tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70358242011-04-22T12:41:22.491+08:00My blog ,my life,my businessshreenoreply@blogger.comBlogger3001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1129645389220590742005-10-18T22:22:00.000+08:002005-10-18T22:23:09.220+08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">You have reached the end of this blog.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112964538922059074?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1129219877601567182005-10-13T23:29:00.000+08:002005-10-17T23:05:59.326+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="color:yellow;">I</span> <span style="color:lime;">have</span> <span style="color:aqua;">2</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>ssign<span style="color:blue;">me</span>nts,2</span> <span style="color:blue;">tests,2</span> <span style="color:lime;">projects</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> <span style="color:red;">4</span> <span style="color:aqua;">ex<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ms</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">...</span> <span style="color:blue;">pretty</span> <span style="color:lime;">gud</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:aqua;">life</span>...</span> <span style="color:red;">im</span> <span style="color:aqua;">st<span style="color:lime;">a</span>rting</span> <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> <span style="color:blue;">enjoy</span> <span style="color:lime;">this</span> <span style="color:yellow;">stress</span> <span style="color:red;">thing</span> <span style="color:aqua;">...its</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">keepin</span> <span style="color:blue;">me</span> <span style="color:lime;">from</span> <span style="color:yellow;">thinking</span> <span style="color:red;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>bt</span> <span style="color:aqua;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>lott</span><span style="color:lime;">a</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">things</span> </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="color:yellow;">i</span> <span style="color:lime;">he<span style="color:lime;">a</span>rd</span> <span style="color:yellow;">some<span style="color:red;">on</span>e</span> <span style="color:red;">quote</span> <span style="color:aqua;">this..</span> "<span style="color:fuchsia;">even</span> <span style="color:blue;">if</span> <span style="color:lime;">you</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>re</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">learning</span> <span style="color:aqua;">how</span> <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> <span style="color:blue;">ride</span> <span style="color:lime;">a</span> <span style="color:yellow;">bicycle</span> <span style="color:lime;">you</span> <span style="color:lime;">fall</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">down</span> <span style="color:blue;">more</span> <span style="color:lime;">than</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:red;">on</span>ce</span> <span style="color:red;">,in</span> <span style="color:aqua;">Life</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">...</span><span style="color:lime;">You</span> <span style="color:blue;">will</span> <span style="color:lime;">fall</span> <span style="color:yellow;">!But</span> <span style="color:red;">that</span> <span style="color:aqua;">doesnt</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">mean</span> <span style="color:lime;">you</span> <span style="color:lime;">give</span> <span style="color:yellow;">up</span> <span style="color:red;">trying</span> <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">reach</span> <span style="color:blue;">what</span> <span style="color:lime;">you</span> get"</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em>pl<span style="color:lime;">a</span>nn<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ng <span style="color:red;">on</span> <span style="color:aqua;">doing</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">communications</span> next..</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="color:yellow;">i</span> <span style="color:lime;">have</span> <span style="color:yellow;">no</span> <span style="color:red;">regrets</span> <span style="color:aqua;">though..</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">learning</span> <span style="color:blue;">IT..</span> <span style="color:lime;">because</span> every<span style="color:red;">on</span>e needs <span style="color:lime;">a</span> spec<span style="color:yellow;">i</span><span style="color:lime;">a</span>l sk<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ll <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> be <span style="color:lime;">a</span>ble <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> cope these d<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ys..</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em>but the problem <span style="color:yellow;">i</span>s <span style="color:blue;">if</span> <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> should do <span style="color:yellow;">i</span>n BB<span style="color:lime;">A</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> do <span style="color:lime;">a</span> cert <span style="color:yellow;">i</span>n <span style="color:fuchsia;">communications</span> or do <span style="color:lime;">a</span> d<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>rect deg course <span style="color:yellow;">i</span>n <span style="color:fuchsia;">communications</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> t<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ke <span style="color:lime;">a</span> bus<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ness elect<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ve <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> then he<span style="color:lime;">a</span>d for the Mb<span style="color:lime;">a</span><span style="color:fuchsia;">...</span> my d<span style="color:lime;">a</span>d th<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>nks <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> shld jus t<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ke <span style="color:lime;">a</span> sep<span style="color:lime;">a</span>r<span style="color:lime;">a</span>te cert <span style="color:red;">on</span> communc<span style="color:lime;">a</span>t<span style="color:yellow;">i</span><span style="color:red;">on</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> jus t<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ke <span style="color:lime;">a</span> BB<span style="color:lime;">A</span> r<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ght <span style="color:yellow;">no</span>w .. but <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> d<span style="color:red;">on</span>t re<span style="color:lime;">a</span>lly th<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>nk <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> shld do <span style="color:red;">that</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">...</span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> <span style="color:fuchsia;">even</span> <span style="color:blue;">more</span>.. <span style="color:blue;">if</span> <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> shld do <span style="color:yellow;">i</span>t loc<span style="color:lime;">a</span>lly or go so<span style="color:blue;">me</span>where else.<span style="color:fuchsia;">even</span> <span style="color:blue;">if</span> <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> Do go elsewhere. where <span style="color:aqua;">to</span>? <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> would <span style="color:red;">that</span> pl<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ce <span style="color:lime;">a</span>ctu<span style="color:lime;">a</span>lly be of ben<span style="color:blue;">if</span><span style="color:yellow;">i</span>t <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> <span style="color:blue;">me</span> <span style="color:yellow;"><span style="color:lime;">a</span>nd</span> the l<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ne <span style="color:yellow;">i</span> w<span style="color:lime;">a</span>nn<span style="color:lime;">a</span> enter <span style="color:yellow;">i</span>n?! </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="color:yellow;">i</span> jus c<span style="color:lime;">a</span>nt w<span style="color:lime;">a</span><span style="color:yellow;">i</span>t for next yr,.. ..</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="color:lime;">a</span>ctu<span style="color:lime;">a</span>ly <span style="color:aqua;">to</span> be h<span style="color:red;">on</span>est <span style="color:red;">im</span> <span style="color:red;">on</span>ly w<span style="color:lime;">a</span><span style="color:yellow;">i</span>t<span style="color:yellow;">i</span>ng for <span style="color:aqua;">2</span>007<span style="color:fuchsia;">...</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112921987760156718?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1129177655586726432005-10-13T11:50:00.000+08:002005-10-13T23:28:41.673+08:00<div align="right">Have you realised how certain" adults" have this misconception that maturity comes with behavior and not how you handle yourself?? wake up hun ! because,Maturity doesnt come when you flaunt off big words or putting the fork left to the plate.It comes with experiences and its jus the way you view things in life. Its your stupidity if you think being excited and expressing one's joy is being Immature. really i see you're a sad sad soul.i feel sorry for you.</div><div align="right">i be my geniune self to my friends. Thank god i know NOW, your not!</div><div align="right">seriously Why do i have to meet such B-O-R-I-N-G folks?!</div><div align="right">Now that is a question i need to really think about </div><div align="right">.i realised..These people .. are the ones i have to be wary of ...!! You cant make friends with people who adjust to you.. you make friends and you accept them for who they are!!. Unfortunately ive made a mistake in choosing who are my friends and who are jus passing clouds.well it better be late than never. haha! </div><div align="right">i didnt give you the liberty to judge me..so dont even try.</div><div align="right"><div align="right">People really tend to confuse the line between maturity and Living your life! unfortunately YOU may lead a boring life. I dont. I express my self AND my feeelings.And i happen to Enjoy it . I aint changin SHIT for you..and you have a problem with that?..guess what? KISS MY BROWN ASS! </div>I hope i dont have to be more circumlocutious to get the Message across </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><div align="right">AIYO please la if you have a problem tell me straight up my face.so i'll have time to dismantle your face! dont come and vomit out ure hate on me la .deal with Your goddamn issues. </div></div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112917765558672643?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1129011642209139212005-10-12T13:02:00.000+08:002005-10-12T13:48:27.986+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/1600/5004b.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/320/5004b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Im sorry but im jus a self proclaimed Michael Bubl'e fan... so if your not.or you wanna criticize STFU...<br /><br /><strong>10th oct</strong><br />before the show<br /><br />it was aproximately 7.20 and we were waiting impatiently tryin to grab a cab at kalang mrt station.. i was jus overwhelmed with the excitement and really couldnt contend myself , it was rush hour too. and by the time we got in the cab.. my excitement level started to rise.. and my friend wasnt all that pleased.but nonetheless my hyper-reaction level is darn high...anyways we reached the stadium in 15 mins.. the place was So conjested i was starting to feel a lil weary... but honestly i was so jumping up and down inside my heart ofcourse. struggling with my killer heels.. we entered the north entrance and apparently our seats were at the east... and it was on the other end and The North entrance queue stretched out to the East entrance by the time we got past all the annoying crowd and in the stadium ...phew.. they had limited security in the front ... and we got to our seats which was at the east top end it had the whole perfect view of the stadium unfortunately an odd angle of the stage. but i figured we are goin to be listenin most of the time i didnt think it would matter.. but boy was i wrong. :(<br /><br />anyways...<br /><br />MB started the show fabulously late since our latebirds were streaming in the stadium until 8.30 or so.. it felt lke a really long wait.<br />i WAS estatic when he came out starting with his "Feeling so good" number ... and hell yea it made me feel so good!.. i was jus starting to melt.. right then ... came my other favs 'fever' ...' Moondance' the CRowd was ROCKIN more than a rock concert! the audience were absolutely fantastic. he also sang "home" and"i got you under my skin"im jus soo in AWE.. ever since ...Michael buble made me a very happy girl that day. and the day after..<br /><br />MB grooved to the sassy beats and ofcourse mesmerized the audience with his charm.. *sigh*<br />im sorry..i jus cant go on any further.. only becos its distracting my thoughts of his godly voice<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/4169/snap004711hh.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/4169/snap004711hh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I got this baby yesterday.WHOOHOO to my dad and mom .well It aint a big deal but it made me happy nonetheless :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112901164220913921?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1128681127871396292005-10-07T18:20:00.000+08:002005-10-07T18:34:30.560+08:00<div align="left">of my school.....</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">My school is the craziest rundown weird place in singapore! lol rumor has it its the school where it manifests crooks and criminals of this country.. and even some royal blood !:S:S not really la! but i guess there are more than jus a few bad apples from this bunch?! Did you know that my school has a nigerian princess studying with a bodygaurd walking arnd the whole school wearing sum kinda freakyass turbanish things! and heck yea the princesss is PRETty!! like some arabian princess sort!! but she always wear that . IMAGINE THAT !ha! a princess in my school. tsk tsk ..and also another nigerian whos the Ambassador's daughter! the ONly two nigerian girls in singapore and they study at my school.. OF all the schools *rolls eyes* i guess even the nigerian officials became a sucka for these dudes! but </div><div align="left">it seems my school is a big ass shiat in nigeria ... hmmm </div><div align="left">i hope it aint as fucked up as my school.. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">ahhhh but its interesting..apart from the geek population in my school ! Thankgods my friends are not...or are they?... okay maybe im jus one of the bad sort of the group?blah.. computers never really got to me.. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">even more is that My schools exstudents consisted of a rapist..and who can forget the forever changing CEOs! one that looted the company... another in forgery!.. only in my school.. where IM stuck. and it seems its even runn by some mafia.CRAP.*someone pray for me? * </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112868112787139629?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1128514245100314782005-10-05T19:18:00.000+08:002005-10-06T00:00:54.796+08:00got tagged thing.. from a kind soul mr spidey..:)<br />so here it is<br /><br />Seven things you plan to do before you die:<br />1) build a multimillion dollar empire (like..donald trump)<br />2) figure out this love thing<br />3)build an ashram for helpless kids<br />4)buy a luxury yatch or a plane and bring my mom and dad on that plane<br />5)travel in a hot air balloon over new zealand<br />6) an expedition to africa or eygpt<br />7)be a secret agent for a day<br /><br />Seven things you can do:<br />1) make friends<br />2) sing nonstop once i hear a song<br />3) dance like the old MJ!you'll be in awe when u see my moves<br />4)accept ghost existance and leave them alone<br />5) survive on only chocolate icecream for a whole month<br />6)kick any girl's ass (anyone except my sister-shes not human i SWEAR!)<br />7)fake a heart attack<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Seven things you can't do!!!<br />1) be a computer analyst<br />2) live without fruit juice<br />3) drink an egg yolk..watever u call those nasty things<br />4)<br />Seven Celebrity Crushes: in no particular order<br />1) brad pitt<br />2)Tyson beckford... damnn...<br />3)matt damon<br />4) paul walker<br />5)pharell william<br />6)Will smith<br />7)arya<br /><br />Seven often repeated WORDS/PHRASES<br />1) ishwara<br />2)lame<br />3)what<br />4) like..<br />5)Pulease<br />6)dumbass<br />7)aiyoo<br /><br /><br />Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex<br />1)who knows what he wants in life<br />2)understanding<br />3)trustworthy<br />4)imaginative<br />5)Fun being his invisible name<br />6)approachable<br />7)laid back<br /><br />Seven people you want to tag..