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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-19197026.post-6413838719772726861</id><published>2009-02-03T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:40:36.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi :) &lt;RTE_TEXT&gt;&lt;/RTE_TEXT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;check out the rest of the Windows Live™. More than mail–Windows Live™ goes way beyond your inbox.  &lt;a href='http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/' target='_new'&gt;More than messages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-6413838719772726861?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/6413838719772726861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=6413838719772726861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/6413838719772726861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/6413838719772726861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-check-out-rest-of-windows-live.html' title=''/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-254700158441386559</id><published>2007-05-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:36:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many a times, we lose our way... our path...i pray that the lord will guide us and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep us from going astray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the light in our hearts keep burning till our last breath...&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/19197026-254700158441386559?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/254700158441386559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=254700158441386559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/254700158441386559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/254700158441386559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-times-we-lose-our-way.html' title=''/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-8075442117866179919</id><published>2007-03-11T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:38:28.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things had made me so busy that I dun even have time … is it just that I don’t have time or I din have the time to allocate time for u… I dunno. I really had the state I am in…being busy with things and that I can’t even have a short conversation with u though we are in the same school. I really feel bad… but I promise once this block tests are over… I am definitely going to allocate time for you and sit down and talk about things. It has already been so long since we meet up and catch up on things…and I guess after the block test is the best time. So…Liyana and Farah make a note in your schedule ya... it is time we meet and let off some stress and gather back those memories back in Secondary school. Meanwhile, I hope both u ppl are doing fine (esp. Farah who is in VJC) and all the best for the block test.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasure, appreciate and cherish what we have cause we never know tomorrow may never come (ring a bell?)&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/19197026-8075442117866179919?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/8075442117866179919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=8075442117866179919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/8075442117866179919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/8075442117866179919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-time.html' title='It is time...'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-3426573770674057439</id><published>2007-02-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:52:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word that promises so many happy tmrs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word that gives meaning to everyday moments,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word that strengthens &amp; support in difficult times,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word that makes u go crazy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word that need not to be said but often felt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word that makes a commitment that never ends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dayz r &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moanday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tearsday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasteday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirstday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frightday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shatterday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So be in LOVE everyday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentines Day ppl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/19197026-3426573770674057439?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/3426573770674057439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=3426573770674057439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/3426573770674057439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/3426573770674057439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116904156872243181</id><published>2007-01-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:46:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are getting better but yet tougher and changes are occurring for good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always gives us something that we can handle and not more. But it is just us who makes it so complicated.&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/19197026-116904156872243181?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116904156872243181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116904156872243181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116904156872243181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116904156872243181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116792184037304895</id><published>2007-01-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:44:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to sq 1 - i hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of concrete lessons this wk. yet, i have been complaining to my friend saying that i am tried and etc. imagine when the real work starts...all my energy gonna b drained for sure. Today there was Chinese New Year dance prac. Was tiring. but with most of the dancers there, the dance seem pretty good. e idea of gg on stage to dance on Chinese New Year Celebration is really freaking me out.  I got to do it. that's for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone quoted:dare to dream.&lt;br /&gt;well...when u know that ur dream or interest is never gonna come true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then what is e point of dreaming abt it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life and things get complicated as we grow older&lt;br /&gt;I wished i was still a child - atleast don't need to worry to much abt things happening ard me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116792184037304895?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116792184037304895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116792184037304895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116792184037304895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116792184037304895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-sq-1-i-hope.html' title='back to sq 1 - i hope'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116635668489264366</id><published>2006-12-17T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:58:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanted to go jogging todae but me simply could not get out of my bad. was too tired since my parents and i watched late night movie yesterday. Nowadays, it feels as if i am the only child to my parents since my older brother is at Oxford Uni, doing his second year. He is simply a genius. 6 pointer for O Level. Straight A student for A Level. the amazing thing is that he took 3 Special papers (straight As for them too) and was very involved in Cricket and Soccer. Simply great. how did he manage to do it...well i too don't know. we are not like the super thick siblings. we only talk when we really need to...other then that...nothing. he shd be in Scottland now or something...after visiting Switzerland...he is just having a wonderful holiday unlike me. stuck at singapore. only leaving to Malaysia on Fri. It is kind of gd...cause i will get Hari Raya money and not him.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was fun at my aunt's place. met up with some cousins who i din see almost for 6 months or so. Good food and lots of fun. well...hoping to go for a run tmr...let's see what happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116635668489264366?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116635668489264366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116635668489264366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116635668489264366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116635668489264366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116593226126829421</id><published>2006-12-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:05:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will do the trick..but..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really proud of myself cause managed to clear my cupboard yeterday and sort out all the worksheets and notes neatly cause it had been messy aft promos. There r finally back to the same shape they were. Almost spent three-quarter of the day doing that…but lk took breaks in between. Today went for jog at 7.30am. well this jogging habit just started on Monday. It is rather fun…cause I dun lk to go alone…atleast have my 2 cousins and aunty to follow me. 2.4km each day. Wanna b fit u see. Then went out to buy tickets for m’sia trip and also to buy new shoes. I ended up picking sort of the same model and colour that I wore this year. Dunno y…wanted pick read coloured one…but at the last min changed my mind n switched to the blue and silver version. blue is my fav. colour …I guess that’s y I ended up choosing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwae…nowadays I dunno y…I just like to spend time alone. Just me and my mp3 player. Me and my mp3 player just make great partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I feel as though I am e basis to problems created in other’s life.&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal everything…that is what I hope too…BUT...&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/19197026-116593226126829421?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116593226126829421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116593226126829421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116593226126829421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116593226126829421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-will-do-trickbut.html' title='Time will do the trick..but..'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116559141793366956</id><published>2006-12-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:23:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That’s rite, after a long time, finally an entry. There was dance practice in school today. Me, as usual, could not get some of the steps (but I will keep on trying and will do my bestJ). Seniors like Anis, Noorul, Mahes and Kalai were there. Dancers include myself, Celes, Rani, Sandy, Praveena, Srilekha, Jeevan and Mano. Most of them commented that I have a touch of Malay style in my dance…well…what to do…I am an Indian Muslim and also have some Malay blood (Father’s uncle side). Niwae, aft dancing indulged ourselves in conversation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Usually, we will talk nonsense…but today we had an interesting topic which popped in between a nonsense conversation. We were talking about disabled people and the amount of sufferings they have to face. Some of the ppl said that, given their situation, if they knew that they are bearing a disabled child, they would rather not give birth to the child since they don’t what him or her to suffer emotionally and physically as they grow up. They said that it will be painful for them to see as a parent. Well, others, like myself took the other stand: Child is a gift from the god and he (god) has given someone a disabled child cause he (god) believes that they can bring him or her up well and good. Furthermore, it is through these people that we tend to appreciate the world more, treasure life as it is and at the same time have the heart to help those in need. After that wonderful conversation, we headed to Compass Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compass Point. Lunch at Pizza Hut. Aft dance prac, so much of fats burnt…yet we headed for fast-food. Niwae, we talked about lots of things and also made lots of noise. After which I rushed off home since I have to give tuition to my Sec 2 cousin for math. On the way back home, called him and he said he cannot make it for tuition. Since I already boarded the bus, went home, showered, changed and went to Compass Point again. Compass Point only 3 bus stops away, so decided to bring my little cousin, as he was being very naughty at home. Met up with Sandy, Praveena, Kalai and Mano. My little cousin was ok at first...but aft seeing and hearing Mano talk, he started crying. It did not happen once but a few number of times. So, I had no choice but to bring him back home. On the way back home, he was like normal…being the cute-little-talkative cousin. After sending him home, I actually decided to go back to Compass Point… but Sandy called to say that the others might leave soon…So, I went to Hougang Mall since I had to duplicate key. Well, I guess my luck just ‘great’ today…cause the shop I was looking for was closed and the expensive key making shop was open. I could not be bothered to spend so much money on a cupboard key. So, lazed ard a while and walked back home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interesting day with interesting ppl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talked abt interesting things and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had an interesting time.&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/19197026-116559141793366956?