943676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3060912461821943676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/11/glossyposse-love-it.html' title='glossyposse, love it.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/81fkwzk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-5838808496174023495</id><published>2007-11-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:45.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>us 3</title><content type='html'>was at shalu's place for dinner last sunday. such fun. not to mention i'm in love with her big comfy couch :) shalu if i'm gonna crash at your place, i'll just sleep on the couch okay? big enuf for gaya and me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;had a nice chat with shalu's mum :) the man utd supporting aunt! whee hoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135320451476954530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R0RSvhYVHaI/AAAAAAAAAck/zEaMZ-zvNgI/s320/DSC04881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel contented, being with the two of them. feels like i don't need anything else.&lt;br /&gt;with friends who are like family, what else do you need? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R0RSxBYVHbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8rjE_HJt33E/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135320477246758322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R0RSxBYVHbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8rjE_HJt33E/s320/DSC04867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gaya threw a cushion at shalu and me. revenge is sweet :) looks like i'm abusing her. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R0RSxRYVHcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KiLpIPEyCDY/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135320481541725634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R0RSxRYVHcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KiLpIPEyCDY/s320/DSC04847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE HER COUCH! okay i love her too. she's pretty nice. haha =) veryyyyy nice in fact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;caught "the game plan" with shalu today. she made another "hogwarts" joke. she's just fixated with hogwarts.. hahaha.. great movie great company :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5838808496174023495?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5838808496174023495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5838808496174023495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5838808496174023495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5838808496174023495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/11/us-3.html' title='us 3'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/R0RSvhYVHaI/AAAAAAAAAck/zEaMZ-zvNgI/s72-c/DSC04881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-3628666562629652937</id><published>2007-11-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:23:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separate paths led to separate lives</title><content type='html'>i would never tell you this&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps a part of me&lt;br /&gt;still lingers around&lt;br /&gt;the spirit of our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;that was long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;if you're wearing a mask&lt;br /&gt;when i'm the one&lt;br /&gt;who's hiding behind one,&lt;br /&gt;away from prying eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we try, just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;to put things behind us&lt;br /&gt;to work out the creases&lt;br /&gt;caused by time,&lt;br /&gt;nurtured by distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every now and then&lt;br /&gt;i think of you&lt;br /&gt;and i wish things were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i think&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to go back,&lt;br /&gt;to the path where&lt;br /&gt;we went on our separate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-3628666562629652937?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3628666562629652937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=3628666562629652937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3628666562629652937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/3628666562629652937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/11/separate-paths-led-to-separate-lives.html' title='separate paths led to separate lives'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-1290372511941418200</id><published>2007-11-13T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>festival of colours-overload!</title><content type='html'>deepavali's over.. not exactly though, since we're having parties in the weekend. its been insane! the guests, the food and the noise. but it's been hell of a fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3yH61sWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ekpAIJolJQs/s1600-h/DSC04725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194584624214370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3yH61sWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ekpAIJolJQs/s320/DSC04725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thanks to fid, terry, jill and minyi for being the first guests and extra thanks to fid n terry for helping dad to carry the food to the house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3en61sSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/V9PeecVxA8c/s1600-h/DSC04731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194249616765218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3en61sSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/V9PeecVxA8c/s320/DSC04731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shortly joined by uz and miao. seemed like a mini class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3fn61sTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ucAq5S6-3EQ/s1600-h/DSC04750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194266796634418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3fn61sTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ucAq5S6-3EQ/s320/DSC04750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND we were joined by criz, carolyn, mad and leen :) such fun.. i miss criz! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3gH61sUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jP7yV6qqF28/s1600-h/DSC04771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194275386569026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3gH61sUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jP7yV6qqF28/s320/DSC04771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the secondary sch gang came by too.. shan, cynthia, mabel, yk, his girlfriend and jc. and not forgetting our famous indian-timing-follower; premmlatha :) lunch at 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, in the above photograph, the space beside cynthia has been reserved to photoshop san in.. who unfortunately, wasnt able to make it to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3g361sVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ikxa_GohuHU/s1600-h/DSC05092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194288271470930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3g361sVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ikxa_GohuHU/s320/DSC05092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rushed to kavi's place in da night. more fun with the cousins and the uncles and aunts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subash and me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more photographs of the nephews, yet to be uploaded. and of course, the party at hemma's place. haha, not to forget the DRAMA at her place, all thanks to mr sath! - rolls around laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yday was major snooker-ing with subash suthev and brother. okayssss.. more photos soooooon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-1290372511941418200?