<br />i dun think pple read my blog much :D.. anyone who sees this.. post it on ure blog and link me here?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112851424510031478?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127813805628084292005-10-01T16:51:00.000+08:002005-10-01T23:14:20.653+08:00<blockquote>you'll never feel or know love, if your analysing it<br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112781380562808429?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127987719192945492005-09-29T17:42:00.000+08:002005-09-30T17:39:29.806+08:00You know whats the dumbest thing i came across?... guess what i got when i typed *best singapore blogs* ... some chick's blog. prolly cos she was posting god knows how many kazillion pictures of herself..talking abt every thing girly..from manicures and pedicures basically i dont have hate for the sista... cos i mean i wasnt bored reading that even.. heck even i blog dat shit.. but still,i blog for different purpose.. and my problem isnt even that ,why isnt there anyone *frm singapore *talking abt real original information happening around the world? ...but really i dont think any informative singapore blogs exist.<br /><br /><br />even if they do... probably informative on kamasutra..or FOOD.. or where to get the good buys.<br /> <span style="color:#3333ff;">i mean i dont think i have a problem with that too...</span> especially <br />having this place being too small,conjested and hell of a strain on a daily basis.. we could only blog abt our vents ... now i think that too is Restricted...<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">its all good its all good... </span><br /><br /><br /><br /> You get ure ass whooped by the "Higher power" even if you think that ur ass aint clean * they'll charge u for * foul smell or unhiegenic Threat to the fellow people*<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>ps:i hope im not in hot soup for this ... *crap*</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i had the strangest dream yesterday too.. i dreamt of him..it was already 2007...and he was changed ..hmmm.. maybe the dream is telling me sumthing... "i had too much chicken yesterday !"<br /><br /><br />im having problems after problems.. i dont wanna trust anyone with it. never did.. except for him.. but even that might result in a dilemma?...<br /><br />i dont think i should trust anyone at all times.. im sick of this shit..my life needs an upgrade o'l dude!!!!!!!!<br />its runnin on a pentium 1.0,i need atleast a pentium 4.5!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112798771919294549?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127924945859478022005-09-29T00:22:00.000+08:002005-09-29T00:32:59.683+08:00it drizzled a little like 1/2 hr ago... kinda nice......came back from a 3 hr class ..or should i say nonstop bullshitting.. the 'lecturer" was reading the entire context out of the textbook which was published in 1998? because i think the whole module is jus a waste of my god given time.<br /><br />anyways.. the only thing interesting about the class is how the lecturer talks about other crap. like the IT industry and further studies.*atleast hes still on the same track* ...speaking of crap....<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/1600/Rhinopoo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/320/Rhinopoo.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />dats wat i came across .. i thought i shall share the disgust ... anyone vomitted yet? thats really nasty isnt it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112792494585947802?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127452775849520342005-09-23T13:16:00.000+08:002005-09-25T10:24:24.000+08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">my mom and granma came frm india yesterday... how do i tell them...<br />these are the times dat i feel like god is really testing me to the core</span>...<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>i finished the davinci code finnally.it gives me the goosebumps.. its overwhelming...im not one bit regretting buying that book...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">now...i need to get some real reading with my course books...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">i miss him alot..really alot..im literally slashing down the days on my calender till its over...sighhh </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">its all for a reason ..its alll for a reason</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112745277584952034?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127285082976359422005-09-21T14:32:00.000+08:002005-09-21T14:44:42.983+08:00im a real mess right now.. my head hurts soo bad.. after effects of yesterday... i dont feel like doing anything right now. i jus felt like pourin my heart out sumwhere...<br /><br />cried enough that i cant seem to cry anymore..<br /><br />i didnt lose anything but.. certain facts will kill you inside...and "god works in mysterious ways.. " thats what he said... <br />i know im too emotional im too sensitive ...im a drama queen...but its jus the way i am ... i cant seem to change it..im tryin to...for you...but i cant...<br /><br /><br />everything felt perfect or less than perfect ...even that was heaven to me, thats it folks.. you can expect a physco suganya for the next two years.. i have so many things to do..<br />but right now...<br />right now<br />i jus want him.<br /><br />god knows whats going to happen in 2 friggin years...he'll be cold and uncomfortable right now<br />.. poor chellam...<br /><br /><br />"you think your the one im goina be thinking of at this point? i have alotta things on my mind right now..i cant be thinking of this "<br /><br /><br />i know.. i know.. what was i thinking... even after 2 yrs i dont know what i shld be expecting.. everythings soo scary...<br /><br />*slaps self *<br /><br />i need to stop thinking<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112728508297635942?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127212006445240992005-09-20T18:20:00.000+08:002005-09-20T18:30:16.756+08:00baby please... Pogathaadaa...aiyooo...pooogaathaaaa...<br />dumbass...jackass..idiot.. pandi..paeyi...<br /><br />how am i goina go through all these days without?/<br />before it was okay.. its getting harder by the minute now dat things are different..<br />im goin crazy..<br />and your thinking...<br /><br /><br />6.21 pm.. exactly in 2 n half hours...and 2 years.. this is soooo bull.. how could this happen... i was dreading this day.. i was really really dreading this day.. i guess you were too..i cant even compromise with anything else... i dreamt up so manythings...with you and me...<br />this is really shitty...im hoping i could come with you.. that sounds absurd...but.. yea.. i wish.. i wish..<br /><br /><br /><blockquote>and where are you now<br />now that i need you<br />tears on my pillow,<br />whenever you go cry me a river,<br />that leads to your ocean<br />youll never see me fall apart<br />in the words of a broken heart<br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112721200644524099?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1127056275085583972005-09-18T22:22:00.000+08:002005-09-18T23:15:46.563+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/1600/CRW_2666_NSN.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/320/CRW_2666_NSN.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">If a man commits a sin..<br />You can be sure he gets punished for that.<br />even if someone who doesnt believe in karma,well you may argue karma is the same as how you dont believe in god or how this world got created.<br />Or whatever polemic views you might have. if you are an atheist or a believer ...you should believe there is Good and bad.<br />or atleast Right from wrong. in that sense , its happening all around us... some of us choose to call it names.. like karma.. some of us jus think theres no reaction to such things...and that its just a state of mindset. maybe we outa do a lil math on things like this ....<br /><br /><br /><br />Nomatter how much we can ignore it.. we cant NOt accept these facts.<br /><br /><br />if u FUk up your goina get fuckd .<br />if your thinking of messing up someones life.. you can probably expect your life to be as such too.<br /><br />why do we need all this evil mindset?<br />live and let live . </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112705627508558397?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1126544212690171642005-09-13T00:51:00.000+08:002005-09-18T13:49:09.736+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;">naaam iruvarum saerum saamayam</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"> naam kaigalilae varum imaayam.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;">naam thottathu ethuvumm ammaiyum...<br />ithu<br />anbaaal inainthaa ithayam...<br />ennn anbae aruyiiire<br />enn anbaeee aruyir<br />neeyeee<br />enn annbaeeee aruuyiireeeeeeeee<br /><br /></span><br /></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112654421269017164?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1125740094001395682005-09-03T17:28:00.000+08:002005-09-08T01:00:33.786+08:00<span style="color:#ff6600;">for the next 2 yrs its going to be soo gloomy and uncertain.</span><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>kannathasan is sucha genius. sometimes..his songs even when truth can be painful,its kinda comforting in a sense that you can relate to it?</strong></span><br />................<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;">ponnai virumbum boomiyilae ennai virumbum oaruyiraepudhaiyal thaedi alayum ulagil idhayam thaedum ennuyirae</span><br /><br /><br />............<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">வாழ்ந்து பார்க்க வேண்டும் அறிவில்மனிதனாக வேண்டும் வாசல் தேடி உலகம் உன்னைவாழ்த்திப் பாட வேண்டும்</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><br />fantastic... and refreshing..<br /><br />i need to go out and party really badly.i cant even remember when was the last<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112574009400139568?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1125550856065294102005-09-01T12:35:00.000+08:002005-09-01T13:00:56.086+08:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">you'd think im a goner and really hopeless in deciding what to do with my life..<br />but if life was so easy i wouldnt need to think so much or even blog so much.<br />the inexperience in life that i have is what drivin me to blog i think..lol<br /></span><br />*rant open*<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /><br />im sick of waitin on her..<br />fuking pissing me off sooo much.im not the one to wait on pple okay! i dont take shit from noone ! and this.. this.. idiot thinkin she sum maharani!?i know i know shes suffering at this time bla bla bla.. honestly. i know for a fact she wud never do this shit for me if i was in her situation.. bloody shithole!! ive went thru shit and im not sum wussy cryin abt it.!FUKK U AND FUCK ure bf! i dun give a shit nemore.. im soo callin them and lettin them noe this aint goina continue! too bad i aint ure fukin maid biatch!<br /></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/1600/Clipboard01.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/320/Clipboard01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />*rant end*<br /><br />*happy thoughts happy thoughts* ...<br /><br /><span style="color:#999900;">i downloaded this new theme for my desktop it rokz.! but its under windowblinds.kinda annoyin. but it still rockz.. ..</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;">i need to get a new scope on life really..im sick of the pple i meet these days..and the people who i see everyday,the things i do the places i see.. its such a drag.. i need a new environment. i want to experience new cultures..new people with diff mind sets... the kinda people you cant assume what they are like you noe? but i guess dats kinda impossible cos every person you meet in life you have an assumption on what they are like..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">but seriously i want to be in a place where people have interest in art and music and being happy ..people who take the initiative to make someone else smile... that kinda people.. you dont meet in singapore. singaporeans im sorry to say are very conjested sort of folks.. live in their own cocooned HTB flats afraid to look at another person on the lifts and give a smile jus for the sake of makin someone else smile. nope dat rarely happens in singapore. and im worried im startin to blend in with this sad people! that is not goina happen with me! </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;">even they raise their kids like that! have you came across a chinese or malay or even the indian kids in singapore smiling back when u smile at them??</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;">not that idont see that ever.. but mostly all the kids look so tormented for some reason..its sad saad ..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;">for the verdict..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;">singaporeans are sadists!period.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112555085606529410?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1124424059943249812005-08-19T11:58:00.000+08:002005-08-23T13:17:56.590+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/1600/dark-red-rose-lge.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/320/dark-red-rose-lge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />me and him?..<br />we really share like a great great chemistry.<br />but im feeling insecure in ways..<br />i never thought i'd be feeling insecure especially in love?<br />nomatter how much he talks freely with me.<br />i can still sense that in someway<br /><br />we argue soo much its not even funny..<br />but the more he makes me hate him<br />the more im startin to..<br />well...<br />he loves deep red roses...<br /><br /><br />and the dreadful 24th is coming..im worried fuckin sick..even thats creating problems with us..his parents are not happy...<br />he said this at one point.. not in the chauvinistic sense but for arguementative sake...<br />he said " women are the ones who adjust to.. thats the reason men take control of things and thus the men being male chauvinists"<br /><br />sometimes..actually all the time.. i can never argue back... but serious dat mofo is soo gud at arguing he not only gets me to shut up..but even makes me agree dat he is right!<br /><br />please i mean ive been to debate and everything..im pretty gud debater....<br /><br />no doubt he'd make a fantastic lawyer..<br />i swear i cud never say all this to his face..cos dat bitch got an ego the size of everest lol<br />and he knows dat too..<br /><br /><br />i tink most of my problems.. my gurlfriends cant seem to understand..im sick of makin them understand too..<br />like some of my guy friends seem to understand sooo much better..<br /><br /><br />and the fact is im sick of lookin at people. who pretend ... being nice.. watever u noe<br /><br />some people i can see pretense right thru.. it makes me puke. the fact that im nice to people makes him think that im naive.. being nice and naive are totally diff things...<br /><br />i am nice but definetly not naive.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112442405994324981?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1124206475603986502005-08-16T23:34:00.000+08:002005-08-19T11:56:42.286+08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>im never doin anythin to do with computers for a career.<br />you noe some mistakes in life actually teaches u lota things in life.<br />which u'd have never imagined dat you missed out learnin in school.<br /><br />infact im begining to take things lightly these days.<br /><br />Im planning to start a business with one of my gurl friends. jus like a<br />small off-track thing to take my mind of stress from school.<br /><br />some people can study. some jus CANT!im the latter.<br /><br /><br />but then again ive been raised to think education is the only thing dat<br />will get you to making it big in this world. im starting to realise that isnt infact true.<br />especially if your studying sumthing u dispise.<br /><br /><br />ive made some wrong choices in life so far, im learning from them...each and<br />everyone of em.. some of the mistakes havent given me much insight,we'll see..<br /><br /><br />you know how they say "make mistakes, but make sure you learn from them"<br /><br /><br />its a cruel world out there,its not about survival of the fittest anymore.<br />its the survival of the smartest in the 21st century. either book smarts<br />or street smarts.<br /><br /><br />i want to do so much. sometimes startin it... is whats hard.<br /><br /><br />im already 20 and i still havent started ...dats why im worried. my goals and<br />achievements need to start right abt now . ive already realised wat they are,thankfully.<br /><br /><br />i seriously have an admiration for highly ambitious people.or people of the high ends.<br />because they did an effort to make their lives and lifestyle better.<br /><br />the act of empowerment.reaching higher grounds<br />not that it makes u better than others.<br />but the fact that you thrive to make a difference.<br /></em></span><div></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">Greatness ..in my opinion.. not what has been given to you.but what you cultivate on your own,not what that has already been discovered but what you uncover,daring to change not to adjust</span>.