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116559141793366956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116559141793366956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116559141793366956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116559141793366956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-long-time.html' title='After a Long Time'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116531610965070808</id><published>2006-12-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:55:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ n REFLECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we have bigger houses and smaller families&lt;br /&gt;More conveniences, but less time&lt;br /&gt;We Have more degrees, but less common sense&lt;br /&gt;More knowledge, but less judgment&lt;br /&gt;We have more experts, but more problems&lt;br /&gt;More medicine, but less wellness&lt;br /&gt;We spend too recklessly&lt;br /&gt;Laugh too little&lt;br /&gt;Drive too fast&lt;br /&gt;Get to angry too quickly&lt;br /&gt;Stay up too late&lt;br /&gt;Read too little&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV too much&lt;br /&gt;And pray too seldom&lt;br /&gt;We multiplied our possessions, but reduce our values&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too little and lie too often&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned how to make living, but not a life&lt;br /&gt;We’ve added years to life, not life to years&lt;br /&gt;We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers&lt;br /&gt;Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less&lt;br /&gt;We buy more, but enjoy it less&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been all the way to the moon and back&lt;br /&gt;But have trouble crossing the street to meet our neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve conquered outer space,&lt;br /&gt;But not inner space&lt;br /&gt;We’ve split the atom&lt;br /&gt;But not our prejudice&lt;br /&gt;We write more, but learn less&lt;br /&gt;Plan more, but accomplish less&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learn to rush, but not to wait&lt;br /&gt;We have higher incomes, but lower morals&lt;br /&gt;More leisure and less fun&lt;br /&gt;More kinds of foods, but less nutrition&lt;br /&gt;Two incomes, but more divorce&lt;br /&gt;Fancier houses, but broken homes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s why I propose, that as of today, you do not keep anything for special occasion, because every day you live is a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs.&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, visit the places you like and express your love for everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a chain of moment of enjoyment, not only about survival.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116531610965070808?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116531610965070808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116531610965070808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116531610965070808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116531610965070808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/12/read-n-reflect.html' title='READ n REFLECT'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116531474004990121</id><published>2006-12-05T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:32:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B O R E D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Famous person quoted: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are confused, believe in yourself and listen to what your heart says!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, most of the times we are actually unsure of what e heart is trying to say, atleast for my case.&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/19197026-116531474004990121?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116531474004990121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116531474004990121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116531474004990121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116531474004990121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/12/b-o-r-e-d.html' title='B O R E D'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116299553014690440</id><published>2006-11-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:18:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour test - results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt too bored. So, took this Colour test at &lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;http://www.colorquiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Here are the results...well it seems to be rather true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existing Situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seeks to share a bond of understanding intimacy in an esthetic atmosphere of peace and tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wants to overcome a feeling of emptiness and to bridge the gap which she feels separates herself from others. Anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to explore all its possibilities, and to live it to the fullest. She therefore resents any restriction or limitation being imposed on her and insists on being free and unhampered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Restrained Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Feels that she cannot do much about her existing problems and difficulties and that she must make the best of things as they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desired Objective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her need to feel more causative and to have a wider sphere of influence makes her restless and she is driven by her desires and hopes. May try to spread her activities over too wide a field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actual Problem 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels restricted and prevented from progressing; seeking a solution which will remove these limitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actual Problem 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The fear that she may be prevented from achieving the things she wants leads her into a relentless search for satisfaction in the pursuit of illusory or meaningless activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116299553014690440?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116299553014690440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116299553014690440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116299553014690440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116299553014690440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/11/colour-test-results.html' title='Colour test - results'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116291465304628249</id><published>2006-11-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:50:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Dunno why;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I am very disturbed!&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around my house aimlessly;&lt;br /&gt;But it did not help.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to cheer myself up by playing with my cousins;&lt;br /&gt;But it did not help.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to my fav. songs;&lt;br /&gt;But it did not help.&lt;br /&gt;Ate chocolates to cheer myself up;&lt;br /&gt;But it did not help.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to watch a movie now;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it will not help either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am too scared to make any decision&lt;br /&gt;But I am always wishing u the best in all the things u do – that I cannot deny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116291465304628249?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116291465304628249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116291465304628249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116291465304628249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116291465304628249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/11/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116281405607658350</id><published>2006-11-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:07:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OP is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day started of with OP. My whole class took the presentation very lightly. Tensions among classmates were not obvious. All the 3 groups really did their best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Applause for MJ001 – MBT Shoes (Groove To The Beats Of MBT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Applause for MJ002 – Magneto Therapy (More Than Just Simple Attraction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Applause for MJ003 – Hollywood Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially my group (MJ002) took the whole presentation very lightly then the other group. Even for the QnA by the teachers, we were answering them jokingly and with some element of lameness (especially me). Generally my classmates take things / issues very lightly – that’s our nature. I remember when we got back result slip; our CT was saying her concern about the number of failures in the class for mathematics and stated that only 12% of the class passed. Guess what we did? Well we started laughing…really loud and our CT got annoyed. But…u know… face it…what is done is done…there is nothing we can do about it…we simply follow our policy - taking things lightly as it makes every one happy. After OP went to Cityhall to eat. Good food, good laughter and good time as a class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was a pleasant day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116281405607658350?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116281405607658350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116281405607658350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116281405607658350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116281405607658350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/11/op-is-over.html' title='OP is Over!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116246718537303970</id><published>2006-11-02T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:33:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying...but</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally handed in the slides for OP, after much editting. Oh god the process was really tiring. After dry run among my groupmates, i started editting...and it took me till 1pm. Had to standradize everything, check for errors and etc...no wonder i took so long. By that time all my other group members were dead tired. Some slept while some tried to study for tmr's MT exam. Niwae, all the very best for those taking MT exam tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am trying to forget everything;&lt;br /&gt;But it is getting really hard.&lt;br /&gt;The more I force myself to do that;&lt;br /&gt;The more I remember and recall things.&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/19197026-116246718537303970?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116246718537303970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116246718537303970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116246718537303970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116246718537303970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-tryingbut.html' title='I am trying...but'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116239192303362540</id><published>2006-11-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:38:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Lekha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A walk along the park with you;&lt;br /&gt;Made me ponder over certain things.&lt;br /&gt;Allowed me to share my concerns;&lt;br /&gt;And made me realize the intelligence in you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Srilekha&lt;br /&gt;Only now, I know that u can actually talk sense!&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/19197026-116239192303362540?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116239192303362540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116239192303362540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116239192303362540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116239192303362540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks-lekha.html' title='Thanks Lekha'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116239149780505111</id><published>2006-11-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:31:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yet another OP day in school. Met up with groupmates and made some changes. Realized that my members are really busy...cause 2 of them are in Council, 1 of in House Committee, 1 in Vollyball Committee &amp; OGL and me in ICS Committee...so all of us are equally busy with our CCA and OP. Thus really hard for us to meet. Tmr meeting at 7.30am since all of have various meeting after that. how sad! Nvm it is till Monday only...after that i am free. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to get out of this addiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116239149780505111?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116239149780505111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116239149780505111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116239149780505111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116239149780505111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/11/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116230657200284313</id><published>2006-10-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:56:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving out of prizes for Rangoli competition. Ms Lai’s mini talk. Result slip. Shocked. Distribution of Rangoli prizes. Ferrero Rocher for breakfast (yesterday...Rocher was my breakfast and dinner...addicted to it). Collection of photos. Rather nice. Slacked and decided to wear traditional dresses for tmr’s Club’s and Societies photo taking. Went to Swensen’s. Had a good lunch. Soup of the day. Coke. Fish and Chips. Ice Cream. Shar bullied me. Missed Adeline. Tired. Home. Slept. Dinner. Watched movie. E-mailed Adeline. Continuation of movie. Compiled contributions for 2006. Need to do animation stuff to first slide and make it look more presentable. Need to find nice background, if possible. Need to improve on the last portion of my OP. 5 days more to OP. Luckily no moderator sitting in. Hope to do well as a group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the way MJ002! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116230657200284313?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116230657200284313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116230657200284313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116230657200284313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116230657200284313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116221867397202400</id><published>2006-10-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:31:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is miserable.&lt;br /&gt;The world has to be unfair in order for life to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish everything was same as before.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that all my wishes and dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish happiness for you.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I stop wishing for things that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on wishing for you.&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/19197026-116221867397202400?