<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:36:54.745+08:00</updated><category term='big fat bitchy her'/><category term='Mugging for exams???'/><category term='the year'/><category term='NAPFA'/><title type='text'>Zenith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-8629839548101966005</id><published>2008-08-17T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:40:50.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Erase it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel like this? no this is a sin...i cant be so cruel. Why can't I just relax....It's eating me up...I thought i would be stronger...turns out i am just a weakling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase this from my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8629839548101966005?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8629839548101966005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=8629839548101966005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8629839548101966005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8629839548101966005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2008/08/erase-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-1686323502307974222</id><published>2008-08-11T00:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:06:29.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nirvana&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232922827013522834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8TlgEshZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQzJuLPKs98/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;Yup that was what i was doing over the past few mths. But now I'm back with the intention of flooding my blog...for my own pleasure of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Arab Street with the gals yesterday...was really nice meeting up with them after a long time.  It's surprising how as u grow older, things change. There's lesser time to meet, lesser time to fool around. It's not that as ppl grow older their priorities change. It's just that you're suddenly facing a lot of pressure from all sides. Sometimes the pressure is obvious, sometimes it's not...but the rush for time still prevails. To me, my friends r still my 1st priority (sharing e spot with my family). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8UPzbQ3KI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5LuuKPooo1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232923553762958498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8UPzbQ3KI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5LuuKPooo1Q/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to our night out. E place was really crowded with it being a public holiday. Saw some guys from Hindi school who failed to recognise me initially...ohh well guess i kept a reaalllyyyy low profile back then. lol. We wanted to go to Ambrosia (hope i spelt it correctly) for Sheesha but had to wait for a while. Thanks to our Sharm's regular visits there, e waiter was really nice and gave us a call in bout 1/2 an hr when there was an empty table. OMG the place is soooo cozy i could easily sleep there!!! The Sheesha was a bit of a disappointment as it was not really strong and yea though we ordered apple flavour... there was hardly any flavour of it. However, the place more or less made up for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232928711012479570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8Y7_rXclI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4KylcSvIycA/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's good if u plan to made ur self comfortable and stay there for a long time. The food was good but the servings were verryyy small! The other places I've been to serve an entire place of Hummus dip with Pitta bread and look wat they did here!!!! Ohh well... :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8eFXtNv0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fi7qyb6z1sY/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232934369639644994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8eFXtNv0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fi7qyb6z1sY/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tried the Mango Laban (milkshakel ater...Hmmmm...it's really nice! go try it! Also had a Almond Milk tea (forgot it's lebanese transalation). It was nice too...tasted like Indian Badam (almond) Milk, only richer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanted to go to a pub later, but we were so comfy there..that none of us had e drive to get up. So there we sat, playing gunny games and updating each other.... Left the place ard 3...asked my dad to come under the block where the cabby dropped me off as i was having some negative vibes..so y take the risk? Safer than sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a brighter note, i'll leave u with some pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8beSQkL0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UVANJv_14_A/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232931499139149634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8beSQkL0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UVANJv_14_A/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8beufBrbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lBuNzoK4APY/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232931506715995570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8beufBrbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lBuNzoK4APY/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8biGmk9fI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1bBBDFofx_M/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232931564729726450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8biGmk9fI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1bBBDFofx_M/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8evUhOtEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/f3FbDYtadko/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232935090338575426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8evUhOtEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/f3FbDYtadko/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-1686323502307974222?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1686323502307974222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=1686323502307974222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/1686323502307974222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/1686323502307974222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2008/08/nirvana-yup-that-was-what-i-was-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/SJ8TlgEshZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQzJuLPKs98/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-2759455539702267227</id><published>2008-05-09T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:47:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a new haircut&lt;br /&gt;Update wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;Find another part time job&lt;br /&gt;Monitor my tutees results&lt;br /&gt;Buy new heels&lt;br /&gt;Play online games (ooohhh i love Doggie Dash!)&lt;br /&gt;Update blogskin&lt;br /&gt;Buy a present for mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;Buy an additional present for mom&lt;br /&gt;Plan wat to do on Mother's day&lt;br /&gt;Play more arcade games&lt;br /&gt;Replenish make-up&lt;br /&gt;Go Camping&lt;br /&gt;         .&lt;br /&gt;         .&lt;br /&gt;         .&lt;br /&gt;         .&lt;br /&gt;         .&lt;br /&gt;         .&lt;br /&gt;Go Amruta! Where's ur drive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-2759455539702267227?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2759455539702267227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=2759455539702267227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/2759455539702267227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/2759455539702267227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-3018356120383199328</id><published>2008-05-03T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:11:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mugging Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait for exams to be over! Was surprised to see a D for my Accounts test!!!Should have served some motivation for me to study...but the exam was tough, tough, tough...Oh well Almighty...I hope you're hearing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No motivation to study for the last exam...but gotta do welll! It doesn't help that I have a huge craving for cheese n mushroom prata and teh tarik! Met Rahul for dinner yesterday at Al Ameen and the amount we ordered should have satisfied my cravings....but nope hear I am again....Oh tried a new dish, Cauliflower Manchurian..recommended by Rahul of course...and i know everytime I go there I have to eat it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Started a new blog 'Juicy Updates' with uni friends...realised got too many 'updates' for each other....haha it's quite fun in a way everyone talking bout random things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cant wait for hols! Got class chalet, shopping sprees, clubbing, pubbing, well in all ultimate socialising! All dat i missed out cos of my swollen, wounded leg...so glad am outta it, was having horrible thoughts about wat would happen to my leg...(no pics pls too gross to be put up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now time for studies...if not hols will be a draggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3018356120383199328?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3018356120383199328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3018356120383199328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3018356120383199328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3018356120383199328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2008/05/mugging-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-8214447594569314478</id><published>2007-11-24T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:34:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Water Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With all this craze bout water babies, one may wonder if water babies really grow by themselves. And, I for 1 wouldn't blame that someone...cos I've a few friends and colleagues who thought water babies are ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So being the myth buster(actually I was just interested in seeing them grow), I bought a few packets from Popular. Let's follow the growing stage of these amazing water babies then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAGE 1: Took a few beads(will later evolve in water babies) and soaked them in water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN3607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAGE 2: Oooohhh here they are!!! 10* it's original size! And it's soo fun to play with it...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN3610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN3609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You can actually fill your vases or indoor plants with them. Their main use is to retain water...though children use it as real 'babies' and trade with each other for different colours. What the heck..each packet comes with the same colours. Anyway, so next time you go on a holiday, make real use of water babies and fill your plants with them...so you dont have to worry about watering your plants everyday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8214447594569314478?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8214447594569314478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=8214447594569314478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8214447594569314478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8214447594569314478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/11/water-babies-with-all-this-craze-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-3289407487397377743</id><published>2007-10-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:34:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday WISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how things fall into place when you stop comparing...A lot of people tell me, don't compare A and Z. There're bound to be differences; differences that'll onli disappoint you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was Rahul's b'day. hAPPY bIRTHDAY sweets! Hmmm...as he was telling me yesterday, there has not bn even a year when we haven't wished each other on our b'days, may we be on bad terms or good. I am amused that how things have changed between us...from crush to like to hate to love. And now I hope they stay the way they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being it...spoke to him till 2.30 am yesterday...and just if i was thinking I would fall asleep at work, I had a budget discussion meeting at 9.30 am....after that e day was a roller coaster...and i wonder do things ever slow down at SAFRA??? Had I bn at Krisflyer, I am sure I would have fallen asleep by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thursday marks my B'day!! Am I xcited bout it?? hmmm not really...as it is I stopped celebratin my b'day when I was 16...sooo this'll b fun...and with ella and sharm as e organisers, it leaves one to wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3289407487397377743?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3289407487397377743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3289407487397377743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3289407487397377743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3289407487397377743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-wishes-its-amazing-how-things.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-5378084272448952661</id><published>2007-09-26T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:59:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never Gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know...I am back after a long long siesta. Everything has fallen into pieces, I have no complaints so no emotions to pen down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for SAFRA recruitment talk today...it was hmmm fun,different, unique experience, eye opener....oh ya if u think guys have grown up think again...just go to any army camp and you'll be proved wrong. The guys practically oggle at girls acting as though they have never seen 1 in their entire life!!! Guess their hormones multiply in the week that they are isolated on the island. Needless to say, I didn't escape their chiuldish remarks and oohhhhsss and aaahhsss.But it can be ignored; just think back to the sec school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my presentation went well....and managed to get 44 applicants for movie and music club...i think that was a good number considering it was my 1st time. Got 1 more on 5 Oct. Hope to get more!!!And I am super duper tired...can't wait for the weekend...may go to Bintan or if not our very good old sentosa with nujnaw and fel!&lt;br /&gt;And then on a relaxation/shopping/therapy trip with my umbrella ella ella eh eh ella to KL...haha yes back to KL with my sweet memories... shall upload the photos soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-5378084272448952661?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5378084272448952661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=5378084272448952661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5378084272448952661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5378084272448952661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-5741505841449941260</id><published>2007-05-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:28:31.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Random Day...not the random thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to coffee...yea i guess there's no point denying it...In office my fav hangout is: the pantry....beside the cappucino machine...&lt;br /&gt;My cup is always filled with bitter, sweet coffee....&lt;br /&gt;I am jus 2 steps from starting to take up double expresso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pull myself outta e predicament, i sought out a solution:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fill my mug with coffee, but don't drink it. Leave the lid half open...so the aroma makes me fill as though the caffeine is running thru my veins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ve: I waste a lot of coffee, i think the people at work are goin to ask me to start paying for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I spent 1/2 hr in Shop 'N Save, troubling the sales assistant in telling me which herbal tea is good for what and how does it taste..it was off-peak hr btw...if not she 'd have chased me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gathering the info...i got Peach and Mango HERBAL tea. next morning i placed it on my table with pride...determined not to let an ounce of coffee run down my throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues commented on what an AWESOME combination it is for tea...another said hmmm u should put it in the drawer to confine the sweet-smell..basically every1 took it for an air freshner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a cup of tea for myself and almost puked everytime i drank it...So another colleague/friend of mine came and after complimenting it made tea for herself...she's a coffee addict like me and had sought to drinking ginger tea...I had earlier criticised that tea...but guess what..the one i had was also just as bad in fact worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but either ways it keeps me awake...no1 at work understands my formula...my genius formula i must say but guess wat?! i didn't drink coffee for a whole week!!! well..wat can we say am just a genius :&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I shall upload my pics with a straight fringe real soon...shall do that this wednesday..when we finally hit MOS after a long long long sabbatical....used to go there last yr pretty often..cos they've a cuteeeeee bouncer there...lol...apparently, i embarrassed myself so many times i dare not c any1...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-5741505841449941260?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5741505841449941260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=5741505841449941260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5741505841449941260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5741505841449941260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-random-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-6594516992680313075</id><published>2007-05-22T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:36:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zonked Out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i noe wat you all r going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel: ur blog is gathering dust&lt;br /&gt;wj: ur MIA&lt;br /&gt;sharm: I am sick of checkin and cing no updates&lt;br /&gt;Mabel: ohh i check it EVERYDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....WADEVA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not sooo free...lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo totally zonked out left,right,centre......Training at work is over and now we are on our own....it's not soo bad after all....I am transferred to the correspondence dept...so basically...no shift work!!!!yeaaaaa! it's complete office hrs and it's basically executing all the redemption booking,qualification stuff for KF mbrs....by 5 pm i get soooo saturated that i jus wanna run out.....and dats wat i seem to do all the time....runnn to MRT....relaxxx 4m MRT runnnn to work...relaxxx from the lift runnnn to e desk....sign in and thennnn reeeellaaaxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean workin is like having no life....and i noe whenever ppl ask me where do i work and i reply Kembawang....they go like...omg!!!soo far!!! u shld work somewhere nearer....FAR???! like 4m which angle??? S'pore is sooo small..it takes me 1.5 hrs to and fro..not bad wat...atleast i can come home and relax...no need to worry bout work or bring anyhting home....much better thn where i was last time and had to stay in office till late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least...i can't wait for this wkend!!! it rocks!!! whether it's slackin at home, drinking or dancing....talking bout dancing....recently i was sooo put off by the mention of clubbing...i used to enter the club unwillingly...guess it was cos every other time we have bn there aft my b'day no matter how much we promise ourselves we end up getting drunk and then neglectedly sitting in a corner trying to make out where we are....well NO MORE! i mean no more getting drunk but drinking...ya i really feel like gettin one now...so cant wait for Vesak day...gonna hit MOS on wednesday!!!i noe i said i was sick of MOS...but then am starting to miss it so ya and i hope the cuteeee 'boun-shi' is there...apparently dats wat i called him when i was high...accdg to eels...and wit all dat ooohs and aaahhhss goin on bout Clinic...trust me it's really not that gd unless u wanna chill over a drink and pretend to be a patient with salines all ard u......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies am done blabbering...i shld b a bit more creative and write poems or emo stuff...but i guess u get high when  ur tired...this is called Ms Bollywood's logic lol....shall update more often and be a bit more organised...ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-6594516992680313075?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6594516992680313075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=6594516992680313075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6594516992680313075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6594516992680313075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/05/zonked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-5929254451621368698</id><published>2007-05-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:46:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tagged! This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I think I am the queen of beauty and intelligience. I think i deserve the best and only the best. Though i can easily name 5 ppl who'll tel me to get a life aft reading this....wadeva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't look at a person's position or status but at the qualification. I am the last person who will appreciate street smart people. Guess that's y i can't survive in small companies....when the manager is jus a deg holder, i look down on him/her...which is weird cos u don't need to be qualified to be smart...but dats how i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't understand y sex is called a sin when it's actually supposed to b the most divine moment...i mean accrdig  to da vinci code, e only way to meet the diety is by having sex....following which i dun understand y contraceptives are bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a tendency to mentally straighten unruly, untreated, frizzy hair....when i c people with such damaged hair..i feel like applying gel to their hair and bringing them to a salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I never forgive. Especially those who fool around with my feelings...i nvr look back. no rectifying allowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I hate MAths...I loved English...Mass comm and singlish made me hate english....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i am weird cos i have no idea wat i am talkin bout....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-5929254451621368698?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5929254451621368698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=5929254451621368698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5929254451621368698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5929254451621368698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-this-is-what-you-are-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-4603185476775215503</id><published>2007-05-01T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:41:32.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Let Your Hair Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00252.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after long week of work, work and more work finally got around to chilling out on Saturday. Felt good to catch up on the week's happenings...everyone's working now...except Ella of course, so hardly any time to catch up. We went to Clarke Quay, my colleague asked me to check out Naughty Nine but none of us were in the mood for clubbing so went for dinner at Hooter's then to Cafe Iguana for drinks...Oohh the food at hooter's really sux...i dunno y guys like to see the skimpily dressed waitresses so much cos u can find better ones elsewhere...but well they and their thinking...the last time i was there with ella we were frozen to death..cos she wanted to watch the soccer match...and i was hoping the food would keep me awake...but it was terrible. the funniest part was we thought it'd we healthy and nice to munch on celery sticks...but yucks!!! it's like eating a raw vegetable root!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most lame thing i did that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy approached me," Hi whats this place?"&lt;br /&gt;Me (trying to be very helpful),"Clarke Quay!"&lt;br /&gt;He with an exasperated look and sigh," Of course i noe that...but wat do i tell the cabby?" &lt;br /&gt;Me,"read some street name off the board and added, "Ohhh just tell him wat ur wearing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i sounded bimbotic...we managed to keep in touch 4 a while..cos i guess he had nvr seen bimbo gals like us..but gradually lost contact...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...some new updates...over dinner last Saturday, Sharm started crying...cos earlier in the day we were discussing bout how KFC chicken is injected to make it as it is..and how they are tortured for that...I mean the killing is really bad and heartless. Some people carry the attitude that it is made to be eaten so regardless how it is tortured you should just carry on with your own enjoyment...BUT that's the wrong attitude...then what r vegetables for? I am not saying give up eating chicken completely but at least reduce the intake...you'll end up saving the poor birds...as for me I am not eating it at all until my mind accepts it again..not very difficult cos i did stick to the pact earlier for 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the evening we met a mime artiste(shall not name him). Actually we saw him there. He was performing his miming skills. Since he was my interviewee for my article in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPE&lt;/span&gt; magazine, and he has been very nice to me..decided to say 'hi' to him. As he was bz, expected him to just acknowledge us with a nod...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He turned off the music and screamed 'HI' to me&lt;br /&gt;2) He performed a 'flying dance pose'!