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>i hate people who want to be associated with anything normal.<br />normality is a bore.normality is a sign of weakness in my view .<br /><br />this is not a manifest of arrogance people.<br />but jus the fact that im trying to begin a revolution within myself<br /><br />revolution in my view is to procreate happiness to the beyond.<br /><br />without limitations....u may ask... even that word limitation on its own holds back what your tryin to achieve.</em></span></div><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">some quotes that always motivates me..<br /></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;">No great man ever complains of want of opportunity.<br /></span>Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet, Essayist<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;">Greatness be nothing unless it be lasting<br /></span>Napoleon Bonaparte<br /><br /><span style="color:#336666;">All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning</span><br />Albert Camus , French Existential Writer .<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;">There is a great man who makes every man feel small. But the real great man is the man who makes every man feel great.<br /></span>Gilbert K. Chesterton , British Author<br /></span></span><br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112420647560398650?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1124065848939591522005-08-15T08:16:00.000+08:002005-08-15T08:30:48.946+08:00yea saturday did come.probably a 20th i`d never forget. its all good.but you know everybirthday i have to cry about somthing. this yr was no diff. maybe i cried cos of reality check.i think its stil good that you cry on your birthday. its a day to realise ure mistakes,to remember ure loved ones. everythin i guess...sometimes i forget what life is about..from a possitive opinion..<br /><br />"Im not made to study, im made to learn" gagaga i made dat one<br /><br />i went to temple in the mornin.. waited a whole hr for the queue which was moving Exceptionally slow<br />..did archanas and ate my fav sweet pongal ..<br /><br /><br />came back arnd 1 and when to Kerala cuisine joining sunitha and usha to Vaettu a scrumptious malabar briyani and other YUMMY things until i got bloated.<br /><br /><br />from there we went to orchard..not expecting a surprise rooftop garden bday cake cutting. :)was taken aback kel,yoga,errol,usha,shivani n her bf, chandra ,anitha,and siva ...were all there. hiding in the ambush.lol<br /><br />i freaked out.and it was obvious enuff.<br /><br />after that we went for Bewitched.<br />that was a pretty alright day ...<br /><br />people i never expected to wish me ..did infact wish me.which was a pleasant surprise.<br /><br />except for one dumb numbskull. sure i did BLOW up and everything. im still upset abt it though. cos that was wat i was expecting the most. blah its okay.. im okay..<br /><br /><br />jackass<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112406584893959152?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123677932538473852005-08-10T20:38:00.000+08:002005-08-10T20:45:32.543+08:00im reallly hatin for this saturday to come. honestly NO reason watso ever to be happy about it at this point. im sucha lazy lion argh. ive been eating sleeping ...sleeping ... eatin ... munchin.. sleeping. sleeping. all three days. did everything except touch the books. actually i did touch it but it jus didnt go inside my brains. argh BRAIN lag AT THE wrong time!AGRHHHHHHHH<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112367793253847385?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123513676536357052005-08-08T23:02:00.000+08:002005-08-08T23:11:05.410+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />EXAMS...<br />ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh<br /><br />i hate em.. dis is this the time<br /><br />where sleep jus comes automatically<br />i take the initiative to clean my house spik and span<br />i always do things snail slow.ie:closing and openin a pen or a cap ..<br />im always hungry<br />i even cooked :S argh.<br />i SO despise studying.<br /><br /><br />My dentist called! ...<br /><br />does dat happen to all people?<br />i mean their dentist calling to ask abt the appointment.<br /><br />yea i was too chicken to go for today's appointment.<br /><br /><br />as some of u guys might have known i chipped my teeth :'( now ..lets be HUSH abt it.<br />PFFt yea rite.<br /><br />I cleaned my room.(finally)<br />cooked.(mushroom gravy and bean sprouts)<br /><br /><br />the big 2-0 is goina hit me hard soon.<br />can i jus crawl up and die now?<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112351367653635705?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123429508680834142005-08-07T23:34:00.000+08:002005-08-08T17:43:26.650+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-size:130%;">I watched charlie and the chocola`te factory.. it has to be the weirdest movie ive ever seen so far,yes i didnt read the book. during my primary school days kids were so mesmerized by that book as i recall. the harry potter shit of those days i guess. blah.lol im really creeped out though<br /> especially by the candy houses and chocolate river and edible houses and materialistic things:S:S never really got to get over that hansel and gretel escapade. if i was a kid and got lost and saw a candy house and everything..i'd run the other direction screamin at the top of my lungs...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">but really my poor eyes couldnt handle the torture of seein johnny depp like a psycho retard ..</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">But..then again ... GOD ...can johnny depp Act!.hehe super hilarious . very interesting movie.atfirst i wasnt all keen on watchin the movie...but yea its a nice movie to watch ...dont expect it being A "candy shop" though.. i liked the part where ......</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">...</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">...</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">..</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">if u havent watched it and ure lookin at this line... i suggest u dun read on..</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">where.. that bratty gurl gettin chumped by the squirrels..i dun think the punishments werent enuf though :D dey shuddve cracked her head instead of a nut..lol...haha and the bimbotic mom was hittin on depp.. dat wus funny:)</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">after watchin dat movie..im kinda freaked abt chocolates now...but ofcourse :D i 'll eventually forget abt it..and eat some after </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112342950868083414?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123353293774082952005-08-07T02:25:00.000+08:002005-08-07T02:34:53.780+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;">how much do i want from this world? or well atleast my life? everything.and no im not being greedy. i jus dont want to bargain about matters in life. i dont wanna live again .but i dont wanna Not enjoy my life dat i have rite now?.. You cant see me fall apart to whoever wants to see me lose. i'll trip but that only makes me stronger.so stop all the tries to bring me down.thats not goina happen in this life.I dont even have to prove it to you that im better than u .cos bitch i am better than u. and only if i have the doubt would i even Try to let u noe dat!</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;"> </span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;">sum bitches jus cant get it straight. i seen so many people, most of the time.. i see Right through them.and when they pretend or act the way they do to cover their insecurities, jus makes me feel sorry for them.well you know wat they say ..its a tough world , there'll always be people running beside you but in the end wat matters is who gets there first ;) like you know,its a competition only if you see people who intimidate you .other than that its jus a marathon rather than a race.</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112335329377408295?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123171169440111282005-08-04T23:50:00.000+08:002005-08-04T23:59:29.446+08:00i got into an arguement a few days ago ,saying the stupidest thing ever.which i so regret saying in all my life so far! <br /><br />"fools gettin shot"<br /><br /><br />i cud have been a smart one before.or atleast ignorant to my certain views ...but due to my stupidity and i could definetly blame my Pms on this one. i feel the worst at this point.not because of the fact i said sumthin stupid.<br /><br />but sayin sumthin stupid to someone who actually got deeply hurt in the process. im really sorry baby..aiyoo.. i dont admit to my mistakes.but this is the first time... im admitting to e fact ...what a fool i was to say that and i so deeply regret it .i wish i could take back those words .<br /><br /><br /><br />why do i have to get mood swings at the most crucial moments<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112317116944011128?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123056794271359292005-08-03T16:05:00.000+08:002005-08-03T16:13:14.273+08:00<span style="color:#6600cc;">my hopeful eyes lookin for these phones...<br /><img src="http://www.nokia.com.sg/BaseProject/Sites/SGEN_27971/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_med_8800.jpg" /><br /><br />NOKIA 8800<br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.nokia.com.sg/BaseProject/Sites/SGEN_27971/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_med_9300.jpg" /><br />nokia 9300<br /><br /><br />and then theres the N-series.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.nokia.com.sg/BaseProject/Sites/SGEN_27971/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_med_n90.jpg" /><br />NOKIA N90<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.nokia.com.sg/BaseProject/Sites/SGEN_27971/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_med_n91.jpg" /><br />NOKIA N91<br /><br />....and yes my handphone craze is yet to fade<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112305679427135929?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123056129451567232005-08-03T16:01:00.000+08:002005-08-03T16:02:09.453+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">10. I've been thinking...<br /><br />If she actually tells you she's been thinking, it's serious. And you can bet it involves marriage, cohabitation or the bitter end. It can take many forms, such as: "Why do you love me?" and "Have you ever thought about the future?" Again, have a brilliant exit plan at hand. A severed finger, for instance.<br /><br />9. Be a man.<br /><br />Nothing is quite as injurious as having your very manhood questioned. You could give in to her shame tactics and do what she wants, or deflect it by saying, "How about you be a woman and quit nagging?"<br /><br />8. My parents want to meet you.<br /><br />This means two things:<br /><br />The relationship has crossed an important milestone of seriousness. You're about to be psychologically cavity-searched under the family microscope.All you can do is hope her father doesn't mention that he has some rusty wire cutters he wants to put to use.<br /><br />7. I have a headache.<br /><br />That means no action for you tonight, buddy. But you can beat her to it. If you sense she's particularly tired when you're horny, give her an unsolicited aspirin and hope for the best.<br /><br />6. That's not the way my ex did it.<br /><br />You never talk about your ex in front of her. So you obviously weren't prepared for this. Now you're being measured against the man she dumped. Ouch. Defend yourself, quickly.<br /><br />5. What are you thinking about?<br /><br />Women are curious. They need to know your every thought, feeling, hunch and inkling. Men, on the other hand, don't like to discuss and explore everything; we're content to keep quiet.<br /><br />4. Do you find her pretty?<br /><br />She already caught you looking at that mind-blowing blonde that walked by, no matter how covert your glance. So if you say "no," she'll know you're lying and an argument will ensue. This is the time for very artful tact, such as, "Kind of, her ass is huge." Now pray.<br /><br />3. Do you notice anything different about me?<br /><br />You know you're in trouble if you don't. And the longer you take to answer, the more frustrated she'll become, which makes you more frantic. And when you finally bellow, "Oh, you got a new haircut!" she storms out, throwing her new earrings on the floor.<br /><br />2. My friend is pregnant/engaged.<br /><br />This seems harmless enough, until you catch that thinly veiled hint of disappointment in her voice. At this point, you know she really means, "When will we be engaged/pregnant?" Be prepared with an expert diversion at this point, such as faking a seizure. Unfortunately, nothing will help you when she comes at you with the even more chilling, "I'm pregnant." Good luck, buddy.<br /><br />1. We need to talk.<br /><br />What everyone should know about these words is that no good news ever follows. These four ominous words signal a problem with the relationship. Expect a breakup, or at the very least a long talk about how you're not meeting her needs. Either way, it's not pleasant. And there is little you can do to avoid it. And though this one is a real bruiser, nothing is quite as caustic, as savage, as utterly cataclysmic as, "Do you think I'm fat?" You're on your own.<br /><br />A rite of passage<br /><br />While no man likes to hear any of the aforementioned phrases, every man will, at some point, endure them. The best you can do is be prepared.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">extract:astrology.com</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112305612945156723?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1123055908472714812005-08-03T15:57:00.000+08:002005-08-03T15:58:28.476+08:00okay maybe im too much of a geek to actually quit blogging ...and so my crapping continues<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112305590847271481?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1121589827011853072005-07-17T16:42:00.000+08:002005-07-17T16:43:47.013+08:00anyway.im closing this blog .enough of this bullshit for ALL to see.<br />i dont really care abt who reads it ,but im sick of typing them i guess.i'd rather write my feelings out the old fashioned way so..yeap.byebye e-scrapbook<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112158982701185307?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1121589737574121052005-07-17T16:34:00.000+08:002005-07-17T16:42:17.580+08:00Right now i jus feel numb<br />so numb that i dont want to think anymore<br />so numb dat i dont even want to cry<br />if i do...i'll jus go mad.<br />or maybe i'll still go mad if i didnt cry..<br />im sick of figuring things out.<br />i want to run away from everything.<br />it jus sounds sooo easy you know?<br />my mom thinks goin on an exile is running away.i dont think so<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112158973757412105?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120999446502525532005-07-10T20:36:00.000+08:002005-07-12T00:25:07.556+08:00<blockquote><br /><br />In the event of my demise<br /><br />When my heart can beat no more<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I hope I die 4 a principle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Or a belief that I have lived 4</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I will die before my time</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Because I feel the shadow’s depth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">So much I wanted 2 accomplish</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Before I reached my death</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">I have come to grips with the possibility</span><br /><br />And wiped the last tear from my eyes<br /><br />I loved all who were positive<br /><br />In the event of my demise<br /><br /><br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br />"There's gonna be some stuff u gonna see that's gonna make it hard To smile<br />in the future, but through whatever you see, Through all the rain and all the<br />pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all<br />this bullsh*t"<br /><br /><br />"If God wanted me to be quiet he would've never showed<br />me what he does."<br /><br />-tupac -<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">mad respectttts! </span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">there are two type of categories people can be classified into.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">the #2 -People who try hard to fit themselves with their life,The types who are satisfied with how life flows for them.category people,are diligent in being a good citizen of this earth.and try to keep with the currents of the river . struggle through and try to reach the other end safely out to the ocean.They never think of struggling back thru the currents to get where THEY want in life.</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"># 1- people who take everyway possible to take Control of their life. </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">this #1s score the most and be #1 in watever they do. </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">i admire people who are in the #1 category.they Make the chanels in the river called life,they make the routes and they make the ruffles in that river. and they decide whether to end it or let it flow forever,like 2pac ...living his legacy even after his"death". which i definetly refuse to believe dat hes dead. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112099944650252553?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120838705152939492005-07-09T00:03:00.000+08:002005-07-09T00:05:05.153+08:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;">When i waant to see you face i shut min<br />When i waant to see you face i shut mine eyes, and i feel like i am get Axed by your appa.Since you look pretty like Simran statue i want stare you eyes,i dont care even to get axed on spine by your appa.Since you cheweet and worth every ruppie like portello,that is just why i lov too much you and dont know cow to explain. when i follow you or call you kundred time and kang up why not you say one time hello,i dont stop karassing you until you feel mine pain.<br />I dont meant to smell like a paruppu and fish currySo give me one time break and come a little bit closerI want to daste and kiss you like my ammas chicken curry So i ask one more time please stand closerI know i did stupid and show off with souped up 88 camary but it is all just to get you my darling to come closer<br />I like getting into very deep love,please take my hand and be togather forever with me.I wont go if i find better love,i know since i tamil you do not beilve me.I will protect you like the tiger,and love you like the rabbits. For you amma i will act and be bramin iyer,and say bi bi to my naughty habbits.<br />I will buy house on mountain,and i will try not be no more possive.and i dont no more peak thrugh you curtain,i will try to be understanding and not be abusive.i am knowing i love you for cetrtain,i no take you granted and be more attentive.<br />I have strong hearti wont no more talk about past it not important when you are apartso please come to me fasti take care of you like artand i will tell my mom not to worry about cast<br /><br />please my dumpling darling .. come be my kesari</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><br />:) cute and hilarious<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112083870515293949?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120838021255496952005-07-08T23:51:00.000+08:002005-07-08T23:53:41.260+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">GIRLS DICTIONARY:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Yes = No<br />No = Yes<br />May-b = No<br />"It's your decision" = The correct decision should be obvious by now!<br />" Do what u want" = You'll pay 4 this later!<br />We need to talk" = I need to bitch.<br />"Sure......Go ahead" = I don't want you too.<br />" I'm not upset" = Of course I'm upset, u stupid moron!<br />" How much do u love me?" = I did something today your not goin' like me 4.<br />"Is my butt fat?" = Tell me i'm beautiful.<br />" You have to learn to communicate!" = Just agree with me.<br />" Are you listening to me?" = Too late, you're dead!<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">GUY'S DICTIONARY:</span></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br />" I'm hungry" = I'm hungry<br />" I'm sleepy" = I'm sleepy<br />" I'm tired " - I'm tired<br />" Do you want to go to a movie?" = I'd eventaully like to have sex with you.<br />" Can I take you to dinner?" = I'd eventaully like to have sex with you.<br />" Can I call you sometime?" = I'd eventaully like to have sex with you.<br />" May I have this dance?" = I'd eventaully like to have sex with you.<br />"Nice dress" = Nice cleavage.<br />" You look tensed, let me give you a massage" = I want to fondle you.<br />" What's wrong? " = What meaningless self inflicted pshychological trauma are you going through now?<br />" What's wrong?" = I guess sex tonight is out of the question.<br />"I'm bored" = Do you want to have sex?<br />" I love you" = Let's have sex right now.<br />" I love you too" = Okay i said it we'd better have sex now!<br />" Let's talk" = I am tryin' to impress you by shown that I'm a deep person and maybe then you'd like to have sex with me!<br />" Will you marry me?" = I want to make it illegel 4 you to have sex with other guys.<br /><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112083802125549695?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120621717739489822005-07-06T11:46:00.000+08:002005-07-10T13:17:14.156+08:00<strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">anyway</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Im really digging georgette sarees these days!</strong></span><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><img src="http://shopping.bhaskar.com/images/prodimg/large/APR282_2lg.jpg" /> $63.00 @<a href="http://shopping.bhaskar.com/shop/category/apparels_&_accessories/womens_wear/sarees/georgette_silk_&amp;_chiffon_sarees">http://shopping.bhaskar.com/</a><br /><img src="http://shopping.bhaskar.com/images/prodimg/large/APR283_2lg.jpg" /> $70.00<br /><img src="http://shopping.bhaskar.com/images/prodimg/large/RS263_2lg.jpg" /> $125.00</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112062171773948982?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120543977073455862005-07-05T14:09:00.000+08:002005-07-06T11:46:48.450+08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>At one point of our lives we would have encountered a situation where we question Fate. Especially at times when circumstances point to the only direction ;the unexplained .<br />Often we categorize fate with dreams and possibly unexpected meeting with certain people.<br /><br />like how I met this friend of mine from australia. And how i feel abt Him'.<br /><br />maybe everything does have an explanation ,jus that we dont tend to see it forefront.<br /><br /><br />Like sometimes my negative traits can really hurt a person so much,even if i like it or not. Most of them times i cant help the way i handle things.<br /><br />And i Only feel the effects of this after the damage is done.<br /><br />I make my life Complicated for myself and Repent over it after.<br />I guess Thats classified as life.<br />*LOL*<br />I wonder How many times over and over ive discussed this. </em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112054397707345586?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120318019943121222005-07-02T23:22:00.000+08:002005-07-02T23:27:01.050+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;">Today's Forecast</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">You've had a guardian angel for some time now -- someone who's been watching over you from behind the scenes, making sure that absolutely nothing happens to you that shouldn't. Prepare to meet that guardian.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;">The Bottom Line</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Yep, you'll finally start finishing up all those projects you began ages ago.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">In Detail</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Ever see the movie 'City of Angels?' The idea behind it is that there's a whole legion of angels with us at all times, all of whom are right there by our sides every time a difficult or taxing situation comes up. They invisibly hold our hands, silently offer us words of comfort and make decisions that would be too tough for us to handle alone. Don't be surprised if you feel the presence of a benevolent guardian today.</span><br /><br /><br />*shocked*<br /> and the plot thickens...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112031801994312122?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120230414323443482005-07-01T22:44:00.000+08:002005-07-01T23:06:54.326+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;">i really hate blogging these days.. one thing is dat i fergot the purpose to why i blog .<br />two - no time to think. hehe ive been shopping and going out like nobody's business:) keke.<br /><br />ive never cared what people think of me.why shld i let anyone now?<br /><br /><br />you wud think this is all arrogance speaking.<br />people jus misjudge me most of the time.<br />they always tend to misinterpret pride for arrogance .<br />so it isnt really my fault. i make mistakes at the worst points of my life.<br />life is so unpredictable for me dat i even stopped trying to figure it out.<br />have you had a situation where someone comes up to you and says <br />"you are not perfect!"<br />which is quite rhetorical .<br />cos i happened to have already establish dat for a fact smartass.<br /><br /><br />and what's this hoohaa abt getting attracted to good-looking people?<br />attraction comes from personality .<br />looks jus merely covers the character up in a wrapping paper of different sorts .<br /> when are we going to stop drooling over the size of the present and<br /> how nicely its wrapped up than the actual "thought of the gift" itself?<br /><br /></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112023041432344348?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120228414653704312005-07-01T22:14:00.000+08:002005-07-01T22:39:56.133+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">never blogged abt my crappers.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">so hear yee hear yee</span></span><br />i dun really have a particular group dat i leech with,<br />in my opinion spending time one on one is so much better than a group meeting.<br />dont find group chillin much fun.<br />i personaly find a group of pple chilling together as lazy people being together.<br />the so-called Slackers.<br />ofcourse unless you have a group Activity together now That is wat im talkin abt.<br />instead i seem to have smaller groups of friends from diff sectors in my life.<br />:) hehee it would be really interesting if all cud meet each other.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">the School gang</span></span><br />which is subdivided to indians and non indians.<br />and further divided ..i'd rather not be too elaborate.<br /><br />then the<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" > solos from secondary school days</span> aka also my besties<br />one dont know each other or prolly dont knw i still keep in touch with them<br /><br />the <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">drama crew </span></span>*whom i adore and are interconnected<br /><br />the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">micellaneous</span></span> (includes people i meet unexpectedly )<br /><br /><br />then my<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" > sisters circle</span> who are interconnected to my other separate friends<br /><br />and then the<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" >unknown but close</span> online friends</span></span> (these pple might be pyschos but i take my chance with them mostly)<br /><br /><br />some friends <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">who i loose contact with</span></span> or due to unfortunate circumstances miss them ..<br /><br />phew.. there u have it. categorized friends. wherever they are from.they have one thing in common. they make great bitch partners or crap partners .:0) love you all Mwahz<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112022841465370431?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120061005928808902005-06-29T23:52:00.000+08:002005-06-30T00:07:17.353+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">10 desperate Ways to turn a person down *4 Dummies!!*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">1) let the other person know you'll only stay for EXACTLY 2hrs*time you assigned him/her * no more no less!*keep to ure word*</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">2) Always ..Always keep your belly out.dont even THink abt trying to tuck in yr tummy *applicable to ladies*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">3)tell him you need a brother/friend/sister ASAP.Insist on talking abt toilets and annoying kiddy behaviour</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">4)if its a movie date ,TRY to sit comfortably even if it means puttin ure leg on ure seat and tryina fold ure legs</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">5) if offered popcorn ,ACCEPT it rightaway.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">6) The stylish way to say NO to e victim after the date,*WARD ur fingers to the door and say BUHBYE* with a click sound followed by a wink .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">7) If your on a blind date. U be blind or atleast act.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">8)Try to talk Realy loud when you get a call.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">9) Always wear comfortable clothes.*even when they dont look dat great(dats the purpose of it)*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">10) If all else fails..point to the sky and say "HEY look!!!ITS superman!!"*and run like a muthafuka*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112006100592880890?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1120058009831769612005-06-29T22:58:00.000+08:002005-06-29T23:51:46.093+08:00<a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/1600/Image013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/553/413/320/Image013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">i pierced my nose :) :D i look retarded..but its sumthin new and im kinda excited hehe.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">i still think of him 24/7... he wants to "call"me out ...but his fucking ego still gets in his way to actually TELL me dat he friggin misses me.anyway i did tel him not to call me..cos please i need a break, i'll fall crazy in love again with him if i did hear his voice again and EVERYthing will rush in..and ahhh fuck this.I HATE myself for these thoughts.im jus living like its watever kinda ..u noe? The fact is that HE has no idea how i feel. whoohoo. well it doesnt matter rite.wat i feel is true.one thing good is dat I always Know whether my feelings are true or not! so AS far as me and my feelings are concerned ,im perfectly in love. i dont have to prove it to him or anyone. bah.screw this. i love my life. i want my life to be happy and carefree.im goina make my time as such.NOone is goina spoil that..... i shop when im happy. i smile when im happy. and I play with kids when im happy.and im doing Jus that!....</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">...</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">...</span><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">i jus....miss him...:( i need to be shot dead rite?....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">i know.<br /><br /><br />we are having normal family conversations at home :) and my family looks together now.:) *touch wood and ward off evil* i shall not jinx it.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-112005800983176961?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1119677909776780422005-06-25T13:32:00.000+08:002005-06-25T13:38:29.780+08:00ABout certain things:Im not goina complain. Im not goina complain.<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay the deal is , im through with love,like wat my astrologer said my marriage is gettin arranged.<br /><br />NO i mean not NOW u dumass<br /> but in the near future.lol R u mad to think i'll get married now?<br /><br />i think its okay.cos i wouldnt complain if i was forced into some relationship tied with some crazy guy deciding who i should be with for the rest of my life.<br />like wats worse dan tat rite?.come to think of it wats more worse dan rite now rite.<br />love isnt actually something SPECIAL or sum sort.<br />its jus some feeling that comes and goes when u find out ure goina die tomorrow or.. if tsunami hits..<br /><br />i'll pass dat. really.<br /><br /><br />I WILL.okay shudup .<br />my moms cooking hella good food. YUMMMAY!!!! LOVE YA MOM *AGAIN my love feeling comes as i smell the wonderful mint aroma from the vegetable biriyani *Grinz*<br /><br />GAGAga.sorry for crappin somemore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111967790977678042?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1119545732549446292005-06-24T00:54:00.000+08:002005-06-24T00:55:32.556+08:00<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" >MY MOMMY IS BAAAACKKK :):):)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111954573254944629?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1119365718594823502005-06-21T22:13:00.000+08:002005-06-21T22:55:18.636+08:00You know i was thinking.. theres a different way everyone feels abt a particular issue. i mean they look into it differently than others rite?<br />like theres the THINKER<br />...<br />then the FEELER<br />...<br />then the ANALYSZER..<br />...<br />and the STONE* those who dun give a jackshit abt it*<br /><br /><br />my age people are all p*ing in their pants to get their drivers license. i dont wanna take it jus yet. i'd rather be driven somewhere than to have drive someone. anyway..<br /><br />i dont know wat im blabbering here anymore. stupid blog.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />'<br />is this one thing dat got me trippin?<br />is this one thing you did?<br />is this one thing dat got me slippin<br />'<br />is this one thing you did?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111936571859482350?