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116221867397202400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116221867397202400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116221867397202400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116221867397202400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116213838961601209</id><published>2006-10-30T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:32:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adeline migrated from Singapore to California. My friends and I went to send her off on Sat at the airport. We held on our tears, cause we wanted to send her off happily. Well…she reached California safely. I am starting to miss her…but till now it has not sunk in me that she has left. To my friends and me…Adeline is everywhere. She is in the words we speak. Her memories are in the places we go to. She is just beside us but not physically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my bestest friend, great buddy, vuyir thozhi, my personal secretary, my secret teller, my walking diary and everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going to find such a person like her?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to whine to?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to complain about my problems?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to share my secrets to?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to talk on the phone for long hours?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to sms non-stop?&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;Who? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline I wish you the best in everything u do in California. Keep in contact with us…cause we really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISS U!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want everything to be the same and back to normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116213838961601209?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116213838961601209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116213838961601209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116213838961601209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116213838961601209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/missing-u_30.html' title='Missing U'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116212829610231226</id><published>2006-10-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:05:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M E M O R I E S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Few things that constantly remains me of Adeline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/memories%205.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/memories%201.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/memories%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/memories%203.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/memories%204.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/memories%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116212829610231226?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116212829610231226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116212829610231226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116212829610231226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116212829610231226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s.html' title='M E M O R I E S'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116160732913002842</id><published>2006-10-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:42:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. At my house, Hari Raya mood is high up in the air right now. My little cousins are at my room, making a hell lot of nice and jumping and rolling on my bed. Usually, I will scold them for messing up my bed…but since it is Hari Raya tomorrow…I don’t want to make them cry…so not scolding them. Tomorrow gonna be a busy day visiting, eating and enjoying myself. Yeah....hurray!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Here is wishing all Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;SELEMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/Eid_Mubarak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116160732913002842?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116160732913002842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116160732913002842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116160732913002842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116160732913002842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/hurray.html' title='HURRAY!!!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116160686598819515</id><published>2006-10-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:34:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am there 4 U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up late in the morning (oh god…it has become my habit now…must change it). Instead of reaching school at 930 to do PW, reached only at 1030 there. But my group mates were rather understanding (Thanks for that).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          More Than Just Simple Attraction – that’s the title of our (MJ002) project. It is about Magneto Therapy helping to heal various illnesses. If you see the demonstration by Health wise (a company specializing in Magneto Therapy healing), you will be amused... I am serious, cause my group mates and I went there to experience it. Today, we were coming up with the structure of OP at the library. The actual day for our OP is 6th Nov – just 13 days more… so we have to work double hard. I am sure my group can do it, cause it comprises of really committed and hardworking people like Wia Jia, Yi Ming, Michelle, Jacinth and myself.  I am just fortunate to have a wonderful group.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some of my friends crying over Promo results. So, went to console them. Really hope that they don’t receive any phone calls from school or the office today…cause it seems NO NEWS today means GOOD NEWS. If they happen to call…then it is an advanced case or retained. I am praying real hard for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116160686598819515?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116160686598819515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116160686598819515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116160686598819515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116160686598819515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-there-4-u.html' title='I am there 4 U'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116142541891880204</id><published>2006-10-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:10:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love getting wet in the rain&lt;br /&gt;* I always hide my true feelings&lt;br /&gt;* I bite my nails (whenever I am tensed and nervous)&lt;br /&gt;* I count to 33 whenever I brush various portion of my teeth&lt;br /&gt;* I dream for impossible things to happen&lt;br /&gt;* I was a tennis player (it is true… don’t laugh)&lt;br /&gt;* I cry and get upset over things for no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116142541891880204?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116142541891880204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116142541891880204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116142541891880204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116142541891880204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116142450661141092</id><published>2006-10-21T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:55:06.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am lost in your sweet actions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never will i forget &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All those little things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statcounter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116142450661141092?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116142450661141092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116142450661141092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116142450661141092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116142450661141092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet :)'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116142329911090021</id><published>2006-10-21T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:34:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should we be contented with what we have in life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should we fight for what we want in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we accept what life provides us, everyone will be happy but u will feel disappointed deep inside cause you did not get what u wanted and this sadness will continue to haunt u no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             If we fight for what we want in life, then the whole process really gets tiring when you know that circumstances will not allow it to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do – be contented with what I have or fight for something that I really like or want?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116142329911090021?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116142329911090021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116142329911090021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116142329911090021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116142329911090021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116134902209576008</id><published>2006-10-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:57:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In one of my entry I stated that I don’t want to become an OGL next year. But now having second thoughts on whether I want to be an OGL or not… cause almost most of my classmates want to be one…shall I be also?&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/19197026-116134902209576008?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116134902209576008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116134902209576008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116134902209576008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116134902209576008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/second-thoughts.html' title='Second Thoughts'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116127970645233566</id><published>2006-10-20T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:41:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Today was rather a tiring day cause I was doing the video editing in the midst of selling the food items and accessories. How ironic can it get…I am fasting and they made me sell Indian food. Nvm… I am just used to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to mention that I am starting to hate technology cause it fails on me whenever I need it the most. Had to send an interview’s transcript to my friend, but the net was not working. I did half of the video editing with subtitles in school already, but it din want to open in my computer, so…had to redo the whole thing again. Then wanted to msg my friend…but could not send cause phone spoilt…my stupid phone…always cannot send msges to M1 customers. I already called the Starhub person to complain that I cannot send msges to M1 customers and Starhub said that it is not their fault and told me to check at the M1 side. When I asked my friend to check at the M1 side, M1 said that there is nothing wrong with them too. All my other Starhub-user friends can send to M1 but not me…irritating…it is time to get a new phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept only 3am yesterday and went to school. Since, I am damn tired today I shall target at 2am then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Always been dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you are fine!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116127970645233566?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116127970645233566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116127970645233566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116127970645233566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116127970645233566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-comments.html' title='No comments'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116117959151928626</id><published>2006-10-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:53:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today got back Geog and Lit. Not much of a difference. Both got a S. If you realize all subjects apart from General Paper I got S. How saddening. Nvm…I was depressed cause I studied for geog and had a bit of confidence that I will get a H2 pass…but it din happen. Cried aft that, but not for long, as my friend, Hemma, was also crying over her results…so I stopped my crying to console her. Then, Ms Sim (my geog teacher) came to console us and said some nice things. Thanks to her for making me smile once again…and Thanks to Clara and Arvin who were trying their very best to make me feel better after Geog results. Really appreciate that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 2.30pm had Meridian Leaders’ Training…me and Janani went. Was pretty boring and I was irritated as I heard that the whole training will be 3 hours long. Since we had to decorate C1-2 for deepavali week, Janani and I left early. Doing the decoration was really tiring. Had to move tables, climb up and down to put curtains, had to hang things and etc. I left school at about 6.10pm cause I had to go and break fast. Then, when I was at the 88 bus stop realized that my thumb-drive was with Janani…so called her and got it from her. In the end, I reached home on the dot for breaking fast...could sense that Mum was not really happy about that though she said nothing. After praying and taking some rest…typing this entry out. K that’s for now, have to get back to PW again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116117959151928626?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116117959151928626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116117959151928626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116117959151928626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116117959151928626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/missing-those-days.html' title='Missing those days'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116108616365489263</id><published>2006-10-17T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:56:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't have a choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. It was a lousy school day. Once again, woke up late and ended up gg late for Econs lecture. Was about 15 – 20 minutes late…but it did not make a difference cause they were going through the paper without giving out the answer scripts. I was sitting there feeling really scared cause I really gave up during Econs paper but I pushed myself to write something and that is what ultimately made me get a Sub-pass (again?). I got like 44.13/ 100…can’t they give me 1 mark more…so that I can get a E. Hopefully with the other consolidation tests taken into account…I might get a E. let’s see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry result was rather bad and some of my friends din manage to pass. I really pity them cause I know how much work they have put in. It is indeed irritating and frustrating when u study so much for a particular paper and end up not doing well or failing compared to another person who just read through here and there and managed to pass. Some my friends were in this category. Didn’t get hold of other Chem friends’ results. I hope they have done well or met their expectation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr getting back my Geog and Lit paper. I am really banging on my geog for a H2 pass. With god’s grace it will happen. As for Lit…I have nothing to say…cause it is a subject that I forced myself to like…so…as long as I get a sub-pass I am happy…if I get more then that then…I will be even more happy…hahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to get back to PW. Have some video editing to do. I think it is gonna take a long time…so I better start on it soon…but I am lazy…really tired and want to sleep…hmmm…do I have a choice…I guess not…so…shall do the video editing thing as fast as possible and then go and sleep. Shall I sleep or watch a movie??