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1290372511941418200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=1290372511941418200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1290372511941418200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/1290372511941418200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/11/festival-of-colours-overload.html' title='festival of colours-overload!'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rzk3yH61sWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ekpAIJolJQs/s72-c/DSC04725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-490310725595725340</id><published>2007-11-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:19:30.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend kaathal varaathaa?</title><content type='html'>- waves to bestu friendu&lt;br /&gt;- does the bestu friendu handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. how lol-fied! tsktsk, i'm beginning to sound like a 14 yr old.. all thanks to divya..&lt;br /&gt;=) past week had been tons of fun. making cookies in chithi's house. forced mum to join us too.&lt;br /&gt;everyone of us were involved, even the bestu friendu, and of course uncle who made us "banana bhajji" which wasnt ... erm .. very nice. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best friend and i lengthened our theme song and came up with a dumb handshake. haha.. which i actually recorded in my hp. its too lame to be posted. haha.. oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 4th Nov.. oh ya, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DASS !!! :))&lt;br /&gt;khorkiee terry jill and i attended vanisha's 21st party at changi beach club. met razinah, bazilah and daphne there. real nice seeing them and of course our star of the day; vanisha dass, dazzling in a beautiful red dress. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had prayers over at my place earlier this evening. the usual deepavali prayer for the parted. wondering if dad will make a trip to mount vernon crematorium. might join him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.. i'm very much looking to deepavali for 2 things importantly; 1. hopefully i get to go to kavitha's place in the night. 2. the entire SPP's coming over! Ohmygod  - waves to huishan! &lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough update.&lt;br /&gt;all da best for your remaining papers, hemma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-490310725595725340?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/490310725595725340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=490310725595725340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/490310725595725340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/490310725595725340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-friend-kaathal-varaathaa.html' title='best friend kaathal varaathaa?'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-8873710578083329577</id><published>2007-10-30T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:46.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light da candles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyazJgpbA1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/PHAVdFWfv_Q/s1600-h/P1050245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126982201771754322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyazJgpbA1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/PHAVdFWfv_Q/s320/P1050245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happiest 20th birthday to juan :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da one who's always annoying me, bullying me, ignoring me when i talk to her, passing sarcastic comments, but still such a great friend to have all these wonderful years =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyazMgpbA2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/9thDweezv-A/s1600-h/DSC04987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126982253311361890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyazMgpbA2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/9thDweezv-A/s320/DSC04987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;happy 22nd birthday to my brother!&lt;br /&gt;da klown who dances with his liverpool tee and talks to it during a match. da one who always makes everyone laugh in hysterics. siblings aren't perfect, they usually annoy the hell outta you but for a good part in your life, they also make you smile and laugh and irritate you over which football club is better. oh wells, family! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-8873710578083329577?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8873710578083329577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=8873710578083329577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8873710578083329577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/8873710578083329577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/light-da-candles.html' title='light da candles.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyazJgpbA1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/PHAVdFWfv_Q/s72-c/P1050245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7243761489881939694</id><published>2007-10-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:33:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the anger.</title><content type='html'>time check: 11:17pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes feel like they're burning. whats new eh.&lt;br /&gt;its been a good day, murukku mania at home. but as the night approached, i found myself thinking abt the conversation between vanisha and me last thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dass, you could be right about what you said to me. i should feel angry about it. why i did not deserve the trust, why i had not heard abt the issue from the person and why i was probably still being kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've given this matter so much thought that it just tires me out. like i've said previously, you can have as many good/close friends as you want but you are allowed to have secrets and choose who you want to share them with. and thus, i have reasoned with myself that none of my close friends HAVE to tell me whats going on in their lives, who entered, who left, etc.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it wld be nice if they did. it wld probably show that they trust me, they need someone to listen and talk to.  but not everyone's like that. for some reason, this person didnt... what can i say, share some issues with me. and i would be lying if i said that it did not hurt, that i hid my surprise when it was mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why this happened. it's still there i guess, a part of me, just that it has been overlooked, rather repressed and ignored. it wld not really change what i feel towards the person, a very very good friend of mine. however, i would be careful of my next step. it's a land mine out there. i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no anger. none at all.&lt;br /&gt;just this tiny bit of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being let down.&lt;br /&gt;which will prolly dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, how can i be angry when vanisha displayed all that anger for me? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7243761489881939694?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7243761489881939694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7243761489881939694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7243761489881939694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7243761489881939694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-for-anger.html' title='thanks for the anger.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-2563434850925073605</id><published>2007-10-28T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:47.