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116911529275082982005-06-20T12:53:00.000+08:002005-06-21T22:12:13.103+08:00<img alt="HASH(0x8a648e8)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1108208086_CMyDocumentsrose3.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Goddess of Roses and Love. You are a hopeless<br />romantic. Always optimistic and loving, you<br />have many friends and you are exceptionally<br />trustworthy. You are a innocent beauty.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20gorgeous%20goddess%20are%20you?"><span style="font-size:+0;">Which gorgeous goddess are you? </span></a><br /><span style="font-size:+0;">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com/">Quizilla</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br />pffff YEA rite! dats the corny'est quiz i ever took!i shld stop taking these stupid quizzes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111691152927508298?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1118896651206828882005-06-16T12:29:00.000+08:002005-06-17T15:37:53.736+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">life Suckz. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Need i say more?</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">i need to be like donald trump..and yet im being so useless rite now. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">U seen hippoz? im like dat. lyin arnd jus taking lifetime to get things done.. even hippoz wud prolly be more active than me at this point. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">i went jogging 4 days ago.and until today ive been walking like sum crippled zombie.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">i think theres sumthing wrong with my bone structure :P </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">anyway My Twin is comming to Singapore in coupla days!! WAT the hell rite? hahahahaa IM soo estatic.Finally someone who wud be as Hyper and as crazy as me to do ANYthing. i think i shld have like a whole army of pplelikeme thelunatics aka arnd Hahaha.jus the sound of dat is FREAKy..and i jus happened to have met one. lol. i have a feeling that history is abt to take place ..</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">the only thing im confused rite now is dat how am i goina entertain both my mom and my twinny ... :S *note to the WEIRDO-dat dont mean ure backing out on this!!!*</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">BAH.. i'll manage. :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111889665120682888?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1118766172126108512005-06-15T00:20:00.000+08:002005-06-15T00:23:42.336+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >In life after life, in age after age, forever.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >In life after life, in age after age, forever.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >It's ancient tale of being apart or together.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >You become an image of what is remembered forever.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >At the hear of time, love of one for another.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >We have played along side millions of lovers,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-rabindranath thakur<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This is the most romantic poem anyone could have ever written! </span></span><br /></div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111876617212610851?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1118663043567078752005-06-14T18:00:00.000+08:002005-06-14T17:59:39.263+08:00i sat down to study from morning till now *6 pm* and i have 5 flowers on my textpad and the highlighted headline,so far. <br />thats wat you call procrastination i guess. and to add to my misery they showin thiruda thiruda movie on suntv.GREAT! and oh yea i did everything else other than study for now :P i feel sick cos i stuffed my self with the food i cooked.my ammamma gave me the recipe on the phone.ITS ABSOLUTE heaven .ARGH.<br />im goina bloat up and burst one day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111866304356707875?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1118509221302033872005-06-12T00:47:00.000+08:002005-06-12T01:04:08.873+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">the things i do for sinful pleasures ..the things i splurge my money on!!! -_- . thanks to my oblivious mind state today. i jus got myself broke. whoohoo. i should seriously rethink my investments in the future.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">AHHh screw it! i live only once.<br /><br />TOday's rants -i was on my way back today .. and guess what i saw<br />this chinese couple sitting beside me<br />and this little kid who was arnd 3 yrs old? and he was sittin on his mom's lap staring at the back .<br />and i noticed that the chinese lady /girl/dumbfuck ? sitting beside me was holdin a lollipop!<br /><br />FOR lords sake!! the poor kid is staring cant u jus fucking lick it later or summin? MANNN and she KNOWS the lil boy is starin at her eatin it. So fucking disturbing ! i mean if u really wanna EAT the goddamn lollipop u shud ATLEAST wait till u gett outta the bus ?! What kinda human being are u?? and u noe wat folks?The kid was actually sulkin and buggin his mom to get him one too! Imagine tat? U FRIGGIN oldass biTCH !! i know u might think im overeacting.but its jus basic principles if ure an adult u shld Behave like one u friggin fuckface!<br /><br />I WAS soo pissed and disturbed at this. and she didnt care the boy was feelin miserable. she jus went on and on abt her lollipop.. why dont u jus go suck.. AGRH.. im sorry for my vulgarity.. people like this jus make me so mad. whats wrong with this world? friggin sadists all arnd!<br /><br /><br />anyway...lot other things happened today.i dun really feel like blogging abt it.<br /><br /><br />according to my friend -<br />mercedes car + rolex watch + gold jewellery =<br />gets you to an Apeh's(old china chinaz) rich lifestyle status<br /><br /><br />hahaha!!!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111850922130203387?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1118384218743282682005-06-10T14:16:00.000+08:002005-06-10T14:22:38.500+08:00<div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">have you had days when u feel liKE total bullpoop den u den up feelin so good and then back to feelin crappy again within a period of 6 hrs?<br />kinda sickens me..<br />i wud cry my eyes out for 3 hrs..and the next min everything will look right<br />its like swingin.<br /><br />the god almighty can be one big sadist at times.<br />playing with out lives like that.<br /><br />he prolly has numerous buttons to switch ure scenario.<br /><br />it was my dad's birthday yesterday.<br />my sister bought this sapphire watch which prolly cost her fukin fortune.<br /><br />where as i cud only jus wish him a happy birthday and<br />accompany him to the temple.<br /><br />why do i feel crap?<br /><br />and even more is that i had this really good conversation with him while commin back from the temple. which made me realise how much faith he has in me and my sister. he believes in us so so much. i was really touched<br />i'd never ever wanna spoil that .<br /><br />and oh yea he was like<br />giving me so much encouragement ..frankly speaking? i was desperate for sum of that fatherly advice.<br /><br />:)<br /><br />today?<br />i went to school today morning thinking i had school at 9 am. guess what?whoohoo i didnt. i went all the way there after a frigin painful travelling for 1 hr! and guess what MY STUPID friggin class was NEXT WEEK! ARGHHH sometimes my subconsicious mind KILLS me.<br /><br />this always happens u noe..<br /><br />im such a retard.UGH!<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111838421874328268?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1118116408988278572005-06-07T20:43:00.000+08:002005-06-07T20:43:11.723+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Life is once again good people.The rainy days are over for now.Life is jus beautiful not jus because its connected to love. so im jus glad. :) </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >i was thinking of everything good and positive for sometime.although i didnt look it at school.haha people kept bugging me wat was wrong. i was jus being tired and lazy *sheepish grin* and i was so bored with the stuff they discuss seriously.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >but there are two cuties i shld mention from school.shamini and hema. super sweet gurls.always so cheerful!which is so refreshing with those dreadful classes.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Im so anti social these days man. i used to run arnd with a stupid grin on my face before.now all people see of me is a big grumpy face .and i dont think its really nice to see that either :( and i even got thought of being unfriendly.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >i jus happened to be in a depression state.oh god dat reminds me of the state i was 4 yrs back.one whole friggin year i was a walking zombie.(to those who read this stupid blog haha im not like dat at all) didnt Care about anythin.jus thinking abt spikey all year and gettin depressed .lol poor shiva. she suffered the most .i always killed her with my long sulky stories.haha .but yea so many memories. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >but those days were purely fun. me and shivz used to go to this country club to chill at the swimming pool and we wud jus lie there like two hippos ( got reminded of gloria the hippo) in the water and there was this slab kinda thing at the pool area haha and pretend we were mermaids haha. and there was this looney srilankan 40 plus old guy who wud always irritate us if we broke any rules at the swimming area. CONSIDERING ther'll be only 10 pple at the pool! haha..fun times .fun times..</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > then There was the beach escapades. took a 1 hr and 40 min bus ride to the beach and it would pass like 30 mins !! cos we talk and talk and talk the Whole drive!! and Talk somemore when we reach the beach.<br />then the trips to downtown! It was so hilarious and fun ,<br />every outing was great! only she and i know it.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >i seriously couldnt have thought of losing dat kinda friendship? </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Well,the trip down the memory lane made me realise about my friendships worth!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >but one thing dat made me really think was ,to understand ones mistakes and accepts them is a true friend. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >i cuddve been a bit too clutchy in her point of view too right?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >and the fact that im really soo adamant and stubborn.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >boy oh boy im sucha fool at times.<br /><br />anyway Past is past.<br />starting afresh .<br />a new change.<br />feels good.<br />especially when im in a good mood .<br />i pour out so much positive energy at times<br />im glad i have a mentality like that with gods grace.<br /><br />and i talked to amma and gamma!<br />they sound like they really missed me too :)<br />*yay! *<br /><br />I asked my mom to get me some Athirasam from this mariamman temple in trichy!<br />I SWEAR that jus brings you to heaven and back!<br />Its as good as gold turned into food sorta thing!<br /><br />and i always dont say iLoveu or imissu<br />to my parents<br />dats wat really got me and my parents to be a bit distant i guess?<br />even in my sisters case<br />we never say iloveu or imissu<br />and it gets grouchy around especially cos of that.<br />But we cant bring that kinda gesture in my family anymore cos its too late and it will jus be so weird.like i jus said imissu to my mom on the phone and she was jus giggling and laughin.<br />but kinda awkward<br />cos her way of sayin imissu is<br />when she says "i'll cook for u all the goodfood when i get back"<br />and she did say dat :) so i guess it doesnt really matter if u<br />Said it as long as u felt it is enough..<br />note to self: when ure married or have a family,dont forget to shower<br />iloveu's and imissu's !<br /><br />im supposed to submit this documentation thing by tomorrow and look wat im doing.bah!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >been practicing high pitch notes recently and </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />I hit some good notes in dat song "sandiyare sandiyare"<br />and " onne vida",<br />:) feel good abt it.its a pretty tuff song to get to aswell.<br />*yay again*<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111811640898827857?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117886500564999342005-06-04T20:00:00.000+08:002005-06-05T16:29:47.923+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i used to take up violin lessons years ago.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i recently realised that my poor darling violin has been sniffing the dust up in my closet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i have no idea why i took up violin.but i kinda miss it.jus did sum tuning to it.i dont even think it fits me anymore. sighh*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and my Sketching and painting ?!dats another drawback!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i cant believe.. it ..has been untouched for soO long.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ive been busy Thinkin so much dat i fergot what i love to do anymore.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sometimes i feel jus the thought of me being inadequate makes me sulk.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">oh well atleast i realised it now than never rite?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i make so many plans for my future that i always forget my present and realise i missed it after its too late lol.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">oh yea and my time management.its terrible.i need like a human clock to tell me eevrytime i mix up my school and other stuff. which reminds me i have assignments and project to get to!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My mom is commin baaaaackkk *smiles* oh yeaaa oh yeaaa..</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111788650056499934?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117728569650919772005-06-02T22:00:00.000+08:002005-06-03T16:10:30.006+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">i watched this documentary on human birth yesterday on discovery chanel .man i love that channel.well anyway Did you know the first few hrs of the egg formation is only with like couple of tissues together.and then it gradually multiplies into a kazillion .</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">anyway..i watched like 4 movies on one day .it was a movie marathon.one of my gurls came over.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">was so fun.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">my mom is commin home soon. yay!!!!!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Really digging that Shakira's new track -La tortura.....</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">can u say Sexay or wut</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 277px; height: 409px;" src="http://www.shakira.com/pictures/images/image13.jpg" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111772856965091977?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117467045553493412005-05-30T22:49:00.000+08:002005-05-30T23:30:45.613+08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lookin at my previous entries..i feel so embarrassed *turns red*<br />i sound soo out of control.<br />need a break in my life.<br />take things slow .<br />enjoy my finer things in life ..<br />i ought ta go for a spa weekend out. yea that wud be nice.<br /><br />but to pple who read this:<br />im not a nutjob, i jus happen to have Really wacko moodswings 24/7.<br />.....<br />my mom called to ask me wat I wanted from india.heck.i jus want her home.<br /><br />my birthday present this yr from my dad aint goina be a surprise. well this time im glad actualy<br /> cos hes plannin to get me a PDA.<br />why wud i need a PDA?<br /> i'll be most glad to get a laptop computer instead.Blah jus kiddin.<br />.but it wud be of more use to me than a PDA*blush*<br /> i DIDNT tell that to him ofcourse and im not being a snobby lil biatch .<br />lets be practical.why waste good bucks !<br />a PDA wud be appropriate if im running 3 business at once with<br />alotta obligations to fulfill and alotta appointments to make!<br />im still in college why wud i need a PDA!?<br /> make an appointment with my lecture.<br />I THINK NOT!:S<br />but it was sweet of him though to get me a pda ,<br />he said i wud like dat but the thing with mymom n dad is dey try so hard<br />to make it up to me by showering me with gifts to make me feel better<br />cos i dont see them dat often. Bleah.<br /><br /> ive been sufferin from anxiety attack from time to time these days<br />especially with talkin on the phone<br />oh dat reminds me got a call from this bozo *kikkles*<br /> Got reminded of madagascar<br />anyway this stupid survey lady calls up and<br />bores me with stupid questions<br /><br />lady:how do u feel abt the propostion to the resorts projects dat are being reviewed<br />by the prime minister ..