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116108616365489263?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116108616365489263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116108616365489263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116108616365489263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116108616365489263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-have-choice.html' title='I Don&apos;t have a choice'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116100697356492549</id><published>2006-10-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:56:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happen for a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today woke up late and rushed to school. First and foremost got back GP paper. Was really scared cause English has always been my weakest subject from Primary School. Was expecting E or a Sub-pass only…surprisingly got a C. I was really shocked by that. Till now I cannot get over my GP grade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later got back Mathematics paper… it has always been my favourite subject…but I got only a Sub-pass (33/80). Then I overheard a teacher saying that they are going to change sub-pass grade from 40/100 to 35/100 and H2 pass grade from 45/100 to 40/100. Not really sure whether it is true. If it is... then everyone will be very happy and me to will get a H2 pass for Math too. Hopefully they will change. My class did really well for GP…everyone scored 30 and above for comprehension and no one got lower then a D for overall grade. However, for Mathematics, few people from my class did not make it through. I know no words can heal the sadness in them… but just want to tell these people that it is not the end of the world… there is much more to life… such as helping those people in need and etc…cause ultimately god is going to ask what u have done for others rather then what grades or etc u get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official starting of Deepavali week started with Mdm Haslinda lighting up the oil lamp and finishing up the Rangoli (an Indian art) that was done by us on Sat. Though my classmates were sad over Mathematics paper, I dragged them to the Rangoli competition and they too willingly took part in that. I really need to salute my classmates for taking part in the competition in the midst of their depressing Math results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just passed and passed. Was thinking whether I should go for the Mass Breaking Fast in school. Since ICS Comm. Members and me were caught up finishing the CCA Annual Report and by the time we packed all the Rangoli and Henna stuffs, it was already 6.35pm. Thus, I decided to stay back for the Mass Breaking Fast with Liyana and Diyanah. I felt really awkward when I was there cause I dinno most of the people and it felt really one kind breaking fast in front of people u dunno. Apart from that, there was delicious food but me din have appetite… so didn’t eat that much. After that, went to pray at AVA Room. Though I felt awkward and stuff… the whole process was really fun, especially with Liyana and Diyanah to escort me wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am at home typing this entry after praying. I need to go and work on my WR as my group needs to hand in the 3rd draft tmr. I heard most groups already handed in 7 drafts and few handed in about 15 drafts. I have nothing to say about them. All I know is that it is not the quantity that matters but the quality…so my group is really working hard to give a good quality work to PW teacher tmr. Hopefully it turns out to be good.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116100697356492549?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116100697356492549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116100697356492549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116100697356492549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116100697356492549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-happen-for-reason.html' title='Things happen for a reason'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116092975447480648</id><published>2006-10-16T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:29:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Just finished most of the work mentioned in the previous entry. Today there is Mass Breaking Fast at MJC. Not really sure whether I want to go or not. Liyana and Diyanah wants me to be there…but I feel really awkward cause I dunno most of the people out there…only know a selected few and those that I have seen around school. Even Arvinder also wants to go for the Mass Breaking Fast cause she said she wants to find out how, we Muslim students, break fast. Hmmmm…. Let’s see tomorrow la…if I am in the mood to go, then I shall go…if not… shall go home and break fast. That’s all for now. Sleepy…so shall go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116092975447480648?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116092975447480648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116092975447480648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116092975447480648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116092975447480648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116090636771055083</id><published>2006-10-15T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:59:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slept really late yesterday night and thus ended of waking up really late too. Bathed. Prayed. Helped my little cousin with her homework. Then, listed down all the things that I am suppose to do on a piece of paper. Realized that there are so many things for me to settle by today. Need to complete:&lt;br /&gt;1. CCA Annual Report&lt;br /&gt;2. Participation and Achievements 06&lt;br /&gt; 3. ICS Comm. reflections&lt;br /&gt;4. 2007 Chinese New Year Celebration dance&lt;br /&gt;5. Deepavali week things ( 16 Oct to 19 Oct)&lt;br /&gt;6. PW – need to work on WR and also OP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can just go on and on. There are so many things to do and yet there is so little time. So, I going to spilt and allocate jobs to other ICS Committee members. Just called a few of them, but they were sleeping. Going to call them after finishing this entry. Hopefully, I will finish up all the important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tmr onwards, I am going to receive my PROMO RESULTS. It is getting scary day after day as there are so many rumors going on about various papers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#66ffff"&gt;MATHEMATICS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - It seems that 70% passed and including sub-passes 90% of the whole cohort passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – I heard from my fellow friends that it was a killer paper as those topics they studied did not come out. Surprisingly, it seems 70% passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; – heard from friends that it was a difficult paper. There are rumors going on that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;moderations might be made to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I said all these are RUMORS. Will only know the truth after getting back the various papers. Hope to get promoted directly and I dun want to go through appeal and etc to get promoted. Ok…it is already 5.50pm…need to go and help my mum prepare for breaking fast. She has already called me more than 4 times…I better start moving before she shouts out me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, wishing everyone all the best for PROMO RESULTS!&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/19197026-116090636771055083?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116090636771055083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116090636771055083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116090636771055083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116090636771055083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-day.html' title='BUSY DAY'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116084546307486183</id><published>2006-10-15T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:04:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PROBLEM WITH ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm…this is the ultimate problem with me…I think too much into too many things…I should stop doing this cause it is really draining away me physically, mentally and emotionally. God help me in this. Nowadays god has become my best friend…I pour all my sadness and what ever problems I have to him during prayers. It is indeed a good remedy. U people should try that too.&lt;/span&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/19197026-116084546307486183?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116084546307486183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116084546307486183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084546307486183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084546307486183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/problem-with-me.html' title='THE PROBLEM WITH ME!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116084520920979287</id><published>2006-10-15T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:00:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARI RAYA SHOPPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Just reached home after Hari Raya shopping with my family. Bought some really nice kabayas and tudongs. I am really tired cause while shopping was looking after my little cousins and they dragged me from one shop to another and asked me to buy this and that for them. But In general it was fun. Hoping to go again on the eve of Hari Raya. Know it will be damn crowded but it's were festive mood can be felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116084520920979287?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116084520920979287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116084520920979287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084520920979287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084520920979287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-shopping.html' title='HARI RAYA SHOPPING'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116084514414873380</id><published>2006-10-15T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:59:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was MJC open house on Friday. Was not that happening after all. There wasn’t a big crowd either. At ICS booth, we provided henna service. My friends and my hands got tired as we were putting henna for people continuously. But it was a fun and a good experience for me and was very happy by the fact that some people appreciated the design I drew for them. Not only girls, number guys too put henna. Was really shocked by that. ICS was also involved in the learning agora. we teached the disabled kids how to draw kolam (an indian art). It was indeed a fruitful experince for me. this was my first time working this close with disabled kids, they are special in their own ways. for some reason or another i felt really sad for them and almost wanted to cry (i am emotional person after all). but one of the lesson i took back is to appreciate the life that god has given me (thank u god) and also to help those people in need of help. All Muslim students, like me, can leave at 5pm but I stayed back to clear up ICS booth and thus ended up breaking fast in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Special thanks to people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to Sandra, who was the I/C for open house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to Sandra, Banu priya, Srilekha, adeline and also myself, who helped put henna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to Janani who was helping out at ICS booth and also was handling learning agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to krish who was the MC and played some songs that we liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to seniors who came to the booth to give support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thanks to Saji and Hemma who entertained the disabled kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lastly, thanks to each and everyone who have hepled!&lt;/span&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/19197026-116084514414873380?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116084514414873380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116084514414873380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084514414873380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084514414873380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-house.html' title='OPEN HOUSE'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116084441092916735</id><published>2006-10-15T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:46:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is getting scary day after day whenever I think of Promo results. Nowadays I get too many dreams about it…and all dreams are really scary. I seem to be living in a lost world, where I fear to make some decisions and where I dunno what I really want and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;apart from that, most of my classmates want to become OGLs…but me? I have already set my mind… I DON’T want to become one…cause I realized that academically I am not giving my at most best for some reasons and there is also CCA to handle. Being an OGL for second orientation this year was really fun. It made me learn lots of things about others and myself, helped to widen my circle of friends and overall I really had a wonderful time leading a group of people. All in all it was simply great. But to become an OGL next year… it really requires some self discipline and time management skills (which I dun have that much) as academic work load will be very heavy in J2 and apart from that there is also ICS (various competitions and Chinese New Year dance will also be coming during that time)…so having considered all these factors, I have decided not to become one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116084441092916735?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116084441092916735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116084441092916735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084441092916735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116084441092916735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/results.html' title='RESULTS'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116040316403075815</id><published>2006-10-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:12:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPT LESSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here are 3 important lessons that I learnt today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1st IMPT LESSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That I meet many people in my live. All are significant and they deserve my attention and care, even the cleaners in my school (though I only say hello or smile at them…tmr I am going to find out some of their names.