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work, life, laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;these titles never make sense. haha how random-fied (all these words ending with -fied have been influenced by divya). anyways, work's over. gonna miss da kids. haha.. esp at coral sec, great bunch really. nice school :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlxApbAuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/rOe8m-TBNU4/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126263799772021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlxApbAuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/rOe8m-TBNU4/s320/DSC05029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; removing da banner from acs barker. sam gave up on it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlyApbAvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3rpVw65nuLE/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126263816951890674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlyApbAvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3rpVw65nuLE/s320/DSC05032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; coral sec! thats da erm, whats it called? tic tac toe booth.. where u gotta answer qns related to smoking. i'm an expert now, from playing the game over and over and over again :) the kids just love to flip the boxes and help me hook da qns up. such nice kids.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlygpbAwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B3keBga20ro/s1600-h/DSC05035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126263825541825282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlygpbAwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B3keBga20ro/s320/DSC05035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bestest supervisor-cum-friend-cum-mentor-cum-unicycle freak! carolyn! i got a video of her trying out da unicycle. she catches on damn fast. will tryta post it :p haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlywpbAxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5rOdlnSDYKA/s1600-h/DSC05037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126263829836792594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlywpbAxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5rOdlnSDYKA/s320/DSC05037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "be cool, don't smoke". we went crazy with the ink stamps. sorry, it seemed fun, even the kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlzApbAyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/dHtKIKUklG8/s1600-h/DSC05042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126263834131759906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlzApbAyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/dHtKIKUklG8/s320/DSC05042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deepavali fever is officially here! more like cookies fever. look guys, its kuih makmur! nava chithi and i did it all by ourselves. it turned out like .... KUIH MAKMUR! the thing is that, chithi has never done it before and the only experience i had, was helping out another aunty last year. so its an achievement for both of us. chithi, we have passed! hahaa.. such fun, honestly. even divya came over to help. but like what chithi said, divya's kuih makmur turned out to be like the rabbit sweet. muahaha.. :p LOL-FIED !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with uncle and hemma on sat. lunch with the rest of the family and off to ikea for curtain shopping! sadly, no curtains for me. all for divya's, hemma's rooms and the living room. divya wanted pink, HOT pink. she's just bimbotically pinkified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126266376752399154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQoHApbAzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MBZbN7QoNVU/s320/DSC05044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thank god she settled for a better colour. woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126266381047366466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQoHQpbA0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/SWdoNjHLDGQ/s320/DSC05046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeap, posing with household items are the latest in thing.. madness..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta run!! mum's calling for lunch... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2563434850925073605?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2563434850925073605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2563434850925073605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2563434850925073605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2563434850925073605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-life-laughter.html' title='work, life, laughter'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RyQlxApbAuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/rOe8m-TBNU4/s72-c/DSC05029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-2251597207353584865</id><published>2007-10-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:50.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so the week goes..</title><content type='html'>hello cyberspace. i been missing, have i?&lt;br /&gt;life's been good. the BEST FRIEND rocks. haha.. - bows to divya.&lt;br /&gt;she helped me change my blogskin. why is it that kids nowadays are so much better at it than us older youths? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with friends. esp shan cynthia and mabel :) excellent. shan's room warming party, which wasnt really a party cause only mabel and i were there. but i had fun watching HSM2. haha.. and yes, met up with premma along with shan and cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qku0dP9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sWSpg3v_o2A/s1600-h/DSC04998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124509867781734354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qku0dP9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sWSpg3v_o2A/s320/DSC04998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watching HSM2 at shan's place. everytime i look at vanessa hudgens, i'm reminded of her nude photographs, not that i saw them, but just that it was pretty unexpected of her. well, we shd stop having expectations of media personalities. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qk-0dP-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/l7q_YlOdl9A/s1600-h/DSC05012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124509872076701666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qk-0dP-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/l7q_YlOdl9A/s320/DSC05012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caught up with fid terry uzair min and eileen on sunday. fid looks absolutely fit! :) in great shape, all thanks to his trainings. i gotta catch up with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124511431149830194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3r_u0dQDI/AAAAAAAAAas/hkH_-P20IYU/s320/terry+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;our very own "wentworth miller", terry lee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qlO0dP_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/RtL77W1ulrk/s1600-h/DSC05016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124509876371668978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qlO0dP_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/RtL77W1ulrk/s320/DSC05016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; am i the only idiot who carries a bouquet of flowers in a paper bag? i suppose so. didnt wanna be seen with them. haha.. they were for hemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qle0dQAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/b5Bbs5G8Xis/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124509880666636290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qle0dQAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/b5Bbs5G8Xis/s320/DSC05019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 18th Birthday to you!! (yday) her friend and i managed to pull a surprise on her. nice nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qlu0dQBI/AAAAAAAAAac/gu2dReH5W8I/s1600-h/DSC05022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124509884961603602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qlu0dQBI/AAAAAAAAAac/gu2dReH5W8I/s320/DSC05022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE best friend with my cap. she looks so cute, doesnt she? haha.. the kind soul :)) - sings best friend theme song :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124510597926174754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3rPO0dQCI/AAAAAAAAAak/pF64OGrtmWQ/s320/DSC05023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;work was at acs barker this morning. thats sam, after we hung the banner. work was good. tiring though. working da whole week. cheers to money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2251597207353584865?