<br />me:*stares in space*BLUH UH? the wadda?wats the question again?<br />*the woman was goin on at 0.000004 sec per word*<br />lady:*repeats question*<br />me: UGH...i dunno i guess its cool.<br />lady:Okay i'll move on to the next important question on wat spreads you use<br />me:*thinking its shes goina ask what kinda review prospects i have or sumthin*<br />lady:What kinda spread do u use on ure bread ?<br /> me: !!!!!<br /><br />me:Excuse me??<br />lady:butter?jam?margarine?penutbutter?<br />me:Waddafaq~ *No i didnt say dat was thinking dat!*<br /><br />this jus shows i have to get outta the friggin house incase<br />GOofus'es like this one calls ever again.<br />bloody surveyors!<br /></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> been stayin at home whole of yesterday and today<br /> nowonder i thinkin too much<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111746704555349341?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117171336802872502005-05-30T16:25:00.000+08:002005-05-30T16:24:08.873+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">1. ur fave breakfast?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">pancakes..LOTS OF EM</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">2. ur fave drink?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">iced tea,milo freeze</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">3. place u Love 2 hang ouT?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">the beach..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">4. fave place at homE?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">in my room</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">5. the 1 u LOVE?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">god , my mom and sum jackass</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">6. wherE did u go Last sunday?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">BBQ/chalet</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">7. the 1 u miss nOw?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">my mom</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">8. what u usuaLLy do on tuesdays?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">School</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">9. what time is it?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">4.25pm</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">10. What language[s] u want 2 sPeak?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">francias ,espaniol</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">11. why?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">its muy bueno and its c'est intéressant</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">16. ur perfume?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Cool water ,glow</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">17. things u MusT bring with?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">cellphone,wallet,lipbalm/gloss,keys</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">18. ur fave toy?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">grew outta toyz but i love anything with madagascar characters and spongebob ones</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">19. ur Lotion?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">nivea</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">20. whO do you usuaLLy talk bout Love to?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">my gurlfriends</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">21. ur Pet?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I WANT ONE !!:(</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">22. ur fave Colour?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">orange,yellow,red,gold and hot pink</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">23. ur gender?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">femme</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">24. the mOst CoLourful thing?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">the skies at dawn or dusk</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">25. ur fave thing u haVe?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">huh..i have too many to mention</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">but wat i can think of now is my cellphone.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">26. ur a9e?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">19</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">27. wHere do ya want 2 go abRoad?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Canaduh,europe,rio ,hawaii and new zealand</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">28. coffee or tea?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">coffee</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">29. bLack or wHite?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">black</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">30. i repeat, bLack or wHite!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">erm,..okay white?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111717133680287250?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117359849519043122005-05-29T17:24:00.000+08:002005-05-30T01:28:10.346+08:00i think my emotions are<br />dying day by day..<br /> i can see im gettin<br />more and more<br />evil by the min...<br />whatever happened to miss nice<br />im so hopeless in love<br />that i fergot how it feels like ..<br />im jus gettin hurt now..<br />and it kinda feels gud in<br />some weird twisted sorta way.<br />but i know this is not me.<br />Fuck chandeliers of adoration<br />fuck the sparkles and the overrated valentines<br />fuck aniversaries and<br />Fuck e friggin feelings.<br />im sick sick sick sick of it.<br />i need to go party and<br />get drunk with my gurls.<br />but one thing for sure is dat<br />love is not fair.<br />we gotta deal wit it.<br />either it fucks u up or<br />u fuck it right back<br />u noe wat i mean...<br />why am i Waitin for sum lame asshole<br />who dont even value my affection?<br />Why shld I suffer cos of this stupid stuff?<br />this isnt nessessary.but you noe<br />if i get over someone dats the end of that.<br />thats wat im worried abt.<br />but i hate my feelings gettin tossed over<br />like a wave hit it or sumthin!<br />and if it gives me so much heartache<br />i shld jus forget it right?<br />i swear to god i still dont know wat love is.<br />maybe i wil never know.<br /><br />i also realised i become evil<br />when someone hurts me.<br />i guess its my character to retaliate<br />when someone does that.<br />i jus cant stand the fact that they<br />hurt me .<br /><br />im scared of people who try to get close to me<br /><br />I need god .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111735984951904312?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117307913779375772005-05-29T03:18:00.000+08:002005-05-29T03:18:33.783+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/l_2431163.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/l_2431163.jpg'></a><br />madagascar.im the Number #1 fan for dat movie.i understand it.it completes me.*looney mode*<br />ITS FABULOUSTATIC!!!i mean SERIOUSLY i really REALLY WAS the loudest in the theatre!i laughed soo hard i have a mean tummy ache now.its FUNNY AS ell.Im SO so SO goina get the dvd when its out!What wud i do without movies like this!.I knew i was goina love it.AND I did.THERE.jus vomitin my estatic enjoyment!Everyone who loves to laugh should go for this movie.Especially if your a kid at heart :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111730791377937577?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117120917189200202005-05-28T13:27:00.000+08:002005-05-28T13:25:31.676+08:00POSTED ON MAY 26th :jennifer lopez looks super gorgeous in this movie too.<br />MIcheal vartan.DAYUm..now i know why those two goofs were gaga over him.<br />it was a the best chick flick i ever saw i guess.<br />and guys whoeevr loves cat fights wud love this one.<br />and when they say Monster in law .she really was a monster in law.<br />very hilarious.kinda made me think i'd be prolly be like dat in 5 to 7 yrs from now..<br />stuck with a monster in law??.....<br />SHIt lol.but seriously made me feel gud after i was feelin reallly down.<br /><br /><br />and i also realised something..<br />especially when i was talkin to one of my gud friends ..<br />he jus inspired me...<br /><br />im in love with someone (NOT THE SAME PERSON) even if he likes it or not ...<br />so i cant change the way i feel jus cos he dont feel the same way dat i do rite...<br />so im goina be like this!<br />dats a gud thing!!<br /><br />*NODS head*YEAP!<br /><br />i feel like jus listenin to music and relaxin in a scented ,candle lit room rite now and be myself and with my thoughts. so adiyoz<br /><br />EDITED MAY 28TH: OH DEAR! im not in love with my gud friend ! dats a different person and the person who inspired me is a different person.I shld stop using "him" to refer !lol confusion confusion confusion<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111712091718920020?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117212495122432982005-05-28T00:32:00.000+08:002005-05-28T00:48:15.140+08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">yeap.. ive put on two inches more of fats.. ugh..but its ridiculous..im the same weight but my proportions seem to change all the time.arghhhhhh<br /><br /><br /><br /> today was funny.me and the gurlie were at e swwiming complex </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">and got hit on by bloody friggin 12 yr olds and 16 yr olds..its pathetic..its PATHETIC pathetic!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">and ..<br /><br /><br /> WHILE commin back home..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />well my friend pointed out to me..<br />this guy ..</span><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">WHO looked LIKE THE exact..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">well not exactly..but who really looked like him at an angle..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">goina do a prank with dis one with him haha...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">i jus wish things wud be diff ...with him and me...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">i wish it didnt have to be this complicated</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">but then</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">life isnt worth living if it wasnt interesting enuff</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">and complications make things interesting..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">so i guess its still all for the best..<br />'you give meaning to my life..really...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">addai..i miss you ...<br /><br /><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111721249512243298?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1117008480521448282005-05-25T15:24:00.000+08:002005-05-25T23:35:27.300+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">in the dazed zombie mode.</span><br /> <br><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">rained cats and dogs early mornin.</span><br /> <br /> <br><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">gurl aqquaintance came over yesterday night.</span><br /> <br><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">whole of yesterday had a long gurly talk.</span><br /> <br /> <br><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">was bitchin abt gurls frm my secondary school.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">felt good abt it.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">cos i never did dat when everyone else was bitchin abt me,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">its my turn now baby!</span><br /> <br /> <br><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">set for next yr to canuckland.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">cant wait to run away.</span><br /><br /><br><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">goina paint room in wacky colors on friday.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">asked some gurl friends to come over to help out.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">goina throw sum junk from my room.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">buy new things to put in.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">realised if im goin away why do i need to change room?</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">but still goina change it i guess.</span><br /> <br><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">dont feel like talkin to anyone rite now.mood out.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">talked alotta things i shldnt have dug up in my brains.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">somethings that needed talking and some others to be avoided.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">did i mention i love my new sofa?-3.24 pm</span><br />....................<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111700848052144828?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116908021643094632005-05-24T12:13:00.000+08:002005-05-25T22:35:30.300+08:00<center><a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"><br /><img src="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/Sun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></center><br /><a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new">What Planet Are You From?</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111690802164309463?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116907009677765632005-05-24T11:32:00.000+08:002005-05-24T12:20:12.306+08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">CREATE SEQUENCE dept_id_seq<br />START WITH 60<br />INCREMENT BY 10<br />MAXVALUE 200;</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">my oracle class codes..im in class right now and im blogging.*evil looks*Scandalous eh :P gagaga..</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">yesterday night i talked to my twin who lives in melbourne.when i say Twin,shes SO like me in character and personality and the issues she deals wit are so similiar to mine..she gave me a call..and we talked for hours.i normally HATE long conversations on the phone unless they are interesting..i get bored if i lose my interest in the conversation and even more to add is dat i rarely talk to my gurlfriends on e phone for more than 15 mins.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i interact better with them face to face..anyway..shes super cool and shes like someone i confide in ...and im SO SO glad to have known her.it feels so much better when u noe ure not alone when it comes to problems and stuff.but ofcourse although she lives a different life but i can still trust her to give me a sane perspective on my issues.i so need to meet her!</span></div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">come to think of it...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">i meet more interesting pple on the internet than in real life.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">especially because u get to choose who u want to talk to on the internet </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">and even if u dun "click" *no pun intended* </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">with someone u can tell them easily on the internet,</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">but u cant do dat in real life.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">they tend to take it personal when you say u cant "click" with them.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">alotta people think internet friendships are a joke-well i beg to differ.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">my internet aqquaintances have helped me more in dealing with my problems </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">than my real friends put to gether.for one i don trust many of my real life friends.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">they are not really honest with me as i am to them*not all*.im okay with that</span><em>.</em></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">and i also noticed dat ive become very conscious abt trying to be perfect</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">and i dont knw when i started feeling dat way.i dun think ive been like that in the past.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">what is Wrong with me!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111690700967776563?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116841549065205672005-05-23T17:21:00.000+08:002005-05-23T18:08:14.450+08:00<div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">yesterday was Breathtakingly beautiful<br /><br />the beach-the full moon-a whole group of wonderful ppl minus some-andwhole lota steaming barbaque'd food! yesterday was fabulous. so sad most of my cuties cuddnt stay longer..ahhh..but i think i really stuffed my self with chicken satays yesterday..i lost count to how many.i did try my skills..at bbq'in but erm..the chicken suffered a horrendous fate.hehe..i burned em.it ended up tasting like biscuits and my goofy friends actually ate em!hahaha.. even I spitted em out..ahhh i feel the love lol. anyway.. the only one thing dat was missing yesterday was him.kept thinking the whole time i was there.haha usual me.anyway...i made a few friends yesterday. some kutty friends and some not so.