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2nd IMPT LESSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i should always remember to thank those who serve, in any ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3rd IMPT LESSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i should accept the fact that every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve my condition&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116040316403075815?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116040316403075815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116040316403075815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116040316403075815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116040316403075815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/impt-lessons.html' title='IMPT LESSONS'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116024135138616325</id><published>2006-10-08T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:15:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAREWELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;At MJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official starting was at 1.30pm. But J1s came early to help out with the souvenirs and the making of the song. We had to rush all these things in a day as we finished our promos only yesterday. But with god’s grace everything turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J2s started coming in from 1.30pm – 2.15pm. The whole programme started of with each J2 revealing their talents and then each and everyone speaking about the person sitting on their right. When they were revealing their talents, everyone laughed until our stomachs were painful. Some people had hidden talents, which were finally made known to ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the video. Arjun in the midst of his promos did this video. It was simply great and I am sure it touched the J2s&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At Pasir Ris Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ started at about 5pm. Most J2s went to play at the swing while others played football. Selected few made took a stroll in the beach. J1s, like me, were involved in either helping Krish with the BBQ or were also taking strolls with ppl. Aneesa was there. So, her and I shared lots of our very own stories. I simply felt wonderful after talking to her and sharing some serious stuff about me with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aasiriyai turned up at about 6. She then said few words to the J2s and we had this candle lighting thing and then as a J2 batch, they had to make a wish and then blow it off. I really hope whatever they wished for comes true. Then J1s sang songs  - our very own version of Ondraa Rendaa aasaikal and Boomiku valecham yallam. It simply sounded great when all of us were singing and it had a saddening feeling, as it was already dark and stuff. Aft that presented the souvenirs that we did. When we were doing the souvenirs we wanted to keep everything to ourselves cause they were simply awesome. Love the souvenirs we gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Special Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to each and everyone who turned up&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the J1s who came early and helped out&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sandy and Rani who were fully involved in doing the souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Arjun who put in so much of effort in doing the video&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Adeline, Sandy, Rani, Saji and  Janani who followed me to buy the items for the souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sharimila, Adeline, Janani and Hemma who contributed to the our very own version of the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the teachers and their kids esp. who brighten up our day&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Krish who let out all his sweat for the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who contributed by bringing food&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate what u ppl have done&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116024135138616325?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116024135138616325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116024135138616325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116024135138616325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116024135138616325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell.html' title='FAREWELL'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-116014863184576405</id><published>2006-10-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:30:31.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENDLESS WORRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PROMOS: Finally it is over. Today was the last paper – Mathematics. Hoped that it will be ok paper but it turned out to be other way around. Was hoping that I will get a H2 pass in Math… but now…there is nothing to say. Before Promos worried whether can finish syllabus on time n how the papers are going to be. After Promos worrying about whether will get promoted and stuff. All my life I have been worrying about this. Ahh… I am tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneesa Ansari called me yesterday and tried to cheer me up since I sounded rather sad when I messaged her aft Econs, Geog, GP and Lit papers. Aneesa Ansari you better come tomorrow k…cause I have lots of my stories to tell u and u too have some interesting stories to be shared. Just a sweet short msg just for u:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Aneesa for bringing back the smile in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for ur ‘effortless’ hunt in finding glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;More importantly thanks for being a great buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss u!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-116014863184576405?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/116014863184576405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=116014863184576405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116014863184576405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/116014863184576405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/endless-worries.html' title='ENDLESS WORRIES'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115987097609981480</id><published>2006-10-03T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:27:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have so many wishes. But rite now i have one ultimate wish - I wish there was a time- machine to bring me back to the day where I got my O Level result and I’m making a better choice of going to a Poly or PSB Academy! But that's never gonna come true. So... I shall just put up with whatever I have and make full use of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, all my papers so far were really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H2 ECONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – had a mental block when attempting the essay questions. Really wanted to give up. I wanted to rise up my hand, hand over the paper and just go away. Left out a 10 mark question blank cause dunno how to answer it and my mind was not working at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H2 GEOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Those spotted questions for economic geog came out. Hopefully will do well for that. But the DRQs and population essay was bad. Left out 15 marks black as there was not enough time and I really dunno know how to answer these question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;H1 LIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – what do you guess? It was really bad especially the poem. I till now dunno have an idea what it is talking about. I really crapped my way through. Then the Pride and Prejudice essay was not any easier – twisted what I learnt in the 1 hour break after geog paper to suit the requirement of the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As quoted by a H2 geog student: Hey the paper was really bad la. I am going to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am like wondering…if they all die… then H1 lit students like us? What is going to happen to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- No words to describe it. For goodness sake please give poor soles like me more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO papers for 2 days. After which there is H2 geog paper. Arvin and me planning to go to school to study these 2 days. Cause if left at home, we will not have the motivation to study, as all the papers so far were demoralizing enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Those friends out there who have papers tomorrow and the day after - all the very best!&lt;/span&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/19197026-115987097609981480?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115987097609981480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115987097609981480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115987097609981480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115987097609981480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-wish.html' title='MY WISH'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115944489518922937</id><published>2006-09-28T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:18:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRONY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wonder how ironic things can get. Cause whenever I was free I din bother to update my blog n now when I have too many things at hand, I keep on updating it. Apart from that. Here is a massage for all 2005 Sec 4 batch TKGians:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MASS TKGS VISIT – ESP FOR 2005 SEC 4 BATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date: 18th October, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Attire: Preferably TKGS uniform or any TKGS based T-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEE U ALL THERE!&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/19197026-115944489518922937?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115944489518922937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115944489518922937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115944489518922937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115944489518922937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/irony.html' title='IRONY'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115944410224070392</id><published>2006-09-28T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:48:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tiring Study Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s Thursday…and my revision for promos is still hanging out there. Have yet to touch on literature. It’s my weakest subject and I have yet to do anything about it. Really have to start on it soon. Got the whole Pride and Prejudice thing to analyze about the marriage market, the entailment issues, characters analysis, characters behaviour to social issues, places and spaces…I guess the list can just go on and on. The most complicated thing about this is that all of them are interlinked, so it gets more irritating when I want to group things up. Come to think about it Jane Austen (writer of Pride and Prejudice) would have just written the book for leisure and would have never thought that her book would be soooo closely read by Lit students – to the extent of even criticizing some of the contents / issues brought across in the book by Jane Austen. Anyway, as if reading and analyzing Pride and Prejudice is gonna bring me anywhere in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Apart from that. Have been going to school to study for the past 4 days and will continue hopefully for the nxt 2 days. I was never a person who can study in school. The only subject that I can study in sch is Math and nothing else. But since it’s the fasting month…and therefore have to wake up to eat at 5am and pray at 5.30am…so I decided that I shall take a nap from 5.30am to 7am and then wake up and get ready to go to school and force myself to study other subjects rather than Math. If I were to be at home…I guess I will only wake up at 10 or 11 only…then drag time here and there and thus will never end up utilizing the study break. Well…have been to school from 8am till 4pm for the past few days…it has been productive and fun so far as I get tips and hints on my H2 subjects - Econs, Math and Geog from various friends. So I shall continue going till Friday or Saturday and gather as much tips and hints as possible. K. That’s it for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arvinder – this msg is esp. 4 u!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the friends out there want to wish u ppl all the very best for PROMOS. Give it your best shot and hopefully the results will turn out to be what we desire. If god brought us to this, he will bring us through this. I believe everything happens for a reason so don’t worry too much about why you did not utilize ur time fully yesterday or plan / high hopes to cramp too much things in the days to come. Just make use of the present time to do whatever u want. After all it’s 4 DAYS more to PROMOS and 9 DAYS more to END OF PROMOS. So… just give it a shot ppl.&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/19197026-115944410224070392?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115944410224070392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115944410224070392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115944410224070392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115944410224070392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-tiring-study-leave_28.html' title='My Tiring Study Leave'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115909279456936312</id><published>2006-09-24T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:26:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better days in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its already Sunday…and I have already wasted 2 days. I din really study anything during these 2 days. I am lacking the motivation to study after all. There is no one at home to give the motivation to study harder…no one is pushing me in any way. At times I get the idea that no one is motivating me at home cause they feel that I am no way better than my brother and etc. During Os I told myself…that I want to prove to my family members that I can also do equally well as my brother. But over time I have realized that…the process of working hard to impress or prove to someone gets tiring. Even to the extent you want to give up cause you are not doing it for urself. Even though i did well for Os...there wasn't any kind of ecxitement / happiness back at hope. K. enough of my old flash back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off…just want to say that Fasting month has start. Today is the first day and thus here is a massage for all Muslims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Most beautiful word – ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful sound – AZAN&lt;br /&gt;World’s perfect encyclopedia – AL QURAN&lt;br /&gt;Best exercise – SOLAT&lt;br /&gt;Best diet – FASTING&lt;br /&gt;Selemat Berpuasa&lt;/span&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/19197026-115909279456936312?