&lt;br /&gt;3) He begged me as in almost begged me from the raised platform to call him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo embarrassing!!!! I mean I didn't expect that kind of welcome especially with hundreds of people around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00229.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cafe Iguana for drinks..ordered lime margarita as I am soooo done with vodka and beers...ok i never really like beer nor vodka but a good chill out drink...Ella criticized the salsa  and chips, said  el patio serves better...hmmm  i thought  it  was  good...!! Wanted to order another jug of margarita but the they had closed the counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i am sure we didn't get high on margarita..i mean who does??! but we did a lot of funnily stupid things...like at 3 am sharm wanted to show mw her back massage skills and then eela wanted to show how hard she can pinch people...so in the end we ended up doing the most absurd thing of all...giving each other a back and hand massage!!! like wtf??? ok mayb they accidentally prepared the wrong drink for us...lol hmmm time to hit the clubs on 30th may!!!just nice...the next day is a hol!! shall go to zouuuuukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! Mambo Night!!! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-4603185476775215503?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4603185476775215503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=4603185476775215503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/4603185476775215503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/4603185476775215503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/05/let-your-hair-down-finally-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-8501809653065337380</id><published>2007-04-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:57:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KrissFlyer anyone????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a job after a long hunt...ok actually not a very long hunt...was jus lazing around at home for the past 2 months. So now working for Singapore Airlines (SIA) KrissFlyer mileage programme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love theee placeee! I mean this is the 1st workplace I am actually enjoying the work.... I dun even mind the distance..like 1 and a half hr for travel to and fro...hmmm at 1st i used to think east is very far away but now traveling there everyday makes the distance seem short....always thought that finding your own group of friends in a workplace is impossible BUT this place proves me wrong... hehe I just I like the people more than the work haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so we're basically in training rite now....hope it's as good when we are on our own.... ok so basically if u travel by SIA especially by 1st or biz class go and apply to be a KF member...u may benefit a lot....esp u get to use the Silver Kriss lounge which is ohhh---soooo---good from wat i've heard.... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alritey dats all for now...more updates coming up :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8501809653065337380?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8501809653065337380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=8501809653065337380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8501809653065337380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8501809653065337380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/04/krissflyer-anyone-finally-got-job-after.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-8608247289752083476</id><published>2007-04-14T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:10:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bali Roccckkkssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entree should have been up lonngggg ago..but...well sthg is better than nthg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 days spent in Bali were fullll of relaxation and stress free OMG I love the Balinese people…they’re soo noice..so helpful…What our driver there said was soo true..even if Bali is bombed again…the local people will b the 1st to risk their life and help the tourists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so now as u can probably guess I was badly sunburnt…Really bad…my hands are of different shades now and my skin had basically just dried up…my poor face had to endure the sweltering sun….but if there isn’t sun, sand and beach, then it isn’t Bali so better to have it. ..thkfull now...after almost a mth..hehe am back to normal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day… WE WERE CHEATED. We were in the car at the traffic junction where a group of boys were selling newspapers. So I decided to get a copy. There were ‘bout 5 guys there. The 1st one asked me which country I am from, and I said Singapore. Then, he shouted to a few others and about 3 of them came running towards me with eager smiles on their faces, each of their hands flashing a copy of The Strait Times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom to me: Umm….y are all cover pages of the papers different?&lt;br /&gt;Me to mom: *stop acting dumb kinda look* after which I started reading the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Me to mom: this article seems familiar…is it a follow-up of a previous one??? ( I start turning the pages)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Check the date of the paper&lt;br /&gt;Me, mom and my brother all set to the task of finding the date….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was not dated!!! It onli had the issue no…which told me the paper was from December 2006!!!! And guess how much I spent on it??? 45,000 Rp….aka S$9.00. 9 feaking dollars for a  80cent newspaper…!!!! I could have had 3 manicures and a pedicure done with that $$$ in Bali….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next junction, we saw more of these boys….all of them again holding a diff newspaper…Amruta refused to be tricked. So, if you go to Bali, bring along a mag or an ipod but dun buy newspapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the onli bad incident I encountered there….the rest of the day I spent eating the delicious, yummy Dunkin Donuts!!! And of course the yummmmm food  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I begged everyone to go shopping….  *winks*&lt;br /&gt;I went down for breakfast at 9. dad had ordered it for me…Greedily I took a sip of my juice and dug into the fruits salad. Something felt funny…my tongue began to itch  bad symptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to dad: wat’s this!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Juice???!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which??&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Watermelon mixed with something…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh…no guesses for what that something was…PINEAPPLE!!!!YUCKSSSS!!!! Am allergic to it, big time! I am glad I made it to my room and didn’t vomit in the eyes of the public itself. But in a way, it was good. My mom wanted to secretly mix pineapple in my food to TEST whether I am still allergic to it (since I haven’t let pineapple near me for the past 7 yrs)…hehe now she noes…just 3 sips of diluted pineapple juice can set me on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully by 11 am I was totally fine and could go shopping…oh btw that’s when I got most of the sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2860.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See, what a nice fren I am!!! I went to shop in the hot hot hot sun! It’s super fun to shop in Bali, which all the people just sweet talking u ..well sometimes it feels good... naturally the price for a skirt was started off with 260,000 Rp…and we bargained it down to 50,000 Rp. See rahul! I know how to bargain…well I mean dad does and I’m his apprentice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2556.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2679.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2423.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I went in I made a mistake…I showed interest in the manicure charts…bad bad bad…everyone came rushing down and b4 I knew it I had my hands massaged and manicured!!! ooooohhhhh I was scolded by dad after that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is the beach to have manicures????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha a little bit of scoldin doesn’t hurt for my much wanted manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the memorial at nite, where the bombing occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2488.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spot is near Kuta beach, and all tourists stay around that beach. So basically, all the hotels are jus 5 mins away from that place. Good research on their part. The bombs were placed in a pub called Polly’s I think. The pub still stands there jus that it overlooks the different side of street; it has moved to the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a quieeeetttt day. I’m amused how the people of the same religion celebrate the same festival differently..It was Hindu new year and while the Hindus in India celebrate it by visiting each other the Balinese hindu, celebrate it as a sacred silent day. So no lights, no noise, no walking. I didn’t take it as seriously at 1st when our driver said we can’t go out on Monday AT ALL….but they are damn serious ppl man…they locked the hotel from outside so as to prevent guests from walking out on the streets…so eeriee..imagine not a single soul on the streets! The whole day was spent in silence…no shouts, no sounds of vechicles, nothing…jus whispers of other guests by the pool. In the evening, onli very dim light was allowed…the hotel attendant ca me up to our room to ask us to switch off the balcony lights…well it looked like we were going to have an air raid!!! K the silent day was very much appreciated by me as you get to be enveloped by peacefulness and blanketed by stars. The last time I saw this many stars was when I was in Panchgani, India…once sky advertising takes over, we may not even c the sky…so treasure it now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sight seeing again on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2627.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2581.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Got my favourite drink: Chendol…but actually I guess it tastes better in Singapore..it was quite horrible there…I mean I wish I hadn’t had it….oh then we went to a restaurant which was set on a hill…it was nice but a bit too close to nature…I saw a squirrel on the tree and a lizard jumped out of nowhere on the chair next to me…so naturally I screamed and attracted a lot of attention….but no 1 wanted 2 leave…and I was forced to experience realllll nature….my god I felt like I was starring for some survivor role!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewwww….went to shop a bit more…wanted to buy some stone or wooden carving…then for the much wanted foot massage!!! omg how I wish foot massage was popular here….i wld go there every mth!!! It lasted for like an hour and my felt so soft and cared for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning everyone went to watch the traditional dance…but it really bores me, so I jus slept in till 10..then packed up and waited for every1 to return…then spent all the remaining cash and change on chewing gums and smuggled them into Singapore hhaa…ooooohhhh the thrill. And for that thrill I need to visit the dentist soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the city of stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2901.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some beautiful snaps taken there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2343.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2329-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/DSCN2792.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8608247289752083476?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8608247289752083476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=8608247289752083476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8608247289752083476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8608247289752083476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/04/bali-roccckkkssss-i-know-this-entree.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/Bali/th_DSCN2860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-3986199725569536743</id><published>2007-03-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:53:46.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working It Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! After Bali (yes my Bali entry will come up soon)thats what I have been doing....Working it Out, Getting SunBurnt, dehydrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to East Coast with Sharm and Eels! hmm nice...shall call her eel now instead of ella(princess in tamil)We reached there at 9 pm and really sweet talked the shop owner into renting us the bicylces 'cos the shop had already closed...so naturally it worked and he even came out to tell us to be safe on the road and take care...we had to get a single and a double cycle 'cos Ms Sharmila can't CYCLE!!!haha i tried doing that but nah i realised b4 both of us end up in the bushes with scratches all over us, i let eels do the honour...I bet Sharm had a hell ride cos their cycle kept going off track with 2 heavy bags and an additional tent bag...haha i happily ran away from them before they cld pass it on to me. but of course being an angel i took it later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided East Coast is one of the best places to eat seafood...not in terms of jus the food but the setting and activities, etc...the place where we like to go is at the end after the jetty whereby they have a huge open space and a lot of stalls ard with a lot of satay sellers as well..i think it's carpark C...if am not wrong. The oyster omelette over there rockzzz!!! i mean totally yummy! the oyster is so soft and nicely cooked, u can onli feel a tinge of its taste, it definitely doesn't taste raw as it does in most other places. Other than that we had Satay, Stingray, Kang Kong, Prawns in Ginger sauce. we wanted hotplate tofu..but none of the stalls there sell it. Oh and the prawns were terrible didn't taste nice at all...we shld have had ordered from the other stall that sold Cheese prawns, creal prawns, etc..a unique blend i must say...go fish that stall out whn ur there!oh and sugarcane juice is a must :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went off to find Dil who was incessantly calling Sharm and was desperate to meet us...The ride back was terrible again...it was a verrryyyy warrrmmm nite...but we persisted and met him at Coffee Bean. He was going to help us pitch the tent..but we hadn't decided where to pitch and onli had 2 cycles..so Dil being as clever as he is said ok ella, sharm and him will ride on 1..eels and i tried to on the single one but it was impossible...so this is wat the end scenario looked like : Dil on the seat, Sharm at the back, Ella on her lap. But of course, he cldn't manage...so they tried another trick: everyone same, Sharm in front of Dil on the bars...a basket wld hav bn more appropriate! lol Finally we found a good spot, with not many tents in sight..so we decided to settle there...but to get off from the cycle track to the beach we had to cross a rough ground, with a lot of tree roots popping out...and now talk about talking big...Dil started scaring Sharm that he is going to take the cycle from that place and Ella joined in making poor Sharm protest...And the minute they did that Ella jumped off, basically she was thrown off luckily she managed her balance or she wld hav landed on the ground..and Dil and Sharm barely managed to keep themselves from falling....Oh well so much for scaring Sharm when none of themw was able to cross successfully...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 1 hr, and a lot of sweat to pitch the tent. luckily the ground was wet so it was easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00128.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to act lame and made Dil do the 'opening cremony'sprinkling 'holy' water on him the whole time...so naturally that resulted in a water fight later and all of us were soaked to our skin! but it felt refreshing. So there i was sitting down, whn suddenly eella and sharm come back sayin we're allowed to pitch tents in the area cos of unpredictable coastline or sthg like dat. there went our efforts and Dil also wasn't there to help us...but we saw another tent nearby so jus dcided to ignore it and stay. Ella's argument: "I want to experience Tsunami".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating a big tub of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice-cream and a huge bag of sinful spicy potato chips, we finally fell asleep at 4 am..we've turned into good gals...we didn't drink AT ALL!!wow no alcohol feels good actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warm nite had turned chilly and we didn't have enuff stuff to cover ourselves cos apparently we thout it'd b warm the whole nite... so i took sharm's shawl and wanted to snatched ella's jacket cos she looked so comfortable with it!&lt;br /&gt;i keep hallucinating throughout the nite..thinkin am alone in the tent...in the morning we realised all of us went thru the same thing...haha well serves us rite for choosing such a secluded spot...but it felt gd to hear the waves splashing against the rocks and stars overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got woken up by the tormentin heat at 8am. b4 dat i remember sharm getting out of the tent for she heard some classical chinese music and people we doing tai-chi at 6 am in the morning....owwwww...i thought she got out to scold them...haha but she was too sleepy to form words into a sentence so i dunno wat she said. oh at some point of time in the morning one of the cleaners there peeped into our tent...oooohhhh so scary!!!!luckily i ddin't c him, if not i'd hav freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we fianlly packed up by 8.30. What's the point of waking up early when everything looks like this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00135.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please stay i and snooze off...After returning the cycles and went to bedok cinema...had a Mac brkfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Mr Bean's Holiday. Horrible movie..don't watch it....a bad attempt at making people laugh....realli terrible i almost fell asleep...after that we watched The HAunted School, a chinese movie..hmmm ok not bad. I like chinese, thai and korean horror movies the english horror ones are realli pathetic. The movie was gd, pretty scary but the ending was lame...as in TOTALLY lame. but hey this kinda theatres are good man...u can watch a movie for 5 bucks!!!ahha and no1s in the theatre! so u can put ur legs up and all and no1 cares! lol gd 4 sleeping..but the sound quality is not as good as the multiplexes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm not a bad post...my blog was gathering dust as fel says..now it's better lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3986199725569536743?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3986199725569536743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3986199725569536743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3986199725569536743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3986199725569536743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/03/working-it-out-yes-after-bali-yes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-3767279778728586385</id><published>2007-03-07T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T14:44:56.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes some things just prick your heart. they may not be intended to, but the damage is done, all the same. it hurts. i shouldn't be kept so free...it's dangerous. thoughts, negative thoughts run continously thru my mind. i shouldn't be taking it seriously, but i don't want to overlook anything. some things just pierce thru the facade i have....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3767279778728586385?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3767279778728586385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3767279778728586385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3767279778728586385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3767279778728586385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-some-things-just-prick-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-6210852292604863767</id><published>2007-03-06T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:01:47.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to be a bit indian now that the results are going to be announced soon. Went to the temple yesterday and prayed, realli prayed to God that i do well in my exams and get a good GPA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the indian embassy is happy with me and so after making me wait for more than a month...i will get back my passport next tues! phewww....and so am off to bali next friday 4 a week...i sooooo wanna get outta this place!!! met ella last nite for dinner whereby we ended up takin lame videos. this of course made us the recipients of unwanted attention... ewwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/merged1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ignoring all those fools, took some lame pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents have selected a handsome bridegroom for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/shy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are starstruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/starstruck.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some camwhoring we did again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today met her once again and trotted off to Little India...hmmm south-indian food after a lonnggg time feels good...after roaming around we decided to get a henna tattoo :)) *all smiles* I loveee it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/henna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following, i stole off from fel's blog!!! She has been defaming wj and me...poor us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;see these 2? study dun study..look at the hp in her hand! trigger happy..walao eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;busy checking out their pics -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm so this is wat fel has been upto..while we turn our heads!!!xcuseme fel..we were studying okkk and wat were u doing???taking photo of us!!!hehe there u go a proof that ur our die hard fan! lol....!!!&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/23529432-6210852292604863767?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6210852292604863767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=6210852292604863767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6210852292604863767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6210852292604863767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-indian.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-3594880650054398137</id><published>2007-03-05T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:36:44.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SSUp??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..life is as per normal..nthg much to say...Srry bout the emo outrage the other day...was feeling miserable...gratefully outta that pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's bn gd..met Sharm on friday and signed for Aussie unis in Perth and Melbourne...well all Mass Commies are so confident they won't get into local Unis that almost all of them have run off to Aussie....Hmmm i hope i get into local U though...i realli realli want to PERIOD so now i jus have to submit the final sem results and dats done then...i am sure will get into some uni but i hope whichever that is is affiliated to Ngee Ann so i can get credit exemptions then i can fly back ina  yr or 2....but but but that is if am actually going...sthg that i honestly don't want to not now..there're too many things here that need my attention...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft signing up, we met up with Ella and Dil (sharm's god brother)and went to catch a Music &amp; Lyrics..hmmm okok not verrryyy nice..not verrrryyyy bad....very light hearted, pass ur time kinda movie.the movie ended at 2.20 am and we hadn't had enuff of it so we went for the 2.30 show of Norbit...ok this was funny...but again not verrryyyy nice....My next target: Dreamgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at 4 am and we were super lazy to go home..so we decided to go pubbing....BUT BUT BUT no pubs ard there were open at 4.30!!!and I having been drunk on vodka and tequilla, don't want either of those drinks near me...makes me feel nauseous....:( So left out: BEER @ 7-11...yea i noe i said i don't like beer but other than vod, teq that was the onli othr option. Oh a margarita wld have been gd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically dats all we did...fool ard until 7 am whereby Dil and I got tired of giving signals to Sharm and Ella who were chatting up a security guard near Wisma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharm to the guard: So after ur shift ends in the morning, do you feel tired or fresh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha fresh?? he just finished a 12 hrs duty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella to the guard: So how much do u earn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol the accountant at work...how much do u earn, commission???haha lol it was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sneaking into my house at 7 making no noise at all when suddently my dad came outta of his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What's the time??&lt;br /&gt;Me: ummm 7.40....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is this the time to come home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: not realli but i couldn't get a cab and we were in town where there are no cabs at this time i mean if i had been at clarke quay i'd have bn at home long time ago but bcos of town all this happened, they shld realli hav more cabs frequenting there&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (just walked away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya as if he was going to buy my xcuse....for the next 2 days i was the recipient of silent treatment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3594880650054398137?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3594880650054398137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3594880650054398137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3594880650054398137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3594880650054398137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/03/ssup-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-8600036081815568773</id><published>2007-02-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:58:15.