<br />but it was really fun..the marshmellows tasted so good .everyone loved it.shldda bought two packets.i was being worried the whole time i was there too.for various reasons.my moodswings kicked in as well to make things worse.but most of all i saw the Dreadful face ..THE last FACE i wanted to see dat day! that gud for nothing kudikaaran!he had the nerve to say hi to me too!bloody bitch! sorry abt dat. anyhoo.. i stayed over yesterday due to overwhelming tempations and persuations..and not to mention i have a BIG ache on my legs and arms cos i slept the wrong side and my mom's arm aches commin to me too!! :( poor dear she musta really been in pain all this while... and oh yea..i Fell yesterday into this stupid drain.yes.haha!*rolls eyes* the bbq pit was near this drain i totally didnt see it..and my left leg went WHOOP inside.and எனோட காலு ரொம்ப வலிக்குது!!!!UFF.. oh ya .MY sofa is HERE!!:D *went to take a pic*<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><img style="width: 357px; height: 534px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/sofacopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br />doesnt look dat great in pics..but it looks sooo damn good in real!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111684154906520567?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116663167239126472005-05-21T15:55:00.000+08:002005-05-21T23:09:06.040+08:00<div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">i think im hanging upside down above 500 metres abve ground with my rollercoaster stuck in the middle of tracks.im not really finding any thrill in that,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">jus freakin the hell out if my seatbelts are gettin loose.whoohoo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">i wanna runaway from here.?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">bite thru sugz.. jus one more year...jus one more.and then its HALLELUJAh!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">i was cleaning out my room jus now and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">i noticed a letter i wrote to someone i never got to post.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">and i have like tonns of letters like that i end up writing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">but never did post..and i jus thought of a poem ..</span><br /><strike style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />in all the dirt and dusty glory<br />with watery drops<br />no i jus got somethin in my eye<br />i found my 10 paged heartfelt story<br />that of my scented pen<br />ended it with a bite on my lip<br />shall i pass thou?<br />glisten across the page<br />tsk even if my ink fades<br />through a snail or a dove<br /></strike><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">BLAH!! forget it.. i dont think im gettin good at this..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">WHOOHOO we're gettin a new sofa we already ordered it a month ago!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Its soo comfy!!! unlike my current one.ugh!! I cant wait to get rid of dat stupid thing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">..its so darn old.ITS FRiggin bluish weirdo red color..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">i dun even noe which is the original color the blue or the red.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">anyway THE NEW one is soooo gorgeous it looks like its off sum arabian palace kinda furniture...okay i maybe exageratin a lil. but the color is brown with dark yellowish..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">it kinda matches wit my wall color too..ahhhh..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">maybe something POSITIVE will come outa this new sofa..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">and the two seater of my old sofa is goin in my room.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">*i still hate the stupid sofa but now i can have a chilling area in my room*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">oOOoooHH YEAA...</span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111666316723912647?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116583282099625182005-05-20T17:43:00.000+08:002005-05-20T18:02:11.366+08:00<div style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">im a bad example to other lil kids</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">note dat im one myself</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">i miss god</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">did i sound right with thaT?? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">im missing alot of things lately</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my earrings,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my morning class ..which im deeply regreting these days n thats a big deal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my mom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my Daddy'o</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my cellphone...i kinda dropped it 35 times in the past two month </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">and im begining to really think im turning into a zombie day by day.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">i think only thing dat Keeps me sane is blogging at the current moment</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">im findin it a nuisance when theres a birthday party i have to attend, a function to go, meeting up with friends..i jus dont wana see anyone these days ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">dont wanna Bump into anyone I know by accident,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">i kinda like it this way, saves a whole lotta emotions and feelings </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">gettin punched and spitted on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">keep listenin to all these sappy sad love songs </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my fav color of the moment-Black<br /></span>i think i'll hit the library</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111658328209962518?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116320248951215812005-05-17T16:50:00.000+08:002005-05-19T02:24:27.476+08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> gagaga i jus realised ive typed alot for the past few days...hmmm too much bottled up i guESS...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" >maybe i shld jus post my pathetic poems instead of 3 paragraph essays...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" >hmmm...NAH.. i'll jus type away.. it will be a good read for me after 10 yrs..if im alive</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >i rented " hotchick" movie yesterday.yea i realise im a bit late in catching good movies the point is..like all of the chickflick fanatics i too thought it was mindblowingly hilarious.rob Schneider.haha..anyways..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >wat else..*thinking wat to filter out when i type in here* *and thinking wat to type other than that!* BLAH..</span><br /><br />*stares*<br /><br /><img src="http://www.hindilyrix.com/singers/img/shreya-ghosal-03.jpeg" /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">shreya ghosal</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >this woman can REALLY sing.. its so captivating.i think wats really attractive abt her voice is dat it oozes feminity.and its like sum lullaby when she sings..im listening to this particular song </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >*<span style="font-size:85%;">சாமி கிட்ட ொசல்லிபுட்ெடன் உன்ன நெஞ்ஜில் வசுகிடெ்டன ்</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >* imagining myself and mr unknown..in some typical tamil movie duet love scene..OH yea dat reminds me .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >My dad knows somehow </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THAT</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > im dreamy and that i sing and dance when noone is arnd and when im goddamn happy!shit yea..now u noe I do.. dats not the POINT..</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >neway</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > this one time me my sis and my dad were in a conversation ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >we were going on about if People are actually THAT dreamy to imagine wild and crazy things..like singing and dancing when u see nature and watever rite?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >im thinking in my head *yeap dats soo great innit..like for real like in vancouver ,canada and ireland..new zealand...lalalala...*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >*WHO IN THE SANE WORLD wud think THAT *said</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >..my SISTER!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >shes like THE most UNIMAGINATIVE person in the world.. IM jus stating a fact i know after all these years i spent with her..ever SINCE BIRTH! but thats how different we are.shes north and im south.SO anyway..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >MY DAD GOES "ure sister does dat All the time!" i stare back..!!I MEAN HOW DO U KNOW DAT man!!! dats MY DARKEST secret..(well not anymore i guess),..</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >IM not mad..im jus a bit um... imaginative.. which is a good thing in a creative kinda way.GOD BLESS dreamers!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111632024895121581?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1116131380874319372005-05-15T12:06:00.000+08:002005-05-17T15:41:53.303+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/Champagne%20bubbles%20bw.jpg"><img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 207px; height: 278px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/Champagne%20bubbles%20bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i got nothin to say.jus dat my life needs somekinda upgrade soon.in a year or two i jus wanna be somewhere else.. anywhere but here..its better than being some dependant moron dat i am right now.i hate this.i wanna get my own bread i wanna get my own dough! its soo hard with my school in the way. and i So wanna live on my own.well yea im livin on my own now.but its not the same when u pay for your own things.it feels so much better if i make my own money !but sugz why is ure life such a drag!?bah...<br /><br /><br />i met up with my primary school friend yesterday.whoa..10 or 11 friggin long years...im seein her after 11 yrs..and she still is the same.AND GUESS WAT?!she remembers me???:O like wtf Rite? hahaha most pple dont recognize me anymore...but yea.. it was nice seeing her.i didnt really talk much with her.. comming to think of it my primary school days and secondary school days..wasnt all that memorable..but yea.. past is past... :) it was nice.. oh u noe wats the saddest thing? i fergot her name?:S and i got her numbr.. but i didnt wana ask her name cos it wud be soo rude..:S:S shiat..lol<br /><br /><br />oh i feel broke...<br />theres a chalet wit bbq commin up this week end..post production party ...im lookin forward to it..sighhhh..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111613138087431937?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115868703616843842005-05-12T11:31:00.000+08:002005-05-13T14:37:35.453+08:00S<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">omethin for the ladies... </span><ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Find a guy: <li>>>who calls you beautiful instead of hot</li> <li>who calls you back when you hang up on him</li> <li>who will stay awake just to watch you sleep</li> <li>Wait for the boy who kisses your forhead</li> <li>who wants to show you off to the world when</li> <li>you are in your sweats</li> <li>who holds your hand in front of his friends</li> <li>who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on</li> <li>Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you</li> <li>of how much he cares about you and how lucky</li> <li>he is to have you</li> <li>Wait forthe one who turns to his friends and</li> <li>says, "...that's her.</li><br />and for you GUYS...<br /><br /><br />Find a girl: <li>>>who calls you baby instead of hot or sexy</li> <li>who can't stand it when you hang up on her</li> <li>who would sit there for hours looking into your</li> <li>eyes</li> <li>who doesn't care what you look like, but what's</li> <li>inside counts the most</li> <li>Who looks at you with the twinkle in her eyes and</li> <li>kisses you on the cheek instead of the lips</li> <li>who wants to be with you in public</li> <li>Wait for the girl who is a constant reminder</li> <li>of your happiness and joy</li> <li>who makes you smile just by knowing she loves</li> <li>you back</li> <li>Wait for the girl who you give piggy back rides to in</li> <li>public and she still is in view of her friends while</li> <li>she gets off and you hear her go: "you're the one</li> <li>for me, for always"</li> </ul><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Yesterday i had an online conversation with one friend of mine.. he has some really big dreams and ambitions,he said he wanted to get two or possibly three bachelors and get to med school!!! ive never been more inspired ,I seriously want to get at least two bachelors and be a MBA scholar..i have great big big dreams..and mostly all my friends dont aim that high..and they have been saying that I can Never do three bachelors and gettin done with one already is a big shit.I hate pple like that!Why cant someone have really big ambitions and try to achieve them?Sure im not that good in studies on a monotonous period right now.But who are You to tell me how far i can go and not go in life?Even I Dont know dat ,how do u Think u possibly know my limits?!!I always feel like SMACking them whenever someone says something dat brings down my selfesteem. IF a person thinks he/or she has a possiblity in gettin to High places instead of supporting them all you can give is DEgrading?Your limitations doesnt equalise to mIne!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >the next time any jack ass comes and gives me the "OH u cant even DREAM of going there?!" OH ure goina see the hell in me!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >especially in school i get all this negative remarks... feel like punching their faces...they ask me wat im goina do after i finish my schooling..and when i do give an honest answer they give dat lecture..and i jus have to shutup..next time theres no shuttin up.. I Wud be proud if u did well in life!!!!!i mean im ure Friend dont you want to see me doing well aswell??</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">People are selfish. No arguements there.and that Disgusts me.i hate myself when im being petty abt certain things.i know u totally cant Avoid selfishness cos that is part of being a human.but theres no rule u cant stop tryin to be selfish rite?...theres another thing why pple are selfish. its like an infection.When one person behaves in dat way towards you ,you take it dat thats ure valid reason to be selfish aswell.im guilty of this too at times.But then when i think abt the issues dat i get selfish over is really silly.and when we think abt what makes us feel that way is jus insecurity!! im trying not to be self absorbed these days. I think everyone should have big dreams!! if You cant then atleast dont tell others not to !</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111586870361684384?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115812150745088842005-05-11T19:49:00.000+08:002005-05-11T19:50:31.270+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/a8bdbab02e91883f97a0e272fe2303bfpatrick2.jpg"><img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/a8bdbab02e91883f97a0e272fe2303bfpatrick2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />patriK e star-this starfish shld have been born in our world instead of an animated underwater cartoon character.....<br /><br />i realised somethin really great today..teh Only thing i can get anytime i want is Chocolates and thats a big thing in my life.getting wat i want.:) so im pretty happy i can get chocolates any time i want<br /><br />patriK e star-this is shld be born in our world instead of an animated underwater cartoon character.....<br /><br />i also had another positive thought..while walking into my room today. the secret to finding success in life ..is jus to never stop trying..isnt dat wonderful?..i mean trying countless times to be successful is already a success on its own.. so instead of looking at the number of times i failed..i cud always look at it as being number of times nearer to being successful .. Man lovin all the good thoughts ...<br /><br /><br />my new semester started and Everyone is having a opinion on whether or not im<br />switching my course...except me!im such a fickle minded person it sickens me.i hate decisions infact i fear them..but unfortunately life IS about making choices.i probably shld get over dat fear soon.