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115909279456936312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115909279456936312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115909279456936312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115909279456936312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/better-days-in-school.html' title='Better days in school'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115866301681949274</id><published>2006-09-19T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:50:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder if i belong here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Confused. Not in the right mind. Wonder what’s happening to me. I am just caught and can’t seem to get out. Wonder why am I thinking so much about it. I don’t even understand myself. So many images flow in and out. I cannot seem to concentrate on stuff. So many thoughts making me go crazy. What am I suppose to do. I wished there was someone out there to give me some guidance. Someone to give me answers to the many questions I have. Someone to share in my sorrows. Someone’s shoulder to cry on. Someone to appreciate me of who I am and what I have done. If there isn’t such a person out there… I am just hoping that there will be someone to read this entry and feel pity for me. All my wishes seldom came true. People often say that I take all things in a positive way and that I give moral support, guidance the drive to make them work and etc. But in reality I am the one who requires SOME attention, SOME love, SOME appreciation, SOME guidance, SOME moral support and etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People say life is meaningless without love, yet it is love, which is causing so much of problems in one’s life. &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/19197026-115866301681949274?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115866301681949274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115866301681949274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115866301681949274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115866301681949274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/wonder-if-i-belong-here.html' title='Wonder if i belong here!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115832061036649601</id><published>2006-09-15T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:43:30.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST HAPPY FOR THEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really have no time to post a rather long post now. But just in short want to say that JYOTHIKA and SURIYA (my two fav. Tamil actor and actress) got married on Sept 11. I am so excited by their whole marriage… just a perfect couple. Hope they will live a happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;“Life is too short, so live your life as though tomorrow is not going to come!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;“If it is all fated… I have nothing much to say!”&lt;/span&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/19197026-115832061036649601?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115832061036649601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115832061036649601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115832061036649601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115832061036649601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-happy-for-them.html' title='JUST HAPPY FOR THEM'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115788392151414028</id><published>2006-09-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:32:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Sunday - mind u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, hols gonna be over in 6hours time n term 4 of college is gonna start. me stuck in between revision. have yet to complete so many things. hoping to finish revision before the study leave so that there will be ample time to do some tutorials, qns and qn papers (hopefully! - every time i say this..but i end up not doing that...let's see what happens). Holidays were boring as usual...much of the time was spent studying. sometimes i felt really tried of studying. but...do i have a choice? i guess not..so just make use of what is available to me. Promos - in 21 days time. and exams gonna end in 26 days time (yeah...that's what i am looking out for). i have planned to do soooo many things aft Promos : ICS farewell, playing tennis (have not been touching my tennis racket for almot 4 months), Jalan Raya with TKGS and MJC frineds, shopping, slacking, cycling... the list can just go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Msg 4 all my frineds :&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK for Promos. hope ya do well. dun study hard ppl, study smart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-115788392151414028?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115788392151414028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115788392151414028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115788392151414028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115788392151414028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-sunday-mind-u.html' title='Its Sunday - mind u'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115738037143906230</id><published>2006-09-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:36:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS for being there for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/cutie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/cutie3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/cutie3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet another bad day at home especially. So decided to go to sch to study. Met up with expected and some unexpected friends. Janz and I had great time studying Math. It was fun to share some of my burdens with her…everything from family matters to “thaaththaa” story (secret code – only Janz knows).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met some J2s and heard them complaining about their “Pure Evil” GP Prelim Paper. Supz joined us. She was suppose to study but ended up telling ‘Paarijaatham’ (tamil movie) story to Janz. Went toilet aft that, where I shared with Supz some personal stuff. THANKS Supz for the encouragement. THANKS for listening to me patiently. THANKS for the Milo treat. THANKS…basically for everything that u have done for me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the day I was wondering what shape my life would have taken if not for friends like them…I guess my life would have been a broken photograph or even an unfinished Jigsaw Puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that’s for now.&lt;br /&gt;May Peace Be Upon Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-115738037143906230?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115738037143906230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115738037143906230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115738037143906230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115738037143906230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-for-being-there-for-me.html' title='THANKS for being there for me!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115727120141662462</id><published>2006-09-03T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:20:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 August 06 - Teachers' Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey ppl just ignore if there is any mistakes in this post ya…cause I guess this is the longest one that I have ever typed so far. So there got to be lots of mistakes ..but pls ignore it ya! Thanks a bunch. Love ya lots !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Pre-preparations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Woke up at 5.45am to go to TKGS for teachers' day celebration and not MJC ...cause officially I was on sick leave that day (I am sure u ppl know the real meaning)...but the fact is.. I was sick for the past few days ...was having sore throat and stuff… so just made myself look even more sick. That’s it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Upon reaching TK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reached TKGS n guess what? It was raining. I had enough of rain the day before when I got totally drenched. Either I stay at the bus stop or get wet and go into TKGS. So, after getting wet here and there… made my way into TKGS. All the past memories came back. Though me and my friends were complaining about how ‘nice’ the school looks now… but we really missed each and everything in TKGS…from teachers (esp. their gossips), the canteen (the dosai, nasi lemak and etc), prefects’ den (prefects’ second home where u can find almost everything under the sun), the foyer (where we often just lie down and let out our frustrations. In most cases we go there for a short nap)…everything that brings back memories…my friends and me simply miss those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A.C.E.S Day dance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok. Enough abt memories and stuff. The Teachers’ Day Celebration kicked start with A.c.e.s Day dance. Yet another kick boxing dance… it was like more girly. I preferred the one taught at MJC. But I did had fun as Clara and me joined in and made a fool out of ourselves while trying to follow the dance steps from our juniors and teachers (esp. Mdm Chee and Mdm Lee). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The TKGS “Beauty pagent”:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After that was “Beauty pageant” where the Sec 1 and Sec4 teachers were to dress up a student from their class with the given materials and also provide an explanation about their “model”. It was really fun to see the teachers smoking their way through just to give an appropriate explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Teachers’ Day Concert Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally it was Concert Time. Was really looking forward to that. Year after Year Teachers’ Day Concert is ‘the thing’ that each and everyone look forward to… cause the performances will be simply great…the teachers’ video…ohhhhhhhhhh…we just love it. I esp. like the one 2 years back where the teachers act out their own version of Amazing Race…simply great and hilarious…we laughed out hearts out. Well this year…frankly speaking the performances were not that great…but they tried their very best. The best part of this year’s concert was the teachers’ dance…where like usual they made fools out of themselves and made everyone laugh and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Story of my missing phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went Prefects’ Den. Left my phone and wallet there and went to toilet. Came back to den and saw that my phone was missing. Can u imagine it was like only 5+ min and my phone went missing? I left my phone inside my back and went toilet…when I came back to take it…my bag was like toppled and phone was missing. Ahhh…. was sooo frustrated. Looked around. Aneesa also helped to look around school and den …but could not find it. Finally I was like about to call my mum to tell her that it was missing…then one of my juniors was clearing some papers and found my phone lying there. Thank god! She saved a scolding from my mum. Just wanna thank those ppl who helped me in search of my phone…esp. aneesa and juniors. Thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Time to eat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was time to eat! Yeah. Clara’s stomach and mine was like grumbling. We were to meet Cuifang at Cityhall for lunch. Clara and myself were lazy to take bus so we went around asking all the teachers’ that we saw to give us a ride to city hall. Some teachers were busy while others did not have a car. Guess lady luck was in our hands, so got hold of Mr. Collin…and he dropped as at City hall MRT station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;@ Thai Express:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Waited for Cuifang and to arrive. Hmm…did not meet her for sooooooo long. She was still the same…except for the fact that she put on a bit of weight. Probably cause she was in Culinary and while cooking sample too much food. hahahaha. Just kidding. Aniwae, after that there was like a slight argument on where to eat. Finally decided to go to Thai Express. Went there it was like full…so decided to go to the one at Esplanade. By the time we reached there all 3 of us were bloody hungry. We quickly ordered food and were gossiping away while the food was being served. We were talking about random stuff…from teachers’, the teachers’ day celebration, how stubborn Clara is, SAJC logo looking weird at the center of Cuifang’s t-shirt, the VS guys who were there to eat, the waitress who could not speak proper English, the waitress who served as the wrong food, the manager who told the waitress not to give extra plate of sauce or something, the restaurant that was beside Thai Express, the few waitress who were enjoying their food at the table nxt to us…… … n etc. We just talked and talked… there was simply too many things and issues to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Crazy moments @ Swensens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cuifang suggested that we should go and eat ice cream, drink coffee or desert after that. After long consideration decided to go to Suntec to eat ice cream at swensens. All of us were bloody full…so dragged out legs all the way swensens at Suntec. Got a seat, sat down and ordered 2 choco mint (for Clara and myself) and 1 vanilla for Cuifang. I have never seen any person eating a cone ice cream horizontally … but Cuifang was just doing that. Even took a spoon to dig out and push some ice cream to the bottom of the cone. Clara and myself…simply laughed at her while she was doing all this cute ‘nonsense’. All of us got tried after laughing, eating and talking nonsense…especially Clara Tan …so she took a short nap while I was teaching Cuifang how to lie to her tuition teacher as she did not want to go for tuition. Her teacher also agreed to postpone her math tuition to the day after. It was time to pay the bill…everyone was almost broked…. we diged out all the money we had to pay for the ice cream. Cuifang badly wanted to buy some buns for her family (ahhh such a filial child man!) so I chipped in $2 for her ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;It was time to say Bye Bye:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then made our way to MRT station. Before that stopped as Cuifang went to buy buns for her family …. at Crystal Jade if not mistaken. She got only money for 3 buns but have 4 family members (including her)..so bought only 3… poor her did not get one for herself (hmmm such a filial child…hahahaha). Anyway, on our way to MRT… stopped at shops here and there, pushed each other while talking rubbish. But the whole day was simply great. Thanks to Clara, Cuifang, the juniors who gave me flowers, the teachers and everyone who made it 31 August 2006 a special day for me. Thanks guys&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/19197026-115727120141662462?