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another Phase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucked up..not a little but totally fucked up...don't ask me why..cos i have no idea y...i jus feel very emotional today...y is it that when you are with people all the time thru high and low, thick and thin they are not with u all the same? there are soo many things that i want..so many things i know i CAN have but bcos of my some stupid mistakes i can't have them....i want to retrack back rewind the time...mak my life better...is there any1 who has no regrets in life???i've no big regrets but i definitely have a lot of small ones.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak!!!y is it that some people are so lucki and some are jus like pandora's box? y is that that some things 4 some people are so easy, so swift while for others it's a long climb uphill??? fuck it man!!! i don't want this kind of fucked up life where hope is the onli means of survival....and that too is snatched away from u most of the times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8600036081815568773?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-7533794796637950971</id><published>2007-02-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:28:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes!!!I'm love again....With my new Sony Ericson K800....sooo cool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN2215.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN2211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it looked a bit too plain for my taste...so i decided to accesorize it a bit...haha now mine, fel's and wan jun's phone pouches look the same!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN2219.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSCN2222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...we decided to do some camerawhoring....lol i jus loveee the cam...3.2 mega pix.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been a long long time since we were blessed with Ms Ceylon's presence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f158/amruta_19/DSC00028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-7533794796637950971?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/7533794796637950971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=7533794796637950971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/7533794796637950971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/7533794796637950971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-8270344467613407061</id><published>2007-02-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:33:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year when Singapore looks post war. With everything closed and deserted streets it can only look like that. But! There's a perk here....Y do I see so many people dressign up and out with their familes carrying oranges??? Maybe they need to increase their Vit C...Yup yup that has to be it!!! They are trying to be healthy....lol Wadeva...I guess I have proven my sense of humour is BADDDDD.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways Happy new year to all Chinese people and for non-chinese..hmmm Happy Holidays!!! Oh and then sorry but as my frens you guys are forced to show my article some support and follow it...from the HYPE mag!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief run through for those people who can't get their hands on HYPE...to show your support for Amruta....this is wat ur supposed to to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make Chinatown your fav hangout for the next 3 days&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat oranges, exchange oranges&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat with chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;4) Have a family reunion over steamboat&lt;br /&gt;5) Visit your chinese frens&lt;br /&gt;6) Exchange &lt;em&gt;ang pows&lt;/em&gt; (btw my tuition kid spelled it out as Haong bow for me) hahah&lt;br /&gt;7) Play with mini crackers (puhhh--lease if you follow this point...ur not my fren!)&lt;br /&gt;8) Learn to speak chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically that's it...if ur successful at doing any of these...b proud of urself...I've done only the 2nd one so far..... and hehe thks to wan jun will be doin the 5th one soon!woo hoo...I am sure going to have a fruitful New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8270344467613407061?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8270344467613407061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=8270344467613407061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8270344467613407061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8270344467613407061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year-its-time-of-year-when.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-6531320898010051374</id><published>2007-02-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:52:37.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life would Never Be the Same.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you by side, I would be a very sad case. I really have no other words to explain how I would be. I would be an emotional wreck and a complete recluse. The number of times you guys have lent me a hand and picked me up from that pit is countless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was falling through a bottomless well and I owe it to you guys for showing me the beautiful side of life. Not everyone is blessed with such good friends, some people have a lot of friends, but none of them are worthy of being called ‘friends’. I am so glad that the few friends I have are not only worthy but are the exemplary friends you can find on this planet. This is a toast for the number of times we have called each other with tears in our eyes, complaint about the people in our life, crossed the roads in a drunkard state, and basically for just being plainly simple us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my best memories with you:&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping (can’t be beaten)&lt;br /&gt;- Clubbing (with Fel &amp; Wan jun; Ella and Sharm)&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking Taas! (haha wan jun)&lt;br /&gt;- The late night coffees (Ella you stand as my no.1 coffee buddy)&lt;br /&gt;- The sleepovers and Mexican dinner (yummylicious)&lt;br /&gt;- Cooking (so sharm I’m helping you cook this Sat…are u scared??? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;- Beaching (so when are we hitting it next?)&lt;br /&gt;- Going on a Singapore food feast (ahem Chinese new year is here, I’m going to raid your houses!)&lt;br /&gt;- Basically each and every day spent with you all is PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been there for me, whether it’s physically or not doesn’t matter. You have shown me the true meaning of care and concern. Even if I try really hard, I know I will never find a person like you: treats me as his top priority, tolerates my incessant tempers, and resolves matters regardless of who is at fault, many more, which I just can’t reduce to words. You are not one in a million. You are simply the only one.&lt;br /&gt;~~~For the person that you are. I love you. *May our next Valentine Day be spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my best memories with you:&lt;br /&gt;~~~Each and every time we have met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the way you say 'hi' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the late night talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the long walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the numerous movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and much more to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all of you: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHisVeRZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0_74Y3vAKo/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031051510055789906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHisVeRZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0_74Y3vAKo/s320/cupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;VAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;INE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Y!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHjqVeRZXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K2lVW4xaRnE/s1600-h/ballons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031052575207679346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHjqVeRZXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K2lVW4xaRnE/s320/ballons.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Have a Blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031052807135913346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHj31eRZYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UBYMssn9nlc/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHisVeRZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0_74Y3vAKo/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHjGVeRZWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uLNeozUkte8/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHjGVeRZWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uLNeozUkte8/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHisVeRZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0_74Y3vAKo/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHifVeRZUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9Ubw23dFqvU/s1600-h/ballons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHisVeRZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0_74Y3vAKo/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-6531320898010051374?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6531320898010051374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=6531320898010051374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6531320898010051374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6531320898010051374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-would-never-be-same.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RdHisVeRZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0_74Y3vAKo/s72-c/cupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-7904062108221577228</id><published>2007-02-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:45:38.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugging for exams???'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- eat Katong laksa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- go cycling in East Coast Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- experience island life in Pulau Ubin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- soak myself under the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watch Prison Break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- download Diner Dash 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- eat hokkien mee @ Food Republic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- have a BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- go swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- go ice-skating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- highlight my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- trim my hair &amp; a fringe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- drink hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- chill out at Holland Village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Go to asylum and have a drink by the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- go to Hong Kong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- shop in Thailand (wan jun!!!! ur goin without me....*sob sob*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- complete reading Gandhi's biography (I noe Rahul u've a good choice...don't gloat ovr it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3LeFeRZRI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZVjR2oE5A2w/s1600-h/DSCN2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029900076568372498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3LeFeRZRI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZVjR2oE5A2w/s320/DSCN2189.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wipe out my schedule book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3MmFeRZTI/AAAAAAAAADk/F4u1PdWeck8/s1600-h/DSCN2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029901313518953778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3MmFeRZTI/AAAAAAAAADk/F4u1PdWeck8/s320/DSCN2190.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- be freeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stuff my mouth with fried Mars bar...topped with chocolate ice-cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitute???Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3K-leRZQI/AAAAAAAAADM/MX0kqt4PMyk/s1600-h/DSCN2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029899535402493186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="119" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3K-leRZQI/AAAAAAAAADM/MX0kqt4PMyk/s320/DSCN2183.JPG" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon it will be over....I promise...and my table won't be such a mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3MPFeRZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/D4N-mmd_BrE/s1600-h/DSCN2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029900918381962530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="168" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3MPFeRZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/D4N-mmd_BrE/s320/DSCN2187.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-7904062108221577228?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/7904062108221577228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=7904062108221577228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/7904062108221577228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/7904062108221577228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-eat-katong-laksa-go-cycling.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rc3LeFeRZRI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZVjR2oE5A2w/s72-c/DSCN2189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-8922979665676169613</id><published>2007-02-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:58:01.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mac donald's ----&gt;My Camp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1.30 am&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Mac cashier, Amruta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Good Morning! Welcome to Mac Donald's! What can I get for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: thinking to herself (anything but not you) Hmmm...how bout a Nuggets meal? Please change my drink to Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: (with a charming smile) That would be a total of $5.55. Your meal coming right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta pays him the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Are you a member? Would you like to collect your points? If so, do tap your EZ link card on the counter. (unneeded explanation...every1 knows what a member is supposed to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta collects here points, plays with the straw machine, drums here fingers on the counter..while the cashier prepares the meal while making exaggerated moves in fetching everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: (Places everyhting on my tray..grinning from ear to ear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: Can I have Chilli, mayonaise, and curry sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier gets Amruta 1 chiili, 1 curry,1 mayonaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: Can I have more of each?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier gets Amruta 2 Mayonaise, 2 curry, 3 chilli sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: Can I have more mayonaise and chilli please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier places a total of 2 curry, 3 mayo, 9 chilli sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: Aa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: (cuts me off) and now with 2 curry sauce, 3 mayonaise, and 9 chilli sauce I hope you enjoy your meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: Actually...I want a barbeque sauce too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: (With a sarcastic smile) here you go! 2 curry sauce, 3 mayonaise, 9 chilli sauce and 1 BBQ sauce...may you have a good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wadeva Mr Mac Donald's sorry I stole so many sauces of urs! Not like you were going to stuff yourself with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-8922979665676169613?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8922979665676169613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=8922979665676169613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8922979665676169613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/8922979665676169613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-camp-time-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-5842711812061349896</id><published>2007-01-31T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:32:52.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; Re-Enter....Ms Bollywood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it before..I did it again...I am going to banish smokers from this world....Slutty...do u get the drift????ha ha ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again for the bonus marks...I had to fight my case for marketing....Published in TODAY newspaper on Wednesday, 31 January 2007. The best part...I didn't know it was published....Ziggy told me..Thanks man U saved my LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RcAYrzGXQoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PWY2CQ0Y4Os/s1600-h/today+online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026044324875813506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RcAYrzGXQoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PWY2CQ0Y4Os/s320/today+online.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Close-up view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/pdf_main.asp?pubdate=20070131"&gt;http://www.todayonline.com/pdf_main.asp?pubdate=20070131&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RcAZwjGXQpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/e-owJhnfD0M/s1600-h/today+online+in+focus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-5842711812061349896?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5842711812061349896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=5842711812061349896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5842711812061349896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5842711812061349896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/re-enter.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RcAYrzGXQoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PWY2CQ0Y4Os/s72-c/today+online.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-4327903650110337519</id><published>2007-01-28T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:34:56.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strangled....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best question my parents could ask me after 3 years in Ngee Ann, "Can't you study without a laptop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how much everyone at home is aware bout my course work and poly. And how do i study without my laptop? Where are the books? Our books are on net...how do I study without Internet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes in my brother...."She SURFS the net the whole day, so I can also surf." He's a genius. I guess that's wat my parents assume I do: Surf the net the whole day.It doesn't end there. He continues,"She's always on MSN, chatting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bang my head on the wall. I am always I repeat always on invisible mode. people sms me and ask me to make myself online if they wanna send some file to me. And here my genius bro makes false statements about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just dumping all these assignments and forgetting bout them. I shall not use the net, the laptop or anything. I will onli study Media Law. Since that's the only module that has a book. I feel so strangled...so closetted...so despondent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-4327903650110337519?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4327903650110337519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=4327903650110337519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/4327903650110337519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/4327903650110337519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/strangled.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-5322826710230094927</id><published>2007-01-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:25:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt5TTGXQnI/AAAAAAAAACU/69SrtI0A9ew/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;..................So many things have happened recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Ziggy's mom had an heart attack, so presentation is postponed to next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- it's kinda bad..I had hoped to finish IMC once and for all. It's eaten away a lot of time and energy...But it was soo fun. Really my group rockzzzz...In fact, I look forward for meetings with them...it's so xcitin...the 1st hour is spent pigging out on food then the whole nite..on IMC...wel..so if you hav seen me lookin like a zombie in school, u noe y! BTW..the while I was away doin some other project, the 3 of them came up with a new name for me: Arms, Roots, Taas (don't ask me how it came bout, but it's jus funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Finally caught up with Sharm and Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alas! I saw Sharm...in the convention cntr doing some project and spent a fruitful 1 hr talking to her about her new crush! Hmmm...Sharm! Time to find a love not crush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as I was tellin the princess of Ceylon (Ella) yesterday...we always end up talkin bout intellectual stuff. Day after day we ask ourselves where we wanna go after poly. Neither of us wanna return back to intern company as full-time staff...study 1st then think of full time work...but study when, where and how..we don't know. went for a way past mid night movie with her: Apoco Owww...every1 should should should watch that movie! It rockzzzz, it's on tribes and man..the cast and the setting is awesome. It's very scary...at times I wishedthe movie would end..but realli it captures you and brings you to the tribal traditions of past and some of now even. As an after thought...the deary princess looks like a full time accountant!!!haha PWC suits u hon! For that reason, she snatched my phone and deleted all photos I took of us yest...well wad eva..I am seeing you tml again...so there goes my click-a-click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Went with Wj and Fel to town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Happy 2 months Fel!!!HAha...took neoprints with them and well we were supposed to try Omu rice ( i noe the name is funny...haha) it's supposed to be omelette rice with pasta sauce or sthg...from the description given to me by 2 novices: Wj and Fel...ooohhh then I bought a top from Destined Indulgence...i love the name of the shop ...the top is brown and lacy...and of course me being crazy bout lacy tops had to get it!!!!hmm....i love it!!! Then I bought this very cheap pair of shoes which I know from now itself will wear it once or twice then nvr look at them again....and a pink glittery eye shadow from &lt;em&gt;SASA..I Love it! The Pink Shop!&lt;/em&gt; And now I have my eyes set on a Lacoste perfume....I'm kinda tired of Burberry....so I shall buy Lacoste soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neoprints with gurlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt2QTGXQiI/AAAAAAAAABs/J9GOi3OkWjs/s1600-h/meemofel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024739831638868514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="103" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt2QTGXQiI/AAAAAAAAABs/J9GOi3OkWjs/s320/meemofel2.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret~~~I love this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt2jzGXQjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_j3SQPyR-E/s1600-h/meemofel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024740166646317618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="207" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt2jzGXQjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_j3SQPyR-E/s320/meemofel3.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wj ur designing is mind blowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gave fel a free pink bubble...but it kinda looks cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt3OjGXQlI/AAAAAAAAACE/GAEJYayFq3A/s1600-h/meemofel5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024740901085725266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt3OjGXQlI/AAAAAAAAACE/GAEJYayFq3A/s320/meemofel5.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno wad am thinking bout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem in my own sweet world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024740462999061058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt21DGXQkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BJOYKrGX-Rw/s320/meemofel1.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt3nDGXQmI/AAAAAAAAACM/DqjKld68Ox8/s1600-h/meemofel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024741321992520290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt3nDGXQmI/AAAAAAAAACM/DqjKld68Ox8/s320/meemofel4.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are some of the many reasons I am going to miss poly. This week marked the last week of poly..U can say almost last cos next week most of us don't have anything up other than my IMC presentation...GO LUNCH Actually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Lastly, don't message me saying I look delicious. I don't appreciate such comments! And even more...don't say sorry but I have to say it....U said it...damage done. U.r. not.forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-5322826710230094927?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5322826710230094927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=5322826710230094927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5322826710230094927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5322826710230094927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/Rbt2QTGXQiI/AAAAAAAAABs/J9GOi3OkWjs/s72-c/meemofel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-6701060341271589319</id><published>2007-01-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:07:23.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big fat bitchy her'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Feet Dragger People!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let the lime light shift from Ms Bollywood to The Feet Dragger and then let's analyse what the fucking bitch even more popularly known in Mass Comm as a "slot" ( am not that crude...2 xpalin wat it realli means)"cellulite distributor" and "stretch marks queen" said...i bet u will be amused and if u wanna slam her after this...be my guest! Me and my gurlies will b ur much loved audience...