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2251597207353584865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2251597207353584865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2251597207353584865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2251597207353584865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-week-goes.html' title='so the week goes..'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rx3qku0dP9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sWSpg3v_o2A/s72-c/DSC04998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-5041481383384235755</id><published>2007-10-18T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rxbr9e0dP8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/g6yLkdn8ICk/s1600-h/fedora+hat+brown-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122541067658149826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rxbr9e0dP8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/g6yLkdn8ICk/s320/fedora+hat+brown-white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fedora thoppi. ennaku vendum.&lt;br /&gt;but like what sajeetha asked "where would you wear it to?"&lt;br /&gt;me, "erm, to my family parties"&lt;br /&gt;sajeetha, "everyday got parties issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would wear it out with you, sista.&lt;br /&gt;walk with me, and everyone would associate you with me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. fame and recognition :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-5041481383384235755?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5041481383384235755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=5041481383384235755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5041481383384235755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/5041481383384235755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/fedora-thoppi.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/Rxbr9e0dP8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/g6yLkdn8ICk/s72-c/fedora+hat+brown-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7187658880420864243</id><published>2007-10-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:07:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a love so bright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it hurt my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made me blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA. enna oru kavidhai?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7187658880420864243?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7187658880420864243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7187658880420864243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7187658880420864243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7187658880420864243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-so-bright-it-hurt-my-eyes-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-7279315821442285331</id><published>2007-10-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:51.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>us 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RxHLBO0dP6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/rOtcUlyNA-8/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121097473315389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RxHLBO0dP6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/rOtcUlyNA-8/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shalu &amp;amp; i. "we complement each other" - as quoted by shalini :) its been over a month since i last met her and it was really fun catching up with one another at boat quay's tcc.. ranjan, gayathri, shalu &amp;amp; i.. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RxHLBu0dP7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/590ncMq6krg/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121097481905323954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RxHLBu0dP7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/590ncMq6krg/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHE LOVES ME. its all over da photograph! :p&lt;br /&gt;ranjan didnt wanna take photos. cause he's partly bald. haha.. can't wait for the meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;such fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-7279315821442285331?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7279315821442285331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=7279315821442285331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7279315821442285331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/7279315821442285331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/us-3.html' title='us 3'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RxHLBO0dP6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/rOtcUlyNA-8/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816329.post-2544683114729487595</id><published>2007-10-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:51.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always behind me ; family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello there. marvellous day isn't it? just the exception of the extremely hot weather here in sunny island. for once i wish we have the 4 seasons. at least it would give us a reason to wear fur coats (?!) and blazers and wool jackets. (poor sheeps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just to digress away from the weather, it has been an unfortunate weekend. so many bad news, everything at once. it's a question worth asking, "can a person really handle everything at once?" as pessimistic as i wanted to be, as the situation was, some really great people made my weekend a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;family's family. i owe it all to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to hemma, divya, kavitha, nava chithi, bala uncle, mum, dad, brother, arasi athai, sens, kalah sis, saravanan bro, sabrina anni and mr happiness, &lt;strong&gt;thank you &lt;/strong&gt;for the smiles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get away from sad stuff, it was chithi's bday on 6th oct sat. so we went over to celebrate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119352355088580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RwuX1-0dP4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/XWt4IGIM-oE/s320/DSC04639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The BEST aunty lah. Together with Kumutha athai :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119352355088580498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RwuX1-0dP5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/CbgOLDh4kPo/s320/DSC04671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The BEST bunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no matter how good friends u are, u are allowed to have secrets and u choose whoever u wanna tell it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816329-2544683114729487595?l=dunstopdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2544683114729487595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816329&amp;postID=2544683114729487595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2544683114729487595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816329/posts/default/2544683114729487595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunstopdancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/always-behind-me-family.html' title='always behind me ; family.'/><author><name>vis-siv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeMAzVX8jr0/RwuX1-0dP4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/XWt4IGIM-oE/s72-c/DSC04639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