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115727120141662462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115727120141662462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115727120141662462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115727120141662462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/09/31-august-06-teachers-day-celebration.html' title='31 August 06 - Teachers&apos; Day Celebration'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115605351031233545</id><published>2006-08-20T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:58:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ur friendships make my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/adeline%20n%20nas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/adeline%20n%20nas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/mano"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/mano%27s%20photography%20skills.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/family%20of%2006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/family%20of%2006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/family%20of%2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/adeline%20n%20nas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/family%20of%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/J1%20n%20J2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/J1%20n%20J2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/jans.adu.saji.hemz%20n%20nas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/jans.adu.saji.hemz%20n%20nas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hey... u ppl (all J1 n J2 ICS Members...those hu r not in the pics also).. just make my day everyday. thanks for all the encouragement. thanks for the friendships that we share. thanks for helping me out in everyway. thanks for everything...the upcoming poem is dedicated to u ppl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many people we meet&lt;br /&gt;throughout our lives,&lt;br /&gt;A selected few make impressions&lt;br /&gt;on our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you ppl, who have touched the core&lt;br /&gt;of who i am,&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;We are forever changed, however&lt;br /&gt;small in however way,&lt;br /&gt;By my path having crossed with&lt;br /&gt;you individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my small way of extending my&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;This is my way of letting everyone&lt;br /&gt;know just how special you are in&lt;br /&gt;my live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-115605351031233545?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115605351031233545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115605351031233545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115605351031233545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115605351031233545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/08/ur-friendships-make-my-day.html' title='Ur friendships make my day!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-115523049136013388</id><published>2006-08-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:21:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESENTS - JUST FOR U MY DEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Present you a pen my dear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which holds wisdon under the tip of your hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It provides a source of endless memories,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which will linger here and then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet, it acts like a sword,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurting you day and then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I present you a mirror my dear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which reflects yourself more than you can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can keep you happy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by building a heaven in hell's despair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But brings about tragedy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when it shatters - hurting you there and then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly i present you a leaf my dear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which takes the direction of the moving wind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is so lively&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whenever it is found on the tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it is so lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when it is in the mids of another kind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I presented you these my dear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to tell you what shape love can take in this world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-115523049136013388?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/115523049136013388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=115523049136013388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115523049136013388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/115523049136013388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/08/presents-just-for-u-my-dear.html' title='PRESENTS - JUST FOR U MY DEAR'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113975682073333042</id><published>2006-02-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:07:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG</title><content type='html'>Finally found the time to make a post. It is not as if I was so busy that I did not made any … I have simply been lazy to make a post. Hahahahaha. Well wanna hear a joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U KNOW Y GOD CREATED MAN BEFORE WOMAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any answers?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because ONE ALWAYS REQUIRE A DRAFT BEFORE THE ORIGINAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably think this gal is crazy…well it is indeed true; I am crazy (pahal..guess that’s the way to spell it). Got my O level result recently. Was so happy that I got 10. I jumped up and down. Most surprising grade was for my English….i’ve always gotten a C grade or at best a B grade… but was shocked to see that I got A2…no words to describe the joy. It is simply luck I guess cause I did not put much effort for that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprising grade:&lt;/strong&gt; English (A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saddening grade:&lt;/strong&gt; Higher Tamil (B3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shocking grade:&lt;/strong&gt; Add Mathematics (B3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a message for all those people I know:&lt;/strong&gt; what ever points u have gotten, u cannot change it. But whatever is going to happen to ur life my now, u can change it. So be wise and make a good decision on where u wanna go. As for me I am going to stay at MJC cause I am rather confident that the place will mould me into a better person in time to come. MJC ROXZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113975682073333042?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113975682073333042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113975682073333042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113975682073333042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113975682073333042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113785338195338920</id><published>2006-01-21T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:23:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M THE WAY I'M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i realize that it has indeed been a long time since i made a post. So here it begins. 21 jan - ICS Orientation at MJC.fun.filled with jokes.laughed till i cried.met great seniors there.played kabadi, cricket n captain's ball.had lots n lots of fun.ICS here so different frm TKGS.though manpower is abt the same but the people n teacher here are all deeply involved.hope it will stay energized as the days go. suddenly had a flash back... abt the those days that i told my parents n friends that i dun wanna go to MJC. well to think abt it now... i am indeed happy that i am here, filled with great seniors, friends n teachers esp.in life i never get my first choice, no matter what. I have always gotten my second choice...but i realize now that the 2nd choice has always been my BEST choice.i'm indeed greatful for that to god. had always scolded god for not giving me my 1st choice...but now when i recall back...think i had been childish.finally i have come to my sense: dun blame anyone for anything as everything happens for a reason.yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113785338195338920?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113785338195338920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113785338195338920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113785338195338920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113785338195338920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-way-im_21.html' title='I&apos;M THE WAY I&apos;M'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113465944203512088</id><published>2005-12-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:10:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeRvoUs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Feeling nervous… the results of the PAE will be out tomorrow. Feeling scared. Butterflies flying in the stomach. Dun feel like talking to anyone. I did not know that this simple exercise can be this scary. I mean… though you r going for the particular JC for only 3 months … it might change ur life for the gd or better. I pray that I get into my first choice. I really wanna go there… so god please help me with this. Forgive me if I have done anything wrong…but please make this wish come true. I really want this to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!&lt;/span&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/19197026-113465944203512088?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113465944203512088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113465944203512088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113465944203512088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113465944203512088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/12/nervous.html' title='NeRvoUs!!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113439986390683712</id><published>2005-12-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:04:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times when i listen to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Todae was rather a boring day for me…na na na…I think todae was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boring day…cause now it seems that everyday is boring. Simply do not do much everyday. Sleep late. Wake up late. No breakfast. Eat lunch. Tutor my cousin. Play ‘Gameboy’. Read story books. Watch ‘My lucky Charms’. Dinner. Computer. Chat. Watch movies. Listen to songs. Sleep late. Wake up late… it continues ( maybe one or 2 days vary when I choose to go out n meet my friends or etc). Niwae, todae went to immigration. Took bus no. 107 there and as it pass by Kallang …brought to me some primary school memories. I remembered that time when my friend (Gary) n I took 107… n usually talk nonsense in e bus. Tear the tickets that we can find hidden under e benches n throw it at each other. Hmm… those were e times that we were not aware of what we were doing. We merely did whatever we wanted… not did we care about what others in e bus will say… those memories will still linger with me as long as I am around. No matter what, the mention of bus no. 107 or Kallang will just bring back those memories to me. Those were times when I followed what my heart said. To think about it now, we care lot about what other people say, do, respond or react. As we grow older we tend to be influenced by them… we listen to them more than we listen to our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113439986390683712?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113439986390683712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113439986390683712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113439986390683712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113439986390683712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/12/times-when-i-listen-to-my-heart.html' title='Times when i listen to my heart'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113404306965133336</id><published>2005-12-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:57:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I prayed that my brother should be safe n sound in Bombay. When we received a call from him todae ... it was a great disappointment to me... he seemed rather reluctant to even talk to me. It is really sad, here people pray for him so that he will be safe but he simply does not understand. I pity him cause he does not know how to appreciate what was given to him by god! Learn to value life cause it is rather short...it may seem that u r perfectly alright todae...but u never knoe tmr may never come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113404306965133336?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113404306965133336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113404306965133336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113404306965133336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113404306965133336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/12/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment!'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113388401492524603</id><published>2005-12-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:46:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`Memories`</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There are songs, there are complaints&lt;br /&gt;There are stories, there are words&lt;br /&gt;Words are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Memories are remembered&lt;br /&gt;These memories come after the departure of a sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a bond, it lets go&lt;br /&gt;If there is a mirror, it breaks&lt;br /&gt;We are all in difficulty&lt;br /&gt;This heart is in this heart&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are songs, there are complaints&lt;br /&gt;There are stories, there are words&lt;br /&gt;Words are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Memories are remembered&lt;br /&gt;These memories come after the departure of a sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world, all of us&lt;br /&gt;Are victims of memories&lt;br /&gt;Some joys, a little sadness&lt;br /&gt;These from us, us from these&lt;br /&gt;Memories, oh sweet sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;Sour sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are songs, there are complaints&lt;br /&gt;There are stories, there are words&lt;br /&gt;Words are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Memories are remembered&lt;br /&gt;These memories come after the departure of a sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories, oh memories&lt;/span&gt;&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/19197026-113388401492524603?