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heard some bitch who screwed us over for projects get scolded by ziggy today and got chased out of the room (ok, dun wanna be mean, but some people are worse than dogs and deserve to rot in hell)"(bitch, fucking, 2007 Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;haha this is such a joke...I screwed them for projects???wtf... as said earlier ur a feet dragger..so this is wat u will get....try not to b too hurt..ok????and keep draggin ur fat cellulite infested feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Even Sabnani called u a phantom cos u're bareeeeeee-ly around..haha and every1 loves sabnani but dearie he hates u!!!!r u hurt??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she'll make sure they get what's coming to them. I can't wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Once again the bitch said this) hhaha pls ask her to predict my future since she has recommendable clairvoyance skills!!! wtf...i rather work with hard-working people and get a D than work with u and get A (which is highly impossible but wad the hell let's giv u some credit) U and ur fren(s) r mentally exhausting to work with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why should i be bothered about some bitches who dont deserve my time when i have so many other people who care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;other ppl who care...hmmmm...and how much do u pay them to care for u??? man u r sooo cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there are only 3 types of people who hate me:&lt;br /&gt;"people who have issues with themselves&lt;br /&gt;people who have issues with the world&lt;br /&gt;people who are jealous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ah ha so u failed ur English is it??? issues with themselves and with the world...y wld they hate u???*scratches my head* and people who are jealous...hmmm they don't exist unless some ppl reali are jealous of ur cellulite, stretch marks, etc cos othr than dat u have nthg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys are not blind, if u keep getting screwed over and cheated on by them.. it just means they see what a bitch you are :)dont be a fucking dog and crawl back to them. have more dignity and pride, for the goodness sake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hahah she's referring to herself..a moment of self reflection...leave her alone for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. okok, shall not waste my beautiful life talking about some useless sluts.go and take my baby girl for a spin now! ta-ta!! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;beautiful life...hha yea rite....which side is beautiful??? and try to have some dignity for urself...stop referring to urself as a slut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Moral of story: Please help her....She needs professional help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-6701060341271589319?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6701060341271589319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=6701060341271589319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6701060341271589319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/6701060341271589319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/feet-dragger-people-let-lime-light.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-9137634139027836494</id><published>2007-01-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:54:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Retribution...He's Watching You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's Karma?? Let me tell you what's Karma. It simply means whatever goes around comes around. And then do you know what's a feet dragger? Let me tell what's a feet dragger. A feet dragger is a person who sits back and waits for others to help him/her pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys these aren't my words...this is what my Adv PR lecturer said to my group last Thursday...and boy..do I love her for that! She's amazing...she's the one who made me realsie the true definition of Karma.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the person in crime (culprit) has the guts to mark me down....I soooo wanted to laugh then and there...cos each and every mass commer who has worked with me would laugh at you....Amruta eats, lives, breathes PR..and you try to tell others that she didn't do anything for it??? Come to your senses honey..you ain't a kid anymore to understand work ethics...are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...but you did draw charts....hahah and so what am I supposed to do about it???it was an individual responsibility...don't just claim credibility for sthg that you didn't do...I loathe those kind of people...Anyways..I am glad that the Karma has proved itself right once again...you may scrape thru' this time but in future ur attitude will be ur greatest enemy.......Think bout it...(this may b my last words as a fren-once-upon-a-time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest aside, today was Pitch 07 Competition...and we were training Juying Secondary school. I know I always say children are brats but if that's true then they were an adorable bunch of brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly innocent peoople who bought me back to my secondary school day: how kia-su I was then, oh the awful dressing sense I had...., the childesh excitement I got on seeing my crush, the biggggg bag, the ankle socks, the NAPFA, and the maths...ewwwwww!!!! Man why did Indians have to be so clever and invent MAths???Couldn't they just be satisfied by inventing Zero???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(The Kids from Juying Sec..Lionel, mentor missing from the pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022139950495646162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbI5rTGXQdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y8zb-5tGs7A/s320/DSCN2164.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMZMDGXQfI/AAAAAAAAABI/6KIYDulYM2g/s1600-h/DSCN2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022385704229356018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMZMDGXQfI/AAAAAAAAABI/6KIYDulYM2g/s320/DSCN2165.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, Our theme...Discipline: Pass It On! It made me realise how much of a PR person I am. In secondary schools...I was always the scapegoat. I was made to go to all boring competitions to present..whereby I used to memorise everything and babble on unpassionately during the presentation...Reason: It was Science Projects...I never had a passion for it...But yea...PR anytime man...So in the end we didn't win....but evryone was impressed with our strategies....simply cos we were frank. The school had a discipline problem and we proposed ideas to change that itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am sooo going to miss training those guys....the incessant calls from benjamin....wow dat guy is super kan chiong man!keep callin me in the middle of the night to ask questions! Does he ever sleep???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, today marked the last day of my Advanced PR class in NP. I am surely going to miss it...especially Mrs Singh..she so cute...and to think most of us were scared of her in Yr 1 and 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the moments I will treasure in the time to come (Advanced PR and Convex class of 2006) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbI7PDGXQeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uo9WCj96tOo/s1600-h/DSCN2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022141664187597282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbI7PDGXQeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uo9WCj96tOo/s320/DSCN2166.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The pic is a bit blur...but wadeva.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now time to thank Mass Comm for transforming me into a person I am today:&lt;br /&gt;- more outspoken&lt;br /&gt;- confident&lt;br /&gt;- high morale&lt;br /&gt;- a self-motivator&lt;br /&gt;..........are just some of the major changes I have been through lol :)) And I'm sure if most of us compare it to our freshmen years...we will agree..Final Yr..with its burden of projects, does have some +points :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me, Nuj NAw, Sarah and Lirong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMafTGXQgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/soJ1XUncx-Q/s1600-h/DSC02668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022387134453465602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMafTGXQgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/soJ1XUncx-Q/s320/DSC02668.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMapDGXQhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XcWtNggLVOQ/s1600-h/DSC02672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMapDGXQhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XcWtNggLVOQ/s1600-h/DSC02672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nuj Naw and me! For the friend I will always treasure and the chats about how unfair life is towards us....U bEt!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMapDGXQhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XcWtNggLVOQ/s1600-h/DSC02672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022387301957190162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMapDGXQhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XcWtNggLVOQ/s320/DSC02672.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMapDGXQhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XcWtNggLVOQ/s1600-h/DSC02672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbMapDGXQhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XcWtNggLVOQ/s1600-h/DSC02672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-9137634139027836494?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/9137634139027836494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=9137634139027836494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/9137634139027836494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/9137634139027836494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/retribution.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RbI5rTGXQdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y8zb-5tGs7A/s72-c/DSCN2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-4577719775534248367</id><published>2007-01-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:09:27.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAPFA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOfsaTyTJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OcsAfwhluuA/s1600-h/SP_A1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018029995146235026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOfsaTyTJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OcsAfwhluuA/s320/SP_A1215.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Bimbo Turns Sporty - Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;She wore her shorts, tied her hair and wore her shoes, without the socks. She didn't have a chance to pull up the socks....That proves it guys! I spent 1/2 hr in the morning rummaging through my clothes trying to find a decent pair of socks...NONE,NIL,KAPUT. Disappointed, I went to my bro's room...yea...a lot of socks...everywhere socks...BUT not the kind I'll wear...so The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sporty Bimbo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wore shoes without socks....ohhhhh I love the colour of my shoes and fel's bright pink laces!!!!Do any of you know the different ways of tieing laces??I wanna learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOgDaTyTKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NY5aUCmbq_s/s1600-h/SP_A1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018030390283226274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOgDaTyTKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NY5aUCmbq_s/s320/SP_A1219.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;-----Loos are the best places to assess your image and click photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Then, with my kakis..I proceeded to the sports complex...looking at the swimming pool, I started laughing..remembering our very good friend, Sharm...gheee she's gonna kill me!!!Fel backed out...looking at the group of people doing sit-ups on the running track which was wet. I decided to do it...since I had come thus far......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;1)Sit and Reach- Ok only....29-30 cm I think, not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;2)Sit-ups - Wj lied for me..heheh so i did 21...and Wj..I lied for her..did 15...she could hav done more but she started laughing halfway and I had to sneakily give her my hand to help her up while the 'leader' wasn't looking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;3)Standing Broad Jump - Ahhh forget it lah....no need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;4) Shuttle Run - heeh I was going to run realli fast at 1st...but then I saw this coooolll guy who cooolyy ran to the other end then cooolyyy ran back then coooolllyyy ran again...so Ms Bollywood being a follower of cool people and stuff did the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Flex-arm Pull up - I am a genius..I thought to pass you need to do onli 1...so when i did 4 I thout ahhh enufff no need to do more...unfortunately people the passing is 5 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;6)2.4 Km - this was the best,...I repeat the best!!!!It was drizzling and it kinda felt good to run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Reminded me of the song".....feel the rain on ur lips, no one else can feel it for you..."and yea...i am shagged now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;It was a good day...a bit tiring...but worth it...I am sooo motivated now...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOhSaTyTLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/20N3tWeA0Kc/s1600-h/SP_A1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018031747492891826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="113" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOhSaTyTLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/20N3tWeA0Kc/s320/SP_A1227.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-4577719775534248367?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4577719775534248367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=4577719775534248367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/4577719775534248367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/4577719775534248367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/bimbo-turns-sporty-part-ii-she-wore-her.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blTSmdSEsOQ/RaOfsaTyTJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OcsAfwhluuA/s72-c/SP_A1215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-3575436296878510757</id><published>2007-01-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:59:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;All Hail Ms Bollywood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After 3 straight years, she is going to pull up her socks, wear the PE shorts, blue T-shirt sporting a Ngee Ann Poly logo, and satisfied with just the right size of running shoes, she pulls her hair tightly in a scrunchie...and steps out! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bimbo turns Sporty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right..as bimbotic as it sounds, I did not wear sport shoes for the past 3 years!!!!!! Am I abnormal???I guess so! People throw away their books after graduating from school, I threw away my shoes! Yes my cool Nike shoes...I threw them away! What's was the point of keeping them??? I loathe exercising! ohhh the feeling of freedom was so great....when I didn't see the ugly shoes in the shoe cabinet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I opening the Pandora's box???Simply cos it's time to NAPFA!!! and I am actually excited!...for the first time in my life...I have a choice in it. I can choose whether or not to go...But being a very dedicated Ngee Ann student and of course the star of Mass Comm (lol) I decided I have to go...and as usual I will fail...but this time with style....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate school for this reason....ewww running 2.4KM early in the morning...and that bull dog kinda PE H.O.D looking at us from under his glasses...making sure everyone runs and nevwr stops....wtf!!!Not everyone is an Olympic runner!Oh but my PE teacher was a darling.....as nerdy as I was in school...instead of joining the 'cool' gang of people...who couldn't be bothered to pass the test...I used to try hard to pass...only to fail very badly...Well that was in Sec 1..after that I became 'cool' too! and tried to fail with glamour...but the bull dog asked us to keep trying until we passed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow...for&lt;br /&gt;1) 2.4 Km run - stroll along the jogging track...I hardly step into the school's sports complex..so tomorrow is a good day to admire it...(some infrasture we have man) better appreciate it before graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Standing Broad Jump - more like a frog jump on the spot..weeeee! This is my most detestable station....I have never managed to pass it...so forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Flex Arm Pull-Up - hmmm my favorite...hopefully I can do at least 7 pull ups...but then this is the easiest to pass....just do 1 and u pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sit -ups - hahaha as usual my partner...will lie for me and vice versa! I hope the partner is not a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Shuttle Run - Never got the point of this station..can't be bothered to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time I am actually convinving people to go...simply cos I don't want 'didn't appear for NAPFA test" on my certificate....so might as well show my face....yea I know you sporty people miss me!!! I shall enter your world for 2 hrs tomorrow....BTW...I am joining a gym soon!!!shall tell you more when I join...cos knowing me..the day may nvr come...hehe no no it has to come I've promised some1...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To end it on a light note...I just remembered Ella telling me last year....Our great friend Sharm, is the best you can find. For her IS class in Year 1..she joined the Life Saver's Club....only to be tranferred to the Swimming class...cos she didn't know how to swim!!!hahahaha...She rockzzzz!...how to save people??!!!hmmmm sharm noes the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3575436296878510757?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3575436296878510757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3575436296878510757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3575436296878510757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3575436296878510757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-hail-ms-bollywood-after-3-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-3721881166769882633</id><published>2007-01-08T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:58:27.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Defamation not intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people like to slack..is it in their genes? Or do they just hate you that they love to irritate you? I am surrounded by quite a  few examples. In the near future, I am honestly going to hate these bunch of useless people who made me burn more midnight oil then necessary, who took away my family's right to spend time with me..cos I was busy chasing after them, and for making me wish I graduate soon....you guys sux! There are 3 good xamples of such people...all of them have been warned...2 of them are not with me anymore...thank God! Please spare me...go and destroy some1 else's life! As it is...ur IAP grades prove how much you can do by yourself....The last (and I Am so tempted to swear)..and the 3rd 1...i  have no qualms bout reporting you...I owe you nothing...you better buck up! Look at the people younger than you and look at yourself! These kinda %$^%$&amp;% have a special name in my diary: fucking fat buffaloes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare come to me and tell  me  you don't know what's going on...I will embarrass you right during the meeting! I am only nice to friends...unfortunately...ur not one of them...not near to being one of them...pls join the perfect/bimbo/lame duo's group of perfect excuse makers! You guys can open an agency...for that...cos it doesn't seem like you're good for anything esle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-3721881166769882633?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3721881166769882633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=3721881166769882633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3721881166769882633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/3721881166769882633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/defamation-not-intended-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-1922160516622124214</id><published>2007-01-01T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:42:33.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.......................Reminiscences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, as we experience the 1st day of 2007, let's take some time off to reflect on 2006. 2006 was a very eventful year for me...I learnt a lot of things in my relationships: platonic and love alike. Often, as we all may have realised it by now..every individual has 2 sides. The good and bad. It depends on us which side we want to show to the world. Some prefer to carry on with their charming-evil side, while some (most of us) prefer to be natural and leave it to the other party to make their choice. In fact, that side suits me the most. You either accept me or you don't. I am not a person you can like 50-50. Give me 100 or give me 0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In 2006, I..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-made new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-came to appreciate my gurlies even more..who have been with me thru thick and thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-was with a guy for whom you may fall short of vulgar words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-lost a friend, it was almost regrettful at first, but now I carry no burdens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-fathomed the true meaning 0f work politics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-learnt the ABCs of a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-got together with Rahul *winks* (that is one reason I will cherish last year for...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...but most of all, I grew up. Yes...last year I grew up. I passed the limits of hurt and grief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost like poison seeping through me, I came terms with the fact that...I have been through almost everything in my 20 years on Mother Earth and I can't think of anything that will hurt me so much that it'll kill me. A day comes when a person realises that it's enuff...for me the day came in 2006...a bit too early...but I have become Numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway...let's put all the bad things behind us and remebering the good, let's move on :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wish you all &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Welcome 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the hopes that this year pours happiness on me...I have been eating sweet stuff all day...yea I noe, I am acting supertitious. But why take the risk right? Anyway's as every1 ard me knows, like it or not, I'm a person who relies on intuition. So today, my skills of majestic clairvoyance said..eating sweet stuff will lead you to a good year ahead..and I needed no other beckoning to satisfy my sweet tooth (not that I really have 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully, this years brings new pleasant surprises and at the end of it..,we have good things to say...It's now time to Experiment 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-1922160516622124214?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1922160516622124214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=1922160516622124214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/1922160516622124214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/1922160516622124214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-5230749367157042062</id><published>2006-12-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:55:40.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Back from the Fissure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you thought you were done with my ranting on and on and my emotional tyrants...didn't you??So time to get up from your siesta cos am back to haunt you. I guess the time has come when I start writing poems. But then...literature doesn't flow in my viens, it only flows out when I'm depressed. So..can I safely say...life is pretty good now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..Ms Bollywood's going to graduate from her course in less than 3 mths time! Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss being a Mass Commer? Oh yea u bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will miss being from the course that's 1st in everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1st Film and Media school in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- Radioheatwave is the 1st campus radio&lt;br /&gt;- Tribune is the 1st campus newspaper in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- Hype is the 1st campus magazine in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;- We're 1st 1st 1st 1st in dying also 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know whether the tribune and hype points are true...but gotta be..I mean who else would come up with a magazine and newspaper, when there were no other media schools than us??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will miss seeing people's reaction when I tell them I am from Mass Comm (for as all mass commers may have heard this before...every1s rection is the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "...Ohh I wanted to be in that course too!"&lt;br /&gt;- "...w0w stress or not?"&lt;br /&gt;- " .....So your English A1 huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yea...i will surely miss that reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will miss being from the 'most hottest' course in Singapore......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says we need to re-vamp Mass Comm? We are good as it is...And to reinstate on that matter..., we as a team of Mass Commers taking PR came up with a strategy to re-vamp mass comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Take the Challenge. Only The Worthy Survive!"