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113388401492524603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113388401492524603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113388401492524603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113388401492524603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/12/memories.html' title='`Memories`'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113388116860522507</id><published>2005-12-06T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:53:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING SCARED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/kajol-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/kajol-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;All of a sudden, I am feeling scared. God knows for what reason. This fear is really scaring me. At times, there is really no reason for why this is happening…hope that everything will turn out fine. I closed my eyes, they were filled with tears. Why? Why? Why? All these are happening! I have very little time left…I guess I will let nature take its course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113388116860522507?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113388116860522507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113388116860522507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113388116860522507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113388116860522507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/12/feeling-scared.html' title='FEELING SCARED'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113336248849437161</id><published>2005-11-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:47:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHINGS HAPPEN...U WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Really something is happening. Its hard to say in words or even tell anyone. Have kept that within me for real long... but all i noe is that all this should not be happening. You see, when it comes to matter of e hearts... one cannot express it so easily or say it all out... it is that difficult.Probably i am pahal (mad)... dunno why all these are happening but i am sure all these are happening for a reson. Just hope that all will turn out easy n happie. Caught n cannot seem to get out. Help me someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113336248849437161?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113336248849437161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113336248849437161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113336248849437161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113336248849437161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/11/somethings-happenu-wouldnt-understand.html' title='SOMETHINGS HAPPEN...U WOULDN&apos;T UNDERSTAND'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113324750720965743</id><published>2005-11-29T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:59:52.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAL HO NAA HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to market with my mum this morning n when i came back home to see e newspaper (tamil newspaper) was shocked to see a news regarding Indian Airlines flight had problems landing in Chennai airport.i was blurred for a while.mind went blank.heart beated reallie fast...cause Aneesa Ansari took that flight.So quickly i called her hp(without realizing that it might not  be working).Quickly searched for her house no...but i could not find it.so i called up lydia n told her abt e inccident shortly n got hold of aneesa's no. n thereafter called her house.Her mum picked up n i was happy to knoe that aneesa arrived safely.phew....phew.... i told myself n thanked allah for what had happened. Msg Lydia n told her that aneesa is safe. Lydia was also happie to hear that...she said she almost felt lk crying.To aneesa: this entry is esp for u. it is to let u knoe that we (ur friends) care abt u...cause u never know tmr may never come (Kal Ho Naa Ho!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113324750720965743?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113324750720965743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113324750720965743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113324750720965743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113324750720965743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/11/kal-ho-naa-ho.html' title='KAL HO NAA HO'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113319390368801057</id><published>2005-11-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:06:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love dis Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movie Name: Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham&lt;br /&gt;Lyric Name: Suraj Hua Maddham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--MALE--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suraj hua maddham, chaand jalne laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun has dimmed, the moon has begun to burn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aasmaan yeh haai kyoon pighalne laga) - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, why has the sky begun to melt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Main thehra raha, zameen chalne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am standing still, the earth has begun to move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhadka yeh dil, saans thamne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart has beat, my breath has begun to stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, is this my first love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sajna, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling, is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--FEMALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, aa aa aa aa aa aa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraj hua maddham, chaand jalne laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun has dimmed, the moon has begun to burn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aasmaan yeh haai kyoon pighalne laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, why has the sky begun to melt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main thehri rahi, zameen chalne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am standing still, the earth has begun to move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhadka yeh dil, saans thamne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart has beat, my breath has begun to stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haan, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajna, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling, is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai khoobsurat yeh pal, sab kuch raha hai badal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This moment is beautiful, everything is changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sapne haqeeqat mein jo dhal rahe hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams are falling into real life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya sadiyon se puraana hai rishtaa yeh hamaara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this bond of ours centuries old?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke jis tarha tumse hum mil rahe hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For in such a way I am meeting you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--FEMALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yunhi rahe har dam pyaar ka mausam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love's season will remain like this always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunhi milo humse tum janam janam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet me like this, birth after birth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main thehra raha, zameen chalne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am standing still, the earth has begun to move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--FEMALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(La la la, la la la, la la la)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhadka yeh dil, saans thamne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart has beat, my breath has begun to stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--FEMALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haan, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajna, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling, is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere hi rang se yun main to rangeen hoon sanam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only with your color am I this colorful, lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paake tujhe khud se hi kho rahi hoon sanam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having gained you, I am losing myself, lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O maahiya, ve tere ishq mein haan doobke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh darling, having drowned in your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paar main ho rahi hoon sanam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am becoming the shore, lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saagar hua pyaasa, raat jagne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ocean has become thirsty, night has begun to awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sholo ke dil mein bhi aag jalne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even in the heart of a flame, fire erupted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--FEMALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main thehri lagi, zameen chalne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am standing still, the earth has begun to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dhadka yeh dil, saans thamne lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart has beat, my breath has begun to stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--FEMALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sajna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--BOTH--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this my first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suraj hua maddham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun has dimmed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--BOTH--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chaand jalne laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moon has begun to burn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aasmaan yeh haai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--BOTH--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyoon pighalne laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why has it begun to melt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--MALE--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sajna, kya yeh mera pehla pehla pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, is this my first love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113319390368801057?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113319390368801057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113319390368801057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113319390368801057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113319390368801057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-dis-song.html' title='Love dis Song'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113316182015373324</id><published>2005-11-28T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:10:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~FrIeNdS 4eVa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/candw.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/candw.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One year of hard work. Sacrifices. Times when I cried when I felt like giving up. Times when someone encouraged me…all these I went through together with e support of all my friends. This entry is a tribute to all my friends that I have known in TKGS. Just in case if u were wondering whether u are my friend…well it is simple. As long as I’ve smile at u or have spoken some words or met u at the toilet during lesson breaks or have been caught by me for eating in class/ breaking school rules or etc…u r considered a FRIEND! To meet a friend and getting to know them is really simple BUT not to lose them is really difficult. To all my friends: though how little u think of me, u mean something in my life…for gd or even betta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all my friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There r many people whom we meet throughout our lives,&lt;br /&gt;A selected few make impressions on our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;To u people who have touched e core of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;We r foreva changed, however small in however way&lt;br /&gt;By my paths having crossed with u individuals,&lt;br /&gt;This is my small way of extending my thanks to all of u.&lt;br /&gt;This is my way of letting everyone know just how special u people r in my life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113316182015373324?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113316182015373324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113316182015373324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113316182015373324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113316182015373324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends-4eva.html' title='~FrIeNdS 4eVa~'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19197026.post-113309540905769017</id><published>2005-11-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:43:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all cause of U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/1600/blue%20roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/1895/320/blue%20roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Lydia for helping me to come up with this wonderful blog... all praises goes to u gal. love a lots. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once angain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19197026-113309540905769017?l=sweetlilac8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/feeds/113309540905769017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19197026&amp;postID=113309540905769017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113309540905769017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19197026/posts/default/113309540905769017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlilac8.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-all-cause-of-u.html' title='Its all cause of U'/><author><name>~('\/')Nas('\/')~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532415503830327234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