&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, only the worthy survive...with the never ending assignmenets, the amount of midnight oil you have to burn and the project infested holidays.....Ohh the agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will miss having celebrities as my lecturers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me one other course which has ex-Radio Producers, Artistes ex and current, Advertising and Marketing gurus as their lecturers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ziggy, for 1...no matter how much we hate him and his snide remarks..we appreciate him even more when it comes to our marketing grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jenny Loh, though I have been taught by her onli for a semester...she depicts the kinda woman I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vinod, haha now he is definitely one of the coolest lecturers Ngee Ann can have! As long as I am early for his classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- P Chan, Pat Wong, Ramani, miss all their remarks bout how to write good thesis and articles....the "WHere are your interviewees!" shouts! " All your articles MUST be timely!!!Where's the timeliness?" Ohh the number of times we journ students have heard the timeliness stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And Shan, his trademark: Makes sure he has something to say in Hindi...and the only lecturer who without a fail held discussions with me bout ind-pak relations and why politics in india is screwed up......(well as much as i agree..i don't want to admit!), and discussing about the good clubs/pubs....and his plans for the after poly life! well...he owes me, mabs and wan jun a entry in O Bar rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me guys if you're holding the Radio Heatwave invites to O bar...they expire on 31st...go Club Hop then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will miss seeing the line of difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what a friends always said to me...it's easy to spot a mass commer in NP...look for the cameras, the headsets, the recorders, or the 1d with the unique dressing...and that's your typical, bitchy mass commer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not all Mass Commers fit the stereotype....but most do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so these are someeee of the many points I will miss about being in Mass Comm....I still remember...when I was in Sec 3 and most people..classmates and teachers included said that Mass Comm is difficult to get in and survival is tough.....I am glad I made it...whether I will survive it I don't know....In the last semester now...I am a bit drained out of the vibrancy...I want a complete change...I am glad I was once a reputed Mass Commer...but now, it's time to find a different vent....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-5230749367157042062?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5230749367157042062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=5230749367157042062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5230749367157042062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/5230749367157042062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-you-thought-you-were-done-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-116581544741125035</id><published>2006-12-11T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:39:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At Crossroads...Once Again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn't have brains..or had a short term memory...at least then, I would have lesser things on my mind. Each and every minute, there's something gnawing at the back of my mind; pulling me deeper into the pool of misery every minute, every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped caring. There're some things I can never forget...some things that will keep hovering over me for a while. I know it's wrong to let that happen; it's stopping me from embracing my present and future. But, I am learning from my past. I can't let go, try as I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life seems so meaningless. I don't know where I will be in the next 5 years..or what I want in the next 2 years. I look at people who have no aim in their life, people who think having your 'prince charming' by your side is what this entire life is about and shudder. I don't want to be one of them. I know my goal, but not the path. I know my wish, but not the cause. I want this, but I don't want that. I want you, but no compromises. I refuse to bend any rules. I want everything to go my way, or risk losing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? A Mid-Life Crisis???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-116581544741125035?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/116581544741125035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=116581544741125035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116581544741125035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116581544741125035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-crossroads.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-116485532893949065</id><published>2006-11-30T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:56:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Untold Stories.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are going on around me....I nvr knew I was capable of harbouring so much of anger within me....It feels as though I have been there, done that and now if you can't live up to my expectations then either be the recipent of my tyrant of abusive words or don't show your face to me. I am not talking bout any1 in particular...jus a general note....so now if you see me in a bad temper you know y. There was a time I didn't ask the question 'why' and I suffered the consequences: projects, relationship. So learn as I should from my mistakes, now I make sure no 1 and i mean no 1 gives me any kind of nonsense....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway, moving on to lighter stories, that day I went with Wan jun to Vino Vino (opposite o bar) to do food review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be her photographer...hahahahah joke of the year.....but I must say....the place is cool! We were introduced to the history of red wine and the different ways of drinking it...as it is the wine topic is very broad and can make a subject to study by itself. So yea...do I appreciate red wine more now???? Well, I always did....but unlike wan jun I don't ask for red wine in a club!!!!hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2346/2374/1600/211826/DSCN1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2346/2374/320/580449/DSCN1682.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about clubs...these days we're acting as though the clubs are going to close down soon and we must make sure we party hard! Every weekend it's a nite out...Last weekend it was Coco LAtte...did we get drunk?? NOPE :) Did we get high??? A BIT....See, I keep my promises....I am sooo turned off my vodka...i can't bear to bring it near my lips...ughhhhhh I am not going clubbin wit my gurlies anymoreeee!!!!I couldn't finish my drink but they forced me to drink.....thankfully the birthday boy saved me....he drank almost all of the LongIsland....! Sex on the beach shot is much nicer in other places....in Coco latte it sux....so don't ever try it there. So the final line is: Drinks are better in O Bar :) But the music at coco is gd...RNB all nite...n it wasn't that crowded tht nite....and we had a huge bunch of mass commers..so it was veryyyyy fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-116485532893949065?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/116485532893949065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=116485532893949065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116485532893949065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116485532893949065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/11/untold-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-116429351964341573</id><published>2006-11-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:51:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look I got Sabotaged by Fel......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM: the princess, the maharani, ms bollywood, the fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: to be a rich tai-tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: i was with you *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: flirts, sluts, playboys (sluttyyy not u, ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: wat life holds for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: constant tyrant of bitchiness from my gurlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: who and where i'll be in 10 years time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: the coy person that i may appear to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: to rnb and hip hop...haha and if Emily remembers the market walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SING: not even in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: brain dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: in people's scrapbks,tag boards and for HYPE magazineee!!!my soul for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: marketing with PR and Advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: go shopping soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I START: to faint even b4 i run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: eatiing 1 hr after every1 else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: my lovelies and you :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER: I have no interviewees for my article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...i better start writing my article now.....DAMN DAMN DAMN.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-116429351964341573?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/116429351964341573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=116429351964341573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116429351964341573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116429351964341573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-i-got-sabotaged-by-fel.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-116280252028551987</id><published>2006-11-06T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:47:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hitting 20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claimer: All the characters mentioned are non-fictitious and bear complete resemblance to people live and kicking on a tiny island called, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo:&lt;br /&gt;Mistook people's identity&lt;br /&gt;Banged her head several times&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Spoke in an alien language&lt;br /&gt;Fell onto various people&lt;br /&gt;Ate grass&lt;br /&gt;The prime reason why everyone was thrown out of the club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo2:&lt;br /&gt;Forced Emo to drink A LOT&lt;br /&gt;Kept screaming&lt;br /&gt;Screamed the loudest when there was a fight&lt;br /&gt;No one remembers what else she did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felota:&lt;br /&gt;The first one to get high&lt;br /&gt;The secondary cause of why we were thrown out of the club&lt;br /&gt;Kept grabbing at anyone and anything&lt;br /&gt;The screams was the source of irritation for most people&lt;br /&gt;Banged her head several times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breenava:&lt;br /&gt;Screamed at the DJ for playing the terrible number&lt;br /&gt;Felota's partner in crime for screaming&lt;br /&gt;Forced Emo to drink a lot&lt;br /&gt;Spiked Emo's drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saviour:&lt;br /&gt;Had an unlimited supply of tissue&lt;br /&gt;Took care of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the acts and characters will be kept annonymous for the sake of anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, Friday was fun! Us b4 we went wild....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/DSC00663.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/DSC00663.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us realli overdrank...and hence, we were asked out of MOS...i don't even dare to show my face in clarke quay anymore thks to the embarrassing things we all did...hopefully time will erase our faces from every1s minds...haha..well atleast we managed 2 convince felota that night life rockzzzz...u jus need to be with the right people to appreciate it....!!!Well we're gonna hit clubs soon...but this time -us the drinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is us after the drinks...Wan jun claims she took care of me...but then she herself looks so lost and thats Felota...who was in her own world...so much so that later on when there was a fight..she continued to look at the stars and dream on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2346/2374/1600/165359/Image006_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2346/2374/320/40622/Image006_6.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it..i can't believe we drank so much...Well nuj naw and breenava can bear the burden!! u and ur TA man....sorry to all those ppl whose calls i didn't answer...no idea who was holding on to my phone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nways better luck next time :&gt;&gt;ciaooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-116280252028551987?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/116280252028551987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=116280252028551987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116280252028551987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116280252028551987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/11/hitting-20-claimer-all-characters.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-116187048426653813</id><published>2006-10-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:48:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Drained Out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've no energy left to argue with you....All along that's what we have done...There was a time when I said you are the best thing in my life.....how wrong was I?? or how rite was I? You will always remain a 'thing' for me...you are just incapable of being called a human.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was a time...when I respected you...but now..everyday..you stoop lower and lower in my eyes...Have you realli got no self-respect at all??Are you that self-made?Self made of pathetic,spiteful excuses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The moment has been wiped out...I feel no hatred for you...you just don't deserve an ounce of my emotion...it's totally wasted on you...I wonder how many of 'us' there are...You know who you are...and if you are any smarter...you'll keep out of my way. For this girl is not made of sweet talk..but venom....venom that's exclusive for you. There are a number of ways to embarrass you if i want...If i post the conversation we had the other day here...I garauntee you atleast 76% of my readers will say you need professional help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I won't cos I believe there is something deffinately wrong with you. You are simply a psycho!So just fuck off from my life and if you ever see me..hide yourself...cos I know your weakness..and I will nvr let you 'indulge'. Let me correct myself..We will nvr let you indulge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My only regret: I knew a moron. In short you are a cheap,moronic fucking bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-116187048426653813?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/116187048426653813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=116187048426653813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116187048426653813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/116187048426653813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/10/drained-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115994128761221545</id><published>2006-10-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:54:47.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adieu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through an emotional turmoil....I don't know how long it will take me to come out of it...Promise you guys I will get back from my fissure soon and start blogging..till then I need time. Time to sort out my head and to make sure I don't reveal things which I wouldn't otherwise...See you all soon...Keep tagging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115994128761221545?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115994128761221545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115994128761221545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115994128761221545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115994128761221545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/10/adieu.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115856526573725653</id><published>2006-09-18T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:30:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;The Home Beckons….Past encounters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All around the cars horns, someone shouts across the street, some shout over the phone…cos that’s Mumbai….. a spicy blend of people from different walks of life. Life here has been good thus far...no complaints. The rain timing could have been better but then again it's preferrable to the October heat. As long as the traffic moves I'm cool with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day brought about an encounter with you. You asked me a question…for which I have no answer. It’s not my attitude or my arrogance which is why we are like what we are today. Time and again I have gracefully carried the burden of being blamed for the break up. But was there a break-up? To me it was more like a brush off. I was a child. If only I could turn back the time and erase you from my life, it would be so much easier to carry on. But it’s impossible. You played a role in my life....an important role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, with you I wonder if I am just a walking skeleton. Where have all the feelings disappeared? I feel no hatred, no affection, no anger. I try hard to laugh but the smile doesn’t reach my eyes nor does it fill up my heart with contentment. It’s just a hollow noise that escapes from within. The laughter was different; filled with emotions and appreciation. I have no one to blame for anything but myself. You were always like you are now. I was the blind person. I chose to be blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how long I will be at the crossroads of life. But I do know I will never be able to forget anything. It’ll be etched in my memory forever. Whether things will go back to the way they were...only time will tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115856526573725653?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115856526573725653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115856526573725653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115856526573725653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115856526573725653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-beckons.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115730312090687443</id><published>2006-09-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:40:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Re-Enter: The Stalker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the time would come..when I would have to face him. I had to...today;virtual encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did my heart skip a bit when I saw him online? No&lt;br /&gt;Did I feel excited/scared/avengeful? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the realisation hit home that he means nothing to me. It's over, finished, kaput. I am surprised too on how I managed to escape from the spell. How did i feel such a small impact of his absence? That's cos it was not love. It was pure infactuation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I know about love, I have only loved 1 person in my life. How ironical it is that I keep denying my feelings for him. For how can I affirm them? There doesn't seem to be a future for us. Some say distance doesn't matter..some say it does and I'm got in the middle in an emotional turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say do everything for your love, some say never lose your self-repect...I agree with the latter...but does that certify you happiness in future? I guess I'll know the answer when Im 80. But I don't want to sit down then and say "if only..." I want to sort out my life now....but should I do it at the expense of my ego?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115730312090687443?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115730312090687443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115730312090687443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115730312090687443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115730312090687443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/09/re-enter-stalker_115730312090687443.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115618480442624487</id><published>2006-08-22T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:27:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Stalker..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warning bells go off in her head..everytime she reads his email or hears his voice......she knows..........She knows what's on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;The wicked grin, the sweet words...he knows exactly how to manipulate her into thinking he belongs to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more, she promises.It has to end....not someday but today; NOW. How.......? She ponders. He will not let her brush him off just like that...She knows him too well for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just this once...she has to meet him, to see him after this long spell for the very last time, she has to be brave and end things face-2-face. Will it be the last time..or will things go back to the way they were? She will never know what the future holds for her for in her life he is THE STALKER....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115618480442624487?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115618480442624487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115618480442624487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115618480442624487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115618480442624487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/08/stalker.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-115565934922435391</id><published>2006-08-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:28:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Learning to be Gracious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In just a matter of 6 mths all of us will graduate...and isn't it ironical..we say we miss school, but how much of it do we know?? My knowledge of school is limited to where the Mass Conm lectures/tutorials are held, library, atrium, canteen 1,2,3,galileo cafe, and sadly that's it...I dunno anything about the Sports Complex side..what lies behind the swimming pool, where's canteen 4,5..where's School of engineering and Life Sciences...Wow am graduationg without even knowing the whole school haha...Anyways..forget school for the next 2 mths...let's have a blast till the next sem starts...cos we all know it's gonna be StressFUL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss work terribly for now. The end of internship has brought a whole new turmoil of questions. It feels as though I am on a long MC. For now it feels weird to wake up at 12, 1 pm...hmmm am I making anyone jealous here? Considering that most Ngee Ann(ians) are having there exams now....hahah.. Okies guys I feel good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talking about feeling good...that day, we went to get a sun tan..lol but guess wat day we chose??? It was National Day!!! The beach was super crowded! And everywhere around us there were people with cameras..some who wanted to take photos with us/of us. Gosh! so irritating! In fact, I learnt I am very blunt when it comes to guys...When some1 asks me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can I dance with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My reply: "NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can I take a pic with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My reply: "NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I take it guys feel hurt if I reply them in a abrupt manner..so I have taken a vow to be nicer...kinder...Following are my modified replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can I dance with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My reply: You're so cute that I can't feel my feet on the ground! Maybe when they are back??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can I take a pic with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My reply: I am missing 3 teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Man this sounds dumb!!!Who says that??!!! Well...y can't i b dumbly honest......"NO" c better no questions asked! But some guys do have the cheek to ask " Y not!".. Oh well...am sure you don't want me to tell you y not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you have better answers...enlighten me..Ms Bollywood's going to be nice now...ughhhhh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/23529432-115565934922435391?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115565934922435391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115565934922435391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115565934922435391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115565934922435391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/08/learning-to-be-graciousin-just-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115522345921574587</id><published>2006-08-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:24:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pull Me Out Of This...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't get what games I am playing...I talk to you, laugh to you, joke with you as though nothing is wrong...but how do I erase that feeling of uneasiness in me...How do I tell myself that whateva I read is not true....4 it is....What makes it worse? You keep making promises upon promises and as both of us know it..promises that will never materialise....Tired, I am of leading such a life...of letting you play with my feelings...BUT I HAVE NO ESCAPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Somebody, Anybody pull me out of this state....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115522345921574587?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115522345921574587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115522345921574587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115522345921574587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115522345921574587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/08/pull-me-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-115485350791904642</id><published>2006-08-06T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T16:40:14.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Back In Action!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wow! It's almost a month since I last blogged! Sorry fans....but Ms Bollywood's back!!!So chill..And chilling is what I will be doing soon too....considering only 4 working days are left! It's been a wonderful ride, immeasurable experience, tirade of emotions and feelings for the past 5 months....I find it impossible to believe 5 months have passed...it surely doesn't feel like it...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes, I wanted internship to end soon as I missed my kakis back in school...@ other times...I liked working and learning new things every day....Now with only four more days to go..I feel extremely depressed...I will miss working in Asia PR Werkz...I will miss the Mr. Teh Tarik with his yummy hot teh and cold iced teas which kept me company throughout the afternoons when I had to battle with tiredness....I will miss the yummy porridge in China Square....and of course I will miss wearing formal clothes..Soon, it'll be back to denims and cardigans...But, most of all I will miss Raffles Place....isn't it the best place to work???I just love that area..an influx of offices, food courts, shopping centres, pubs and the river by the side...according to me 1 of the best business districts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To top it all...Ella ia attached to the BIG 4 in Cross Street..just 2 lanes away from my office! If only we had our internship in the same semester! We'd have had a ball!man....That's sad....I don't believe the bad luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Back at school...it's going to be a tough semester..better to rest well during the hols...All the electives I've chosen are pretty tough..I wanted PR, Advertising and Marketing..but after being told by a lot of people that it's a killer combination I dropped Marketing...I just couldn't bear to drop PR. Oh well...at least while working I got atleast 7 hours of sleep. Once school starts it'll be back to 1-3 hours of sleep or no sleep at all...Man....Mass Comm's getting tougher year by year...As they say...you gotta be in Mass Comm to know Mass Comm..It seems like a cool course only until you start practising it...Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oops..and let me tell you about the clubbing scene...Ella and I went to Clarke Quay yesterday and nce again ended up in MOS...we keep ending up in the same place time and again....And we saw Shan there! For those of you who don't remember or don't know him he is Mass Comm's Web Design teacher...Hip and Happening teachers we have I must say...They were going to Attica...but Attica was super crowded man...oh well am saying this??? Isn't MOS the most crowded club you have seen!! Oh and I know that cute bouncer's name!!! His name is Avinash Rai haha...Well other than him there doesn't seem to be anyone good there....:( Time to go club hopping!!!) That's a call for Wan jun and Mabs!lol&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/23529432-115485350791904642?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115485350791904642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115485350791904642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115485350791904642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115485350791904642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-in-action-wow-its-almost-month.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115250441498606090</id><published>2006-07-10T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:02:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Apply THE Bollywood Formula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Take a look at this guys! It's soooo freaking true! Need proof??Just tune in to any hindi movie and viola THE Bollywood FORMULA is always there....sometimes Hiden, sometimes Obvious .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So this is how TiTaNiC would be if it were a BOLLYWOOD movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1) There would be 10 times as many people on the ship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2) There would be a song with Kate Winslet in a white saree and of course singing in the rain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3) The movie could have been called "Pyar Kiya To Marna Kya" (Invincible to Death When In Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4) Hero and Heroine would float in cold water for days and still survive, but the villian would die in the first dip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5) The iceberg could have been sent by the heroine's father to teach the hero a lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6) None of the women would float due to heavy designer sarees. And last but not least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7) Half of the rescue boats would be reserve for SC/ST/OBC (scheduled castes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115250441498606090?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115250441498606090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115250441498606090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115250441498606090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115250441498606090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-apply-bollywood-formula-take-look_10.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115243286225571716</id><published>2006-07-09T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:19:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;DUTCH COURAGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So we've been regulars at MOS recently..y u ask when de facto i had criticised e club earlier??? simple...all clubs in MS close at 3,4...and we grand ppl onli enter at 1+...so there u go MOS rockzzzz And since my parents weren't ard i had to had to b out every wkend!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And MOS has this very, very cute bouncer(boun-shi)!!!!!whom i approached after gaining DUTCH COURAGE...his name is Rai(he didn't trust me with his first name...:( so told me his last name....), student by the day at raffles...hmmm nvr bn to raffles, i shld go one day rite??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And bout this weird guy we encountered in MOS e other day...he was soooo curious to find out my number he followed us everywhere even out of the club and back and wldn't leave without knowing "...but i want to know the reason why you don't want to give ur No!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood is running outta gd,cutsy actors...mayb i shld have hired him on-the-spot when he said," after seeing you, I don't want to go anywhere" man he , he and onli HE deserves to b in Bollywood!All funny people you meet in clubs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday we ended up in cafe iguana...(nice i must say) i love their 'capsized' boat theme and their bar is like a junkyard....c messy isn't bad it's style!!!(srry no pics guys...my cam is with parents...i shall get a 6 megapix cam soon!!!) So upon drinks we came across the subject of domestic work....no dun worry we weren't high to talk bout such topics but it jus came up. Ella being as gr8 as she is decided to compliment me by sayin " ya u noe..in fact among us ur e most house-wifey material" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whatt??!!! there we were out 4 drinks and hopefully clubbin later and she called me house-wifey!!!!!***electrified hair****As it is under different contexts it'd have bn a compliment but not then...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Disappointed Ms Bollywood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&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/23529432-115243286225571716?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115243286225571716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115243286225571716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115243286225571716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115243286225571716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/07/dutch-courage-so-weve-been-regulars-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-115142442370290198</id><published>2006-06-27T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:06:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaints&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you've completed yours&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with a "I've been tagged" then do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite colour: purple, pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite food: wow a lot!!!giv me anythin that's spicy or with loads of cheeseee!!!ummmm sinful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite song: Hips don't lie, bhangra hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite movie: da vinci code? old omen,etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite sport: Ermmm...what's that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite day of the week: Can anything beat weekends and ladies night??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite season: Singapore is seasonless:( but even so i loveee winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite ice-cream:Ben and Jerry's (slutty when do I get it??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: bored...anxious to get my hair done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current taste: I want apple pie and Ben &amp;Jerry's cookies and cookie dough ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: 'I Loveee Children' shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current desktop: Pic  taken with Sharm and Ella on 1 of our ladies night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current toenail: Passionate pink with flower tatoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current time: 2:51 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current surroundings: Living room wit aromatherapy candle (which seems to b ineffective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current annoyances: My fornightly log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first best friends: my childhood frens: candice, swetha, disha,etc..(to the friendship we carry till today)&lt;br /&gt;Now: my clique..zouky(wj), mabs, bree,fel,ella,sharm,amruta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first crush: haha 1 of my tuition mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first movie: hmmm....no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lie: When i said bye and every1 heard hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav music: back then all e boybands...man they remind me soo much of my secondary sch days when my desk used to be covered with Nick's photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette: When i was veri young...my 1st and last puff nvr held a cig after that (to end curiosity, do it so u never do it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last drink (alcohol): Chivas Regal and tequilla at the party at Attica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last car ride:Train counted??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last crush: crush is such a passe...let's talk bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last movie: Just My Luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: Grandma,miss her soooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last CD played: MP3 okies???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you everhave you ever dated your best friend: nope nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever broken the law: Do i look like am capable of that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been arrested: if i didn't brk e law y wld i be arrested???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever skinny dipped: hell i stay in S'pore surrounded by man-made rivers and sky-scrappers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been on tv: in mass comm and not on TV???then u are not a successful mass commer!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed someone you don't know: babies counted???i just adore them! until they learn how top talk:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: shorts, shirts, nail polish, tatoo, hair band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you've done today: chatted on phone, cooked, cleaned, TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: e children in the playgrd squealing in excitement(so hot and they're excited), power of bhangra, e wind howling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you're bored: play cake mania, cita bella, read a book, watch TV, call up frens,c i pass e test more than 1 thing i can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I'm going to tag:every1's bn tagged already....neetu, mabel,no1 esle remains, tis kay-poh wj tagged every1!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115142442370290198?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115142442370290198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115142442370290198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115142442370290198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115142442370290198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-115064531268059012</id><published>2006-06-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:41:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Home Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the day has come when I'm left at home alone...and every1's in bombay....i wish i were there too. I really could use a holiday. And it's been such a long time since I went to Bombay with my parents...but, no worries, I'll be going soon too..and so let the countdown begin...7 weeks  to bombay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes in your life you come across things that shock you. Sometimes you think you know a person very well, you even convince others that he is exactly what you think he is like. And then suddenly, some things hit you hard in the face and you realise he never was what you thought he was...some thing like that happened to me today..It was just 12 hours ago that I was telling Sharm what a nice person he is and though I like him a lot things can never work out for us. But today I realised, i shouldn't have even bothered having even an ounce of feelings for him 'cos he is one of those people who totally do not care...some things just jolt you out of your reverie especially when they're done by people whom least expect to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok I shall quit spilling over my agony now. I know it gets boring cos i never use names..Well dats simply 'cos i don't believe life ends when you hate a person. Tables can turn around anytime and I don't want to end up in a spot. So there u go! my justification...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care people, I will make it a point to blog more often...till next time cya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-115064531268059012?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/115064531268059012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=115064531268059012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115064531268059012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/115064531268059012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-alone-so-day-has-come-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114942271971758609</id><published>2006-06-04T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:49:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;snaps&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BOMBAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;Band Stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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How time passed i have no idea...Spent the whole week showing Singapore off to my frens who were here 4 a week. Wow i feel so re-freshed after seeing some loved 1s:&gt;And now i miss them, no doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am off 4 a short hol to bombay in August...wow i can't wait 4 it!!!!It'll b a lovely holiday...of that i'm sure...and yea i shall not b stupid this time round....shall not wait or cry 4 any1..since it does not amount up to anything; i will keep no expectations from anyone..Guess that way u get more surprises rite??? Well i don't noe bout surprises..but rockin time, anytime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nthg much haapening in my life:monotonous is the word..i wana upload more videos on my blog..it's pretty boring and lifeless moreover as i hardly get time to update it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanjun recommended a site to me where i can customise my desktop..pretty cool, so i downloaded e trial version..it was cool too except that it had a window rite in the centre of my screen prompting me to buy the product..it wouldn't go away no matter wat i did so i had to uninstall it...which amts up to the site being useless if u don't intend to buy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies jus random things nthg to much to say...a whole new week waits ahead...my 11th week!!!wow 9 more weeks n am outta working life..not that i hate it..but i think at my age having to do real 'great responsible' work 4 20 weeks is sufficient..i wana lead a relaxed life 4 some time now......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114941958357967974?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114941958357967974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114941958357967974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114941958357967974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114941958357967974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-fans-how-ya-doingi-had-super.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114788042484627618</id><published>2006-05-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:44:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;MY WEEKEND AGONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My eyes are finally back to being 'civilised'. So let me enlighten you with some GK about ur eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1)your eyes are super sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2)your eyes are the 1st to react to sudden chnges in water i.e temp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3)never touch ur eyes without washing your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;4)don't rub ur eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So on saturday, I woke up to find my right eye ten times its normal size. I had no idea it was that freaking serious! Then a small bump starts to appear...and it grows bigger and bigger and by Sunday it is blocking my vision. So i went to the doc with a very despondent expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Oh, it's very common.Just extract the whatever in the 'bump' and have antibiotics and you will be fine in just 2 days." says the doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: Surprised look(u mean it's dat easy)i look almost victorious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Doc: Keeps staring at me...waiting 4 me to say something..."Come lie down over here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: "Huh for what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Doc:"Let me squeeze out the'wadeva'(i 4got wat she called it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At this the meaning of squeezing starts to sink in...She takes a huge, sharp needle and PIERCES the 'bump'!!!!!!!!!ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh e cries of pain, the agony, the grief i've nvr known!!!!!and then she continues 2 squeeze and squeeze my eyelid until she is satified....by this time i have kicked her, screamed to make the small boy outside cry and sworn wit all e words i wldn't b caught dead using...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After she is done....appx 15 mins later the 'surgery' ends......and by then my eyelid is in an horrible state...u dun wan to noe wat...and how...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so eyes take care of ur eyes...u hav no idea of the pain that sears thru ur body when a needle and a pair of hands squeeze ur swollen eyes when u have bn scared to even so much as touch it  cos it hurts-oh-so-much...and then some1 cums and squeezes it.....owww **** the pain!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&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/23529432-114788042484627618?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114788042484627618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114788042484627618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114788042484627618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114788042484627618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-weekend-agonymy-eyes-are-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114752088862027541</id><published>2006-05-13T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:52:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKD UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remember wat i said about wanting something so much that it never turns out rite??yea well it has happened yet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My long weekend can't get any worser than this....or can it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- I can't complete 1 sentence without coughing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- I have used up 2 boxes on tissues&lt;br /&gt;- My eyes keep watering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- My eye has swollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- My eye hurts terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- I can't keep my eye open 4 more than 5 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As such I was supposed to go full day shopping yesterday and all nite clubbing today....**** all my plans.....i can't even keep my eye open 4 long...Don't noe wat suddenly happened to it....Mabs says it's some infection, she had it too and will go down slowly...BUT y couldn't that stupid infection have waited 2 days and come on monday!!!!!as it is I won't b able to make it to work on Monday...ohh and am down with fever too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Brina Nirvana said: Wear shades to club...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Handsome Ashwin said: Wear a black patch over your eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thks guys 4 ur advice, u fulfilled ur duty of best frens!!!!BUT neither do i wanna look bimbotic nor do i wanna look like a pirate!!!!!screaaaaammmmmmmsssssssssssss!!!!!(of frustruation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And tomorrow is Mother's Day....i guess for mom it'll b more like Look After Your Daughter Day...I guess Belated Mother's Day it has to be.....just like Ella's Birthday..she got her b'day present 2 months late..hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, so am @ home 24/7 if u need company online/offline buzz me..cos i can't even do wat i always do when am @ home: read a book....ohh can clever amruta is soo clever and utterly brilliant she bought work home!!!oww and how am i going to do it???i DON'T KNOW.....&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/23529432-114752088862027541?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114752088862027541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114752088862027541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114752088862027541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114752088862027541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuckd-up-remember-wat-i-said-about.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114701563985476003</id><published>2006-05-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:36:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes Mr Dan Brown i'm crazy bout you..just like the millions of harry potter fans are crazy bout J.K Rowling. Well, people around me know what i say bout her...she just got lucki when u were kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i was in primary school and lower secondary, i wanted to live in any of the states, no matter developed or not, that broadcasted the TV series of Sweet Valley Twins. oh how i loved it back then...i read the whole series of Sweet Valley..from kids to twins to university...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now finallyyyy...like realli finally a movie based on my fav novel is going to be released!i sooo can't wait 4 it!for those of you who don't know, Da Vinci Code is the most controversial novel of 2005...read up and u'll noe y...i saw the documentary, pretty interesting..it was made to find out whether the claims made in the bk are true but till the end i didn't get whether they were with it or against it...i guess we just gotta read up more 4m other similar books like The Holy Grail, and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read the bk and you will wish u were the one following the trail to c all the things mentioned like: the rose line, the museum, the painting esp the last supper (so now we noe y monalisa's smile is so secretive). I wish i had waited to go to paris. it would hav bn so much more meaningful then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neways lets do a countdown..it's 11 days to go 4 Da Vinci Code to be realeased..i just can't wait 4 it...for those of you who didn't read the bk go and grab it..it's a MUST READ!!!!I just read the other day there's gonna b a sequel bk or movie i 4got to Da vinci code.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am i going to be one of the 1st few people to catch it??nope..cos everytime am excited about something it turns out to b a huge flop...so i shall wait patiently till the 2nd or 3rd day of release...till then I have MI3 to watch and e not very awaited by me but i guess by many of u: X-Men 3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114701563985476003?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114701563985476003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114701563985476003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114701563985476003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114701563985476003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/dan-brown-yes-mr-dan-brown-im-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114649522239519054</id><published>2006-05-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:53:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/DSCN1375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/DSCN1375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Culprit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So these are the culprits for the torture my feet had to go thru...my poor blistered feet...and wat did i do to end their plight?i bought plaster!!!some achievement..unfortunately, the i didn't c it properly..it was white colour...so this is wat my feet looked like...5 white plasters on each foot and me limping all e way in town....and yea thks mabel e wicked laugh helped.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, my hair is quite disasterous yet again..no not as bad as it was in bby..but it's dry..guess it's due to the dry air....courtesy of air conditioners that we have to endure everyday regardless of where we are: bus, train, cab, class, work, malls, food court, ahhh e bus stop is spared....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So i took emo2's advice and dropped e idea of re-rebonding it but instead went 4 protein treatment..well my hair stylist is weird man..everytime i go to her....she tells me she met some "india man" Well, apparantly, this India man she met last week was very handsome..and wanted to take her to Melacca...and oh he's MARRIED...c wat i said about failed marriages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, so nways...here i walk out of the parlour my hair feeling realli revatalised and sweet smelling clinging to me like strands of golden thread...And 4m nowhere comes this huge grp of guys smoking there life towards death..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hate the smell in my hair..so i tried to dodge them as much as i cld but no they had to walk real slow and act kewl at e same time....but i n e end i WON!!!no offense guys...cont smoking...if ur just begining progress to chain smoking...hav fun smoking...but don't blow e smoke on me....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i am one of those ppl who wrote to the forum to say that no smoking ban should be emphasised more strictly...now if ur thinking i did that 'cos i was too free or jus wanted to banish smokers 4m the world...then ur wrong..i did that merely to gain the 5 bonus marks for my advertising module...Now u c how desperate i was to take e trouble to write to the forum just just just 4 five marks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/23529432-114649522239519054?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114649522239519054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114649522239519054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114649522239519054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114649522239519054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/culpritso-these-are-culprits-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114641794633095689</id><published>2006-05-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:30:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bollywood Formulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) All movies are meddled in love triangles, if it's not a love triangle..it is copied 4m some hollywood movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) May he be shot 3 times, kicked 12 times, strangled several times, the heroe NEVER dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Whenever an indian goes overseas he meets a cabby who immediately calls the actor "brother" and the actress "sister"..oh and the cabby is 4 outta 5 times punjabi or atleast speaks in punjabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Whenever a person is running away 4m a villian and stops to catch a few minutes breath, the villian appears 4m e side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Whenever there's a car accident and 2 young people are involved, u noe the story will take off 4m there. Starting 4m "I'll pay 4 the damages, wats ur number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6) 3 outta 5 times when a song is based on bhangra beat, at 1 point of time in the song there'll b a loud chorus of "Punjabi!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7) A smuggler's or drug dealer's next destination is either Singapore, Malaysia or Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8) If a movie is filmed in Mumbai itself (which rarely happens nowadays) featuring the local railway is a MUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9) Gone r e days when people on set used to say how handsome the actor is to signify his charisma, all u've to do now is 2 get him surrounded by some bikini-clad gals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Any publicity is good publicity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/23529432-114641794633095689?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114641794633095689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114641794633095689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114641794633095689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114641794633095689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/bollywood-formulas-1-all-movies-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114633243115711367</id><published>2006-04-30T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:55:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sentiments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Guess i'm getting old nowdays...once there was a time when I used to think 6 hrs of sleep is a real treasure...getting 4 hrs of sleep was a norm just last semester..I even recall the numerous times I have stayed up the whole nite...may it be at home, at fren's plce or at Macdonald's and still manage to look presentable the next day...de facto i used to feel fresher on the days i stayed up e whole nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;and today....i need 8 hrs of sleep, 5 glasses of water, and 1 hr of reading. Well let's not say old, let's say healthier...:)talking about the old thing, on that note just e other day my colleague and i were talking about the rising number of failed marriages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;let's forget the tax rebates, maternity leaves and all e legal things associated with it. Let's talk SENTIMENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;These people who go thru divorce must either b very strong or very distraught. Strong bcos it's difficult to forget so many things that the package named 'marriage' brings..one has got to be strong to go thru such a big ordeal...Living in this world as little as I have lived, i feel that emotional pain can kill a person. I have had my fair share of sorrows and grief. Though, I get up and walk thru it stronger than before, when I think back to my recovery period, i shudder in horror....I'd just die if i were to live my life in painful memories of an obnoxious person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;I tremble with memories everytime I come across painful memories..E burried sentiments are then awakened. So difficult it is to 4get small things like the 1st movie u watched, the first time u met, some lingos which onli the 2 of u noe...but difficult as it is, it has to b overcome...cos e meaning of life is derived 4m the word living and living means..memories,grief,happiness..and the ultimate..death.....All ard me ppl of our gen get into relationships, fall out..some of them u consider to b ideal couples and then they get cheated too...making u sit down and wonder wat is the perfect relationship..the rite gf, the rite bf....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yea i noe it sounds like preaching..but guys really spare a thout 4 ur spouse/gf/bf/husband/wife b4 taking any drastic measures cos not all the time r ur sentiments are mirrored by others and vice versa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Lastly, nvr fall in love with these ppl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;1) People who don't like you (wat's e point if they dun even like u)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;2) People leadin the wrong life (drug addicts, terrorists, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;3) People who love u but don't noe how to show it (face it, u can't ever noe wat the other person is thinking until he/she says it out...try speaking ur heart out..u'll be surprised how alike the other person is to u)&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/23529432-114633243115711367?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114633243115711367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114633243115711367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114633243115711367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114633243115711367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/sentiments-guess-im-getting-old_29.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114580599925556164</id><published>2006-04-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:26:39.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i thout i wld drop in to say 'hi' to my hair dresser back in bby. but i just couldn't. those of you who saw 4m october-december 2005 know y. she made a big fool outta me! my hair was in it's worst state possible. to give u a minimal xample, it was bright red as in carrot red with banana yellow! that too not in streaks but only the upper crown...so yea u can imagine what it was like...i looked like a golden orange monkey! oh and she also curled my hair so it was disastrous.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to kelly..umm is dat her name??my hair is much much much better....after xclaimin "wat in the world possessed u to do that!" , she set off to work...1st by straightening it, then i have no idea wat she did but now the colour is much mild and has e effect that i initially wanted....kudos to u kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall nvr get nething done to my hair in bby esp in a parlour i hav nvr bn to!had enuff of it!!!well 4 those of u who don't noe, u can actually sue ur hairdresser here if they mess up with ur hair. dat too as bad hair puts u under mental stress which is oh so true!!!ask ppl who noe it by experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114580599925556164?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114580599925556164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114580599925556164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114580599925556164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114580599925556164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-thout-i-wld-drop-in-to-say-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114572371489427147</id><published>2006-04-23T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:56:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thus far.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have had enuff of my share of depression thus far...1st a bf who loved springing surprises,then a nasty brkup,now a feeling of homesickness.....am sick of living.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went to bombay today..so much 4 wanting to spend quality time with him...and i wasn't even informed he's leaving....there u go another surprise...i onli found out yesterday..have i been so elusive lately??? I don't even feel like meeting any1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114572371489427147?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114572371489427147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114572371489427147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114572371489427147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114572371489427147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/thus-far.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114517191010152039</id><published>2006-04-16T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:06:56.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;SHE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She walks alone, not knowing where the path will lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She thinks about him all the time, sees him in her 'dreams' (nightmares)&lt;br /&gt;She thinks he is her best friend, too naive to ask questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Socialising is what she wants, but no one wants to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She pastes a fake smile on her face till her cheeks ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The world is running fast, too fast for her huge feet to lift up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She knows nuts about dressing, e poor kid has never been spotted by anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She's liked by some, hated by most, loathed by Amruta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She's just a wannabe Amruta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/23529432-114517191010152039?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114517191010152039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114517191010152039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114517191010152039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114517191010152039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/she_16.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114459599869379029</id><published>2006-04-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:24:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys wats up???! had a nice but tiring wkend. Had 'puja' @ my place on saturday, which is of course a gd deed. However, one thing that I just can't get accustomed to is believing in just one God...every1 ws gathered there to pray to 1 particular God..so yea it's gd, their wish..but whom i want to believe is my wish but apparently, they didn't think so and kept on preaching to me, which i found a bit agitating. i mean isn't it better that i have faith in God as in all e Gods rather than just 1??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft prayers I went to Sharm's place 4 a sleepover..we had a rocking time..ella, sharm and i cooked mexican food!yes dats e 3 lazy bones in the kitchen..it is a veri rare and treasured site by e way guys..we messed up e whole kitchen..sth went wron with sharm's casadina so we made her sister eat it who kindly shoved it in our face again haha, but apparently her dad liked it and ate it..hmmm can't say cos of the taste but as we say "it was showered with love and care" well but the 1 she made 4 me ws yummy...slurrpps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since ella veri kindly bestowed the title of'domestic housewife' on me i ended up making the filling 4 fajita...now i'm realli scared of oil..so i stand very far 4m e stove and take a long spatula and stir it which in a way looks unglam..and then i thank god e camera wasn't within their reach to capture my '1 minute of unglamness' ahah..well so i veri kindly asked ella to cont wit the glam way of cookin, like aft all i'm e onli 1 amongst e 3 who noes how to cook!uh huh! jus dat it's not my forte...c an xcuse 4 everythin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft cooking came DESERT TIME...on e menu??? BEN &amp; JERRY'S Cookies and cookie dough ice-cream!!!!yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *licks lips*this turned us into children as we went on a hunt 4 cookie dough...to c who gets the most...this prompted ella to check her weight...no bad e same, sharm..e same...amruta??? unxpected!!!!i'm officially underweight ppl..i dunno how it happend but i've lost at least 5 kgs!!!dat is extremely scary..gosh i must eat up..on which note i ate Haagen das cookies ice-cream today..:) c fast action :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a drinking competition...as xpected sharm and i put down e bottles aft takin just 3 sips but ms princess contd until she had finished atleast 3/4 of her beer..wow way to go gal..while sharm and i kept up 4 another hr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time 2 watch videos: The Dummy and Dude Where's My Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene1: Open place The Dummy disc 1 inside the DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharm:these ppl r lucki, they don't need to worry bout colour combination since it appears black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: yea unlike nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella: the movie is boring let's chng it..i hate B&amp;W movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene2: Place Dude Where's....Car disc 1 in the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amruta: Ahh this looks better..&lt;br /&gt;Ella: yea but y is it B&amp;W??&lt;br /&gt;Sharm: ya it isn't supposed to b....sux sth wron's wit the DVD player!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft which e DVD palyer went thru thourough inspection and abuse..but havin nthg to do we cont watchin e no colour combo movie until i fell asleep ..aft which i dunno wat happened...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114459599869379029?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114459599869379029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114459599869379029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114459599869379029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114459599869379029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-guys-wats-up-had-nice-but-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114442884578486056</id><published>2006-04-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:54:05.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is good, time is good, I'm good..Eventful week it was: to learn and earn..haha nvr miss out the earning part. by the way do u noe how tedious our life has bcome cos of all these image 'beautifiers' like photoshop???Every1 expects to c non- pixelated, sharp, flawless images:a photoshopper's nitemare that is.(none of my photos r photoshopped *grins*)ok dat was a random thout jus a bit irritated with photoshop cos it has a mind of its own and does things you ddin't command it to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nthg much goin on at work..jus e ususual;2day being friday i decided 2 finish all e pending work, after which my desk looked much cleaner...then i met wan jun 4 dinner..ok dats it wj am not goin out with u 4m now....dat gal walks boldly into pastamania when it has bn written:PLEASE WAIT TO B SEATED hahah and then she calls mabel totally i repeat totally ignoring me and makes plan 4 clubbin..dats it wj it's dcided I'm not comin 2 Zouk i shall go 4 e bollywood nite...hmmmpfff!And ya i reiterate it haha BEST DRESS COMPETITION????hmmmm okies ya u shall win it and i'll try to make it ahah..mayb i'll win it then aft all. i so wana go clubbing miss it sooo much!!!hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so many things happenin next wk...e best part is all u lazy bones shall start goin to poly again! ahhaha *wicked grin*ok wait that is next next wk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh am hopeless my thouts r all over e place...i need a secretary man...but then again it's  my censored diary i can write wateva i want to rite??it's called e writer's right and reader's freedom...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go ice-skating...ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114442884578486056?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114442884578486056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114442884578486056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114442884578486056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114442884578486056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-good-time-is-good-im-good.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114407538042612354</id><published>2006-04-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:43:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo am zonked out!!!Came back 4m M'sia yesterday...was very tired. Had a nice time though..slept throughout the journey, then another 12 hrs at nite wow didn't noe i possessed dat much of...ahhh sleep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the 4D theatre in Cowboy Town..and well by the time i came out i was freaked out..after having been sprayed water, poked on my back thru some unknown forces!And wat was worse??I felt like there were rats scurrying ard my feet...ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;ask me y???1 of their special effects...Thanks to dat special effect,I kept having hallucinations and I jumped up 4m my seat atleast 2 times while having dinner and claimed there was a cat underneath....ya so.. u may guessed..i was e recipent of laughter from many ppl in the restaurant :(...and the waiter who had e guts to grin widely the receiver of my hard stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at work was a long day..a very tiring day. Loads of things to do. Tomorrow will be just as bad..I've a lot of things left to do....Ms Boss was very angry today...screaming at some1 on the phone...so every1 had their lips zipped..i of course not to fall behind hid behind the computer...was a bit scared to face her..haha well at e end of the day every1 was glad they weren't on the other end of the line...haha okies cya ppl have fun 4 e rest of ur hols :) god bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114407538042612354?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114407538042612354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114407538042612354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114407538042612354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114407538042612354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoo-am-zonked-outcame-back-4m-msia.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114382678017622180</id><published>2006-04-01T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:41:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah by my own efforts the video is up!!!if it's lame dun leav a comment...if it's gd then do ahhaha e lame stupid us in between lectures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpa8PuJb_18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpa8PuJb_18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114382678017622180?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114382678017622180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114382678017622180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114382678017622180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114382678017622180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-by-my-own-efforts-video-is-upif-its.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114382665108606284</id><published>2006-04-01T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:37:31.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width= "425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"&lt;br /&gt;value=&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpa8PuJB_18"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/hpa8PuJB_18&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/hpa8PuJB_18&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;type=application/x-shockwave flash" width="425"height="350"&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114382665108606284?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114382665108606284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114382665108606284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114382665108606284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114382665108606284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/param-namemovie-valuehttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114382400303254164</id><published>2006-04-01T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:01:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/200/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/fierce.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bn a helluva week...This year has bn pretty good for me so far (touch wood). I wanted 2 enter the PR field by joinin a PR firm rather than a PR dept.And i got just dat...It's a huge chng..and no matter how much we deny it, at the end of this intern...most of us will look at e world in a diff way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's gd to noe there's some1 lookin out for deadlines...it's not u anymore..it's e Big Boss...and that all efforts tht u put in will be rewarded..and slackers sacked. Always knew Press Conf if u play ur cards correctly is good and effective but never realli SAW it..but last wednesday, when i attended 1, i knew y they say.. media is a PR practioneer's best fren.Jus attend a few events or PCs and there u go every1 in media is in ur contact list...but of course things dun end there...sweet talk follows...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bn 1 of e busiest and most healthiest wk of my life aft ages. I nvr knew my brain was capable of processin enuff info jus 15 mins b4 a meeting, ive bn so tired dat i sleep by 11.30 which is gd, and many others bored to write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wan jun and Brina today...had fun fun fun..it was sooo nice to c em...we are soo bitchily bimbotic ppl ahah...with stops in every shop and comments on every person....Wan jun!!!!I want that gold pumps from PAzzion!!! but it da&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/act%20cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/act%20cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mn exp!!! but it's die-for kinda shoes and i shall buy it soon..:) oh and wan jun keeps beating and pushing me and Brina...:(i wan to learn karate jus 4 her man...lol okies am kiddin like&lt;br /&gt;all of u noe....we took these :&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/fierce.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/200/fierce.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2346/2374/200/wheee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114382400303254164?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114382400303254164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114382400303254164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114382400303254164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114382400303254164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-bn-helluva-week.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114355952647104866</id><published>2006-03-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:25:26.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm..video can't b viewed..Mr. Slut who thout of a name for me (Amzay) when he was drunk suggests sth else..lets try...:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114355952647104866?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114355952647104866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114355952647104866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114355952647104866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114355952647104866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114338865316008324</id><published>2006-03-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:55:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Internship starts bringing with it new challenges, new ppl, new environment, more seriousness, more work..no poly for 6 mths taking away with it the boring lectures, the long brks, the sleepless nites, the coffee brks, the act cool atttitude and most importantly your frens...i'm going to miss hanging out with my kakis...my lovable, adorable frens with whom i share the most memorable timezzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss hanging out with u guys...I will miss&lt;br /&gt;- bitching about u-noe-who(our least favourite, noe-it-all person)&lt;br /&gt;- planning where to go 4 lunch 3 hrs b4 our brk&lt;br /&gt;- our shopping sprees&lt;br /&gt;- callin 1 another to find out how far 4m poly we are in order to dcide whether we r late enuff 2 take a cab haha&lt;br /&gt;- slacking after classes and chit chatting&lt;br /&gt;- being scolded by lecturers 4 talking loudly accdg to wan jun and felicia, brina and i are xperts at it&lt;br /&gt;- pouring out my grief to u all&lt;br /&gt;- complainin about any1 n every1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 the times we shared:) tis is a video of us takin during 1 of our tutorials jus acting lame/bimbotic wadeva u call it ....but dats jus us..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hpa8PuJb_18"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=hpa8PuJb_18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value=" &lt;object height="&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114338865316008324?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114338865316008324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114338865316008324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114338865316008324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114338865316008324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/internship-starts-bringing-with-it-new.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114337949801337751</id><published>2006-03-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:24:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/DSCN1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/200/DSCN1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so e day has come...i sit in solemn silence thinking of wat tomorrow holds...not looking forward to it 4 a veri stupid reason..i hate to b clad in formal clothes 24/7 ..so i've taken decisions in my own hands..smart casual clothes it has to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some1(unnamed) went off sailing today for a yr!!!..2 say am delighted wld b an understatement, i'm on the 9th cloud....it's like when a person is close to u, you keep hoping 4 something, keep having xpectations...waitin 4 a miracle to occur and things to fall in place again so dat u can embark on the journey dat u set out on together.....however when the person is far: uncontactable, unreachable...u noe it's OVER then u don't call it heart break u call it destiny, fate..to meet new ppl and hav ample time to get over that person if u havn't already done so....Then u call out Goodbye My Lover and move on :) 4 life is too beautiful to b wasted on some1 whose feelings does not reciprocate urs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114337949801337751?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-114316543178031589</id><published>2006-03-24T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:57:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm damn *&amp;%$&amp;amp;% pissed off todAy!!!just got my results...passed all, neither kicked out of course nor withdrawn from attachment....but my grades hav nvr bn so horrible! nvr hav i felt so depressed even aft passin dat 2 when i've bn so apprehensive about it.....but my grades r not dat gd at least not as gd as i'd 've liked..... $^&amp;%*&amp;amp;^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if onli we had done well in our grp projects...my results wldn't hav bn such an eyesore...arrrrrrrhgggggggg..but no point complianin..it's jus sad dat our efforts were not matched by others....nways shall b happy in e fact dat i made it thru...and let's do better in e final yr 4 dats e most impt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least my parents are understandin and as my dad said 2day learn ur lesson and move on don't blive in everythin and every1.....indeed a lot of lessons to b learnt this sem; lessons which i will nvr 4get....:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114316543178031589?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114316543178031589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>people!!!! u gotta help me!!!am freaking out!!!thank God i'm not too old if not i wld b preparin 4 heart attack!owww!gettin my results tml...some ppl got called by their liason officer to withdraw 4m IAP..i havn't bn called yet..does dat mean i've cleared??i'm sooo scared..scared to hope, scared to dream, scared to face up 2 e world!!!tonite these eyes shall not close---&gt;shall e 1st to open e NP net page and c my results...ok i shall stop being emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets c..tis hols hav bn 1 of my best..times i will always treasure and remember..done everythin i planned to do in e hols..clubed,slacked,chilled,went 2 e beach,slept a lot, made $$$, irritated my bro, took loads of pics, shopped till i almost died, ate till i hate eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e onli thing i didn't manage to accomplish was spend time wit my family...e reason being my bro's xams r goin on and i'm supposed to inspire him to study. huh??? like i did try..i sat wit a veri sad expression on my face and read a novel..he said he feels like readin harry potter..so i sat wit e advertising txtbk..he said stop actin u arn't even memorisin it...so i got fed up and made myself invisible...:) cheers!and wat perfect timing it is..my brother's xams finish on 27th and my IAP begins on 27th..no family time .....ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hha oh and i havn't gone ice-skating yet..so lets c dat 1 netime...ok i'm talkin as if am goin back-packin to Mars or sth..but then i feel like dat...i feel like my youth is being snatched :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114312418481987366?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114312418481987366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>so wat they say is true..when a blog is new, entries flood out..but decrease after a while..hmm not the case with me..nthg much happened: didn't do nething drastic, didn't write ne poems or nething worth penning down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i sit here so early in the morning nothing to do wanna go back to sleep but not enuff time need to go out soon--&gt;2day's ella's b'day..(soo i dcided to blog)..i missed e apprentice episode on sunday!!ohh no!!!who got fired??i even missed desperate housewives yest went shoppin with mabel and wan jun hehe..but no worries shall download it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols r goin to end soon,I'm scared of the results!!!sux!i'll b murderously vengeful if i don't do well..nways ppl hav fun njoy ur long vacations god bless :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114291329559855017?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-114259921374088476</id><published>2006-03-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:40:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nthg much today.. a pretty boring day..jus slacked at home and had my tuitions.I'm damn bored nthg to do..can't wait to hit the beach..and ya go 2 bugis Village--&gt;shop then bake cookies at wan jun's place/\ in e past my cookies hav turned out like rock buns and muffins so dun say i didn't warn u guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss poly...albiet the heap of projects and assignments and e heavy laptops i miss it. i guess i can connect it back to my random thout bout missing some1...memories shall flood back when i go to poly so dat shld make me feel guilty i suppose?? mayb ahhh who cares i jus miss frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've bn catchin up on readin tis hols. there was a time when amruta cldn't b seen without a novel but life has bcome soo busy dat there's no time 2 read...i completed readin Deception point by Dan Brown the other day..wunderful bk 1 of my fav authors. if u guys r free, read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to luv Lesley Pearse bks..still do actually..but i can c there's a certain trend in her talent of writing. In her stories:&lt;br /&gt;- main character is always a gal&lt;br /&gt;- the gal is always poor&lt;br /&gt;- the setting is always pre-war or during war,post war&lt;br /&gt;-the gal always has good mannerisms albiet of how much she suffers from poverty.&lt;br /&gt;( dat pt is e funnies--&gt;she writes one whole page on how e gal eats her food or greets ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still her bks r gd and i read em :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114259921374088476?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114259921374088476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114259921374088476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gettin difficult to satisfy...wat doubles e trouble is when u live in a c'try known 4 its authentic cuisine. now this is not 'authentic cusine' but it's a craving..&lt;mac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat e hells up with Mac??!!! i hate MAc !so much is my hatred 4 MAc dat i didn't eat there 4 18 mths!!! but suddenly am having these huge cravings! so even aft promising myself not to eat there last wk i went there yet again..and cldn't dcide btqwn filet-o-fish, milo, french fries. despite knowin piggin out on food in e middle of nite is a no-no thing i had to had to had to have e whole upsize meal!!! am a sinner but as sharm said satisfy e carvin and it won't cm again. guess she's rite i dun ever wanna eat e  burger again nor do i wan fries, esp not aft ella criticised em sayin they're papery!so shoot mAc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as though Mac isn't enuff 2day i had a huge cravin to eat chezels..so 1ce again i had to hav it and then i saw chezels has chezels pom poms hmm not bad...so as i was cuming home balancing 4 bags, i cldn't wait to pop it in my mouth &amp; as unglam as it looks i had to open it on e way and eat it!!!then i had to eat Ice Jelly cos i jus cldn't let it go...and i wanna ban Kopitiam..while i was walkin there was this huge sign announcin POPIAH...and again i had to have it!!! but luckily guys e stall was closed!!! ahah saved 4 e day but i noe i'll visualise it tonite..i walked on and i saw a gal savouring hersheys sundae pie and witout a doubt it's my all-time fav but thkfully am not craving 4 it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hav a veri strong craving 4 Mee Goreng and well on e journey of eating it, i found e best/worst places to have mee goreng..NP's Galileo cafe has without a doubt the worst mee goreng u cld ever live to eat so dun ever go there. the best??--&gt;Holland Village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holland v is e wrong place to go..i luv e laksa, popiah there as well..and food republic at wisma is e rite place to go to eat hokien mee!!!it's jus so yumm upon it's presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cc!..dats y they say living in a food paradise is the biggest sin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hav made a promise to myself...i shall eat all e things am cravin 4 by wednesday aft dat on a healthy diet there's no way am going to look like an overgrown balloon..so i shall jog 4m bukit batok to raffles place when my intern starts ahah ya rite!!! lol well and there's always Mabel my exercise kaki who like me nvr saw e face of a gym lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114252597489009716?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114252597489009716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114252597489009716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114252597489009716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114252597489009716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-sin-to-live-in-food-paradise-well.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114252497810236080</id><published>2006-03-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:02:58.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 mths ago i made a promise to myself...keep myself damn busy and join a gym..but e promise didn't materialise..xcuse??--&gt; no gym outfit ..but i did stick to e base of the promise..dancin is a gd way to reduce calories :) jus sleepin itself helps u in reducin hell lottsa cal soo dancin e whole nite is like wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made it a point 2 beautify myself ahem ahem and so i did i went clubbin on wed yet again and no doubt i lost a lot of cals hah hope soo..went to O bar with Sharm and Ella..had a rocking time..though there weren't much cute guys :( sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced with some cute punjabi guy..it wld hav bn better if he didn't do soo much of bhangra on R&amp;B beats..i mean helooooo..and act like a complete poser!sharm ended up dancin with sum veri veri old MAN!!! hahaaaa she ran away e min she knew his age..well lets giv sum credit to e MAN he looked just 25..and ella danced with some1 who cldn't dcide which gal he wanted to dance wit ahah..at 1 pt sharm and i were so high we danced bhangra too but hey we make a pt ok! ppl ard us started 2 do e same 2 e xtent dat we felt realli silly and ella asked us to stop. and we did b4 she died of embarrassment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to e riverside to take lots of pics..where sum guy offered 2 drop us home. when we refused he said he heard sum screams so came 2 check...like helooo cum up with sum logical xcuse heard screams!! like how secluded is e walk by e river! get sum sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies abrupt end tired of writin...hav fun guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114252497810236080?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114252497810236080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114252497810236080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114252497810236080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114252497810236080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/6-mths-ago-i-made-promise-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114234285909337045</id><published>2006-03-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:29:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking apart.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked at a distance&lt;br /&gt;Never coming close&lt;br /&gt;Trying to merge the two different worlds we had known.&lt;br /&gt;This far I’ve come, just for you&lt;br /&gt;Memories of two years all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I think I’d end up looking like a fool&lt;br /&gt;That too by a person like you&lt;br /&gt;The kiss, the hug, the promises mirages of my life&lt;br /&gt;Buried in eternity for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I look back and think where we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;From virtual to reality that we had transformed&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;And forget the love that we just can’t buy.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s walk apart and embrace the world&lt;br /&gt;The world that only knows one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114234285909337045?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-114224377646943124</id><published>2006-03-13T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:56:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my initial excitement at having gotten an IAP is slowly dissipitating, well not xactly slowly--&gt;rapidly..all thks to the IAP briefing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said that if we fail in any modules, our IAP will b withdrawn..!!!huh!!!sux...I've nvr failed anything b4..failing has NEVER been an option 4 me...but i'm quite scared tis sem..things didn't realli work out properly &amp; so most of my modules which are based on projects are realli on the frail edge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owww i feel veri down now..how e hell am i going to njoy my hols with the worry hanging over me like an overgrown cloud of terror...i dun even feel like shopping 4 office wear..in case am asked to withdraw:( talkin bout office wear..e company is in main CBD area where the dressing code screams FORMAL!!!as an intern i won't b xpected to dress up totally in formals but mayb smart casuals..and it's goin to b soo weird to b wearing casuals in place where a 360 degrees turn reveals formally dressed ppl....brina is working somewhere ard raffles too i guess in bugis..well atleast dats a + point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to my results am so so so so depressed!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114224377646943124?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114224377646943124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114224377646943124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114224377646943124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114224377646943124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-initial-excitement-at-having-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114214366451077516</id><published>2006-03-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:07:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGG!!!I'm sooo happy! I got attached to a company 2day hehe:&gt;&gt; was soo scared in the morning when Wj called and told me she got hers...immediately, sleep escaped my eyes and the next i noe i was running down to check e letter box... cos if i hadn't gotten it by 2day...i'd b doomed as i'd hav to work in school! like sch is isn't bad but i'd just prefer to b in the industry...to get some xposure to the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess wat!!!I got attached to a PR firm ----&gt;Asia PR Werkz Pte LTd in Raffles Place....(just wat i wanted) *winks*i luvvvv dat area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies no pt being xcited over it as it's just an intern but aaaahhh trust me am sooo relieved i wun b workin on 'inspiring' projects in sch. !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114214366451077516?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114214366451077516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114214366451077516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114214366451077516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114214366451077516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/omgggim-sooo-happy-i-got-attached-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114200974989485073</id><published>2006-03-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:43:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/Copy%20of%20DSCN0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/Copy%20of%20DSCN0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought..&lt;br /&gt;2day i was thinking why do u miss some1 soo much???and i was enlightened with such an answer that i was shocked and it xplained a lot 'bout my behaviour lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's logical to miss some1 'cos there's something special about that person and the memories u share..dat place where u hung out, had coffee, watched movie..nething...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but missing that person onli cums 4m within..most of the times, we get over stuff and gather ourselves in the day or 2. But! All HAil MS BOllyWood cos she came up wit this ans...lol...It is the guilt of not missing him that makes you miss him..U feel guilty that u 4got the special time u spent together in just a day or 2 and so u keep forcing urself to remember all e small things u shared....like long phone chats, sms, sweet words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ppl if ur grievin over some1, jus quit it and get over it 'cos ur not grievin ur just guilty hehe...ok tis is my theory worked 4 me..doesn't work 4 u then too bad..god bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114200974989485073?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114200974989485073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114200974989485073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114200974989485073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114200974989485073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-random-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114192807001159149</id><published>2006-03-10T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:49:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/DSCN1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/DSCN1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/DSCN1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/1600/DSCN1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2346/2374/320/DSCN1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Click on the pic , it's nice dunno y it appears like dat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg..wednesday nite=ladies nite was sooo fun!!! wan jun, mabel and I went to MOS and O bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to wan jun's house 1st to chill out but apparently no time to chill out and hey dat wasn't cos of me!!!all of us were late hehe..wj's mum forced us to eat and finish all e food and we did eat a lot a bad thing to do b4 clubbin actually..hehe oh but i loved the bbq fish, which wj claimed to hav bbqed herself on e pit..ya rite wj i blive u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e queue at MOS was pretty short and we didn't hav to wait..well de facto we were kiasu ppl..went at 11 itself when there were hardly any ppl....then we dcided to go O bar were we got high on vodka and tequilla haha...after which we dcided to returned to MOS aft about an hr..(wrong decision) MOS was too crowded and i liked e music at O bar!saw some cute guys but o time to fool ard cos MOS was waiting haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless 2 dance in the Smoove room though we did try...but aft gettin pushed and nearly suffocating, we went to e main arena..okies ppl now a piece of gd advice..when they r havin foam and bubbles don't, don't and don't tilt ur face upwards! i swallowed foam accidentally!!!and guess wat!!!had a horrible time coughing 4 nearly an hr..no amt of water helps trust me..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile we go surrounded by 4 fugly guys..ughhh so we ran away haha no not realli jus moved ard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were outside MOS , a drunk angmoh came and said&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Angmoh:"Hey ladies, you know what I am thinking? I think that....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel: "You know what I am thinking, I think that you are drunk."*Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Angmoh:"I think that you are sexaye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but he was cute if i recall properly lol&lt;br /&gt;after MOS we went 4 an early brkfast, late supper/dinner wateva u call it at Mac..whereby some french guy, Maddy sat bside us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy: can i join u gals&lt;br /&gt;The three of us: 3 hard stares&lt;br /&gt;Maddy: ah ha (while sitting down)so r all of u singaporeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically he was an uninvited but nice guest...oh and his fren finsihed wj's french fries haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogues of the nite:&lt;br /&gt;"I think ur shirt is cute"&lt;br /&gt;"I think ur sexaye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy,"R u going back to MOS?"&lt;br /&gt;Mady's fren," Ya and she's going to dance with the apple pie in her hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche dialogue:" Sorry he's drunk" 4 got how many times we heard dat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114192807001159149?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114192807001159149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114192807001159149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114192807001159149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114192807001159149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/click-on-pic-its-nice-dunno-y-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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-23529432.post-114180329297455738</id><published>2006-03-08T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:34:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just looking thru wan jun's blog and read her sec sch days entry...&lt;br /&gt;i so agree with u...sec sch days were soo fun, the younger u r the better..skinned knees are easier to mend than broken hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those sec 1&amp;2 days e most whereby we were alwayz MIA(missin in action), sleepin in class behind the textbks, eating when the teacher wasn't looking and playing hide-n-seek with the discipline master to skip classes, the time when ppl in the school gangs were considered cool (puhh lease it seems daff now, makes me almost cringe in reminiscene), and when my english was accentuated with chinese and malay..i find it impossible to speak like dat now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember my frens and i were so sick of running 2.4 km and nvr passing it that we took a cab in sec 4..wonder y we didn't do it 4m sec 1 itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i miss e most is seeing As and Bs on my test papers...a real rare site in Mass comm...and after playin ard with words i miss Maths..gosh! i dun blive am saying this not after i spent my entire sec 4 yr doing TYS...but it paid off haha..c hard work yields results..Assignments/HW was soo much easier then, yet we complained it was too much..had i had clairvoyance skills i'd hav treasure that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course am not complaining about poly life...my 2 yrs in ngee ann so far have bn the most memorable especially my yr 2..whereby all of us went thru a vast change. That comes 4m comparing myself as how I was as a fresher and now here I am in my last yr..i realli hope it's last yr a bit scared after giving the killer exams.. and so r most of u I KNOW!!!haha gd luck 4 ur results :&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114180329297455738?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114180329297455738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114180329297455738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114180329297455738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114180329297455738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-just-looking-thru-wan-juns-blog_07.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23529432.post-114174971018668301</id><published>2006-03-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:22:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh alas Zenith has materialised...thks to wan jun and sujeet and me but  all credit goes to me discredit goes to em haha kidding lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets c how long my this new hobby survives..by the way tis is my 2nd blog ppl...i abandoned e 1st half way haha..and now u all shall b tormented with my poems, complaints, and tales lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23529432-114174971018668301?l=msbollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114174971018668301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23529432&amp;postID=114174971018668301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114174971018668301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23529432/posts/default/114174971018668301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbollywood.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahh-alas-zenith-has-materialised.html' title=''/><author><name>MsBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438697357220095744</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>