<br /><br />ever since i found out there arent many things i can change in life..i stopped tryina make changes/choices<br /><br /><br />and ofcourse i think my love life is finnaly gettin back at me.....i THink he rejected me..in e last phone convo..not having peaceful state of mind..maybe im jus in love with being in love..? no..no.. dat wuddnt be it.. im still goina think of him. jus cause he cant return my feelings dun mean I have to let of mine!?!and besides..i think i thought of him way too much to think of anyone else right now :( stupid typical tamil me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111581215074508884?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115641143811385592005-05-09T20:19:00.000+08:002005-05-09T20:25:17.666+08:00hehe.. not having met new affiliations ..but gettin new contact lenses!! hahaha im so retarded at times i amuse myself.. well ya got em.. y? cos i broke my specs for the second time.. the first time i sat on it. (No !! im not that heavy ..jus dat the specs were too fragile!:P) and the second time i was walkin and tripped and it fell and i stepped on em. i got so pissed dat i got e contacts.. blah..im SUch a clutz. i think im really really clumsy to the point i dun even care if its embarrassing anymore. i jus pray every time i trip dat im still alive and dun hurt myself.<br /><br />have u ever wondered how ure life wud be if it was flipped over ?meaning.. every scenario u face each day having a diff twist.. i wish i had a split life.. having more than one option to choose in life.dat would be so interesting ..but then.. the stress wud also double.. argh...maybe not!<br /><br /><br />another brain blast.PFFT!<br /><br /><br />im being pushed under conditions dat i have to talk to people who i kinda despise.i hate it when dat happens. when i know i dont like to associate with certain pple.i jus walk away..but lately ive been forced to talk and "LAUGh" with them.its soo annoying.why do i have to pretend to like someone jus cos they are friends with mY friends.its buuullshit..<br /><br />Im droolin over dis particular hottie.<br />my wormie..<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/pic08.jpg"><img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/pic08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />D-A-Y-UM baby !!!!!<br /><br />thats wat i call fine as HELL!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111564114381138559?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115397057769541712005-05-07T00:04:00.000+08:002005-05-07T03:16:49.240+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">schweety pie also known as pee mandai.HAHAHAHA.. its still so damn cute.. .dats what one of my gurlies say all the time and i crack up.pee mandai *shit head in tamil* !!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">i was out from afternoon till night..hangin with my youngin kakkiz! Super cute and im lovin every time i hang out with them. eevryone at uthayam production miss the fun times and rehearsals. i cant wait for another production !! the only thing i can smile abt these days!!we went to play pool today.met up with my schweeties ;jalra,kelavi, nutty one*vitz*,jeevz ,viki boi,ragu n sentil ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">i was whoopin the younginz ass at pool..actually i really think i was lucky today.even though i cuddnt win one single game.. i did have sum pretty impressive shots;) okay sorry i'll shudup :P</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I MISS him so bloody much.hes working too these days.. and studyin at the same time.dun think he gotz time .. he was kinda whinin abt it e last time i talked to him.i think this is it.the end of the line. i cant look at anyone else.i cant even imagine anyone else anymore.i swear.i feel so helpless.maybe i shld pack my backs and runn away to him.nahhhh. crap im so embarrassed abt myself of my corniness. i miss my mom's food.its gettin to me.shld i call her back leavin all my ego and stubborness?...damnnn im being raided by a swarm of mosquitoes..me going back to listen to sad love songs.. im sound like sum character ripped outta a tamil movie. EVEN he SAYS dat abt me!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">இதயத்தை கானவில்லை அதூ ொதலைந்தும் நான் ேதடவில்்ைல</span> ...Bah CANT get dat song outta my mind..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >falling angels</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">the morning grins at the dew of dawn</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">heavens jus seemed to have opened their doors</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">my darling petals and rose of thorns </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">jus keeps pricking on the darkest nights </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">a battalion of angels came for the rescue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">and the petals smiling thru her pain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">dare not see my dark desert </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">cause the aching seems to go for long</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">the golden angels shined at me all day</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">but only at night does the rose buds dew..</span><br /></blockquote><br />Edited to add: <a href="http://artisticsquabbles.blogspot.com/">http://artisticsquabbles.blogspot.com</a><br />Thats my other blog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111539705776954171?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115294185129843112005-05-05T19:34:00.000+08:002005-05-05T20:34:24.540+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Today's date is so fabulous isnt it?..hehe other than that i dun think anythin interesting happened today. </span><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >although i have alot to say abt wat happened on Tuesday which was exactly two days ago. </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >date:03-05-05</span><br /> <br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >i went to east coast park with revz..MISSed her bloody hell so much. she came ova my place and got off frm there,took e bus frm yio chu kang..e lonnng ride.. talked, yakked and listened to that raa raa song for the hundredth time.. talked abt old times. flash backs on the singapore youth fest incidents...shes one of the friends i have for YEARS..and i met her EXACTLY on the first day of secondary school. she was the first person i ever talked to in secondary ..so its sumthing special.shes seen my downfalls to my successes...love her alot. anyways we have the Ultimate snegithiye kinda friendship rite? hahah infact we watch dat movie together countless times. sang the songs countless times.. yes we are drama queens in dat sense.but its jus fun. anyways we reached east coast arnd 4+ pm.. rented two bikes for like 2 hrs... cycled until our butts and legs were sore.. it was really fun..the one of e memorable days in my life.</span><br /> <br /> <br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >yesterday was even more hilarious</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >04-05-05</span><br /> <br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >i was at home until 2 pm den left for school... came back frm sch arnd 6..den made rapid plans with this gurl i made friends with at the modelling thing.. met her in a rush ..had a few drinks in orchard. called my dearest friend des join us. dats cos i wanted to intro her to him. cos both of em love TENNIS. *am i the only person not into tennis?* anyways. he came arnd 11 pm.. and out the blue the word clubbin came on. and we were standing outside some clubs few mins after. by this time des's couzin was also dere.*hes cute btw* :) and why do i say some clubs?* we were switchin between clubs figuring out which one to go, eventually dey decided to crash thiS particular club GOD knows wats the name of dat club *and mind u. iwasnt dressed at all for partyin.i looked like sum ghetto chic not bothered abt anythin kinda attitude* not to mention dat club we ended up goin to was Filled with AH bengs and all chinese pple.and white pple who were into techno.YUCK.i swear i was the only brown chic dere.</span><br /> <br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >im blabberin..SO ya.. GUESS wat music they played at that club.TECHNo. YES u did see right TECHNO.i swear i DONT GET TECHNO.evar!! its the most horrible thing i eva heard.. i was stuck there for 2 hrs!!! DAMN.. the things i do for my darling friends. nonetheless my friends happened to enjoy it everymuch. id idnt wanna ruin it for them, so i had a coupla more gulps of vodka ribena and vodka cranberry and i was set to jus go wacko. and i realised its not hard to dance to techno..u jus mix up hiphop moves to a faster beat and u get hIp-NO .BLAH.... i still hate it.finally i got really piss high.. my friend is a real sweethart ..desmond.. cos hes jus too sweet for words. a real gentleman! cos of them i didnt mind techno music at all. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111529418512984311?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115200747324691492005-05-04T17:59:00.000+08:002005-05-04T17:59:07.476+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/24.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/24.jpg'></a><br />This uncle who was standin dere god knows doin wat..but this pic was after the whole show ended.the props and everything got cleared within less than an hr.bravo to the production crew<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111520074732469149?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115200687755246752005-05-04T17:58:00.000+08:002005-05-04T17:58:07.903+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/54.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/54.jpg'></a><br />another pic of UCC building<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111520068775524675?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115200666072371222005-05-04T17:57:00.001+08:002005-05-04T17:57:46.213+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/33.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/33.jpg'></a><br />the figurine outside the UCC <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111520066607237122?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115200636422684572005-05-04T17:57:00.000+08:002005-05-04T17:57:16.716+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/35.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/35.jpg'></a><br />one of my co-acting friends mysteriously took this picture when i gave her to look after my phone..nonetheless i love her for it. this was a pre dry run before the actual show was abt to start. FYI- the show was a success.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111520063642268457?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1115054681730718282005-05-03T00:52:00.000+08:002005-05-03T01:24:41.733+08:00<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Everyone jus SEEms to know <span style="font-weight: bold;">when</span> im not in a good mood.dats when im dead serious.my classes start tomorrow and my dumb school did send me an email of my timetable .i never got it prolly cos it came under my junk and got deleted.whoohoo.i went to visit gay'3s mom at the hospital two days in a row.yesterday she was really sick.i felt horrible jus lookin at her!<br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">im not being over dramatic.but she seriously reminded me of my mother.</span><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">she had that pleasant face ,dat angelic face .</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> i guess dats what took me really down when i saw her lying there in pain .when we visited ,me, sombu aka deepz,vitz and jeevz ..she barely cud open her eyes ,i held her hand for sometime and i felt dat she was feeling gud for dat.we went there again today and i heard dat she walked a bit and dat really was a pleasant surprise especially when i KNEW my dear god wuddnt have let me down ever.we went and saw her talking, sitting up straight,laughing!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">That </span>was definetly a wonderful sight!poor gay3 already been thru so much.i hope everything is okay with her family.we bought her mom a card and we talked to her for sum time.made her laugh. it really feels great to make someone smile.dats also a reason why i have a great respect for pple who are cheery by nature. anyways i hope she continues to feel better ! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">another thing is dat ive always had a thing for hospitals .. u can either look at it in a dark scary place or a really happy and cheerful place. cos thats where people are born and die. that shld be a place of really great importance right. but ofcourse i never feel dat good unless im visiting someone who is delivering a baby or recovering from an illness.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">wat i saw these two days i visited the hospital was dat theres really alot they can do to make someone whos sick feel better.got me thinking dat I SHLD do sumthing abt dat.since i DO love making people feel good..why shldnt i take up the initiative to get it down subsequently...<br /><br /><br />my sister cooked today.havent cooked in AGES really.i shld start cooking for my wallet sake.and also for my tongue sake.<br /><br />i called and talked to him yesterday night for like 2 hrs.Man am i rejuvinated.i laughed so much.and dat laugh was really genuine.nobody makes me feel like that .i know dat for a fact.he knows we belong together.but hes the type who is anything but being melodramatic.me on the other hand,i live for that.personally i feel that this will work out if it was meant to be.we talk as friends.deep inside i jus know its more than that .im pretty sure he knows that too.<br /><br />But he Never never admits it. he said he was glad i called him and that it was nice to hear my voice.i didnt expect him to say dat.but i was glowing inside when he did.I told him i jus called cos i was wonderin wat he'd been up to lately.*giving him e reason to why i called* he said he didnt ask for a reason. i jus ..stammered and said i had to tell him before he asked.<br /><br />BUT i cant POSSIBLY say I MISSED HIM SO damn much dat i called now can i?i cud..but he'd prolly laugh and say u dont know wat ure talking abt..so im saving my feelings frm gettin hurt i guess.<br /><br /><br />i watched MILLIONDOLLARBABY finally..and..cried...loved it..kinda like a more sentimental twist to dat of e movie Girlfight ..nonetheless i love movies like that.kinda motivates me dat theres hella lot a girl can do in this male dominated world.the alpha males can relax.im not in for an arguement.<br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111505468173071828?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114969636905375392005-05-02T00:55:00.000+08:002005-05-02T01:47:16.906+08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">another rant where i vomit out all the feelings bottled up half way here and half way there.yeap thats wat im goina do.i realised i never talk to Any one soul abt all of my problems.not that i think they are important.most of the time im avoiding them.running away.taking the easy way out as they say.but only a temperory solution.but Ive never been able to Solve any of my problems.i do try.its not that i dont.im jus too much of an emotional person.i put up a persona that im really strong with matters of the heart .but really im not im jus too soft and very unstable .i really wonder who wud love me for that. my weird self.i hear girls telling me my guy loves me for being me and watever.i jus dont see dat anywhere in any point of my life.gets me depressed.i really feel sick and my tears jus right up to my eye lids.too bad u had to read abt my corny feelings.and no its not that time of the month.and its not that i have good looks or anything.jus feel dat my personality is like crap maybe.why isst so hard to be ureself!</span><br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">DAT EXclamation was on purpose.</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my drama show was on the april30th.my first ever drama performance.Loved the stage off liek hell.it was HUGE .IT WAS magestic.and it was perfect felt right at home *i guess i already mentioned dat in my previous post*everyone said i did well with my character.but i felt that satisfaction jus wasnt there.that guy i had a crush on was BEin a JACKASS.wat do u noe.hes a gemini!strongly believe in astrology and things.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Whatever.i want to go the beach i think thats wat i will do later today.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my drama friends are the gems i found so far in friends.they each have a classic character which was soo refreshing to see.not the typical kinda people u wud mingle arnd with.Fantastic group.hope to work with them in the near future.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111496963690537539?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114795929138404732005-04-30T01:32:00.000+08:002005-04-30T01:39:12.776+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/Pic%20%20mment038e.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/Pic%20%20mment038e.jpg'></a><br /><br />ive always had dis silly wish since like forever...of havin standin in front of bright dressing room lights dat really LIGHT UP!!ie:the picture abve..i was the most happiest person on earth today.. right now.. im content. with wat u may ask?with one wish fulfilled..and content with all the soul fulfillment im gettin these days..maybe its my gd karma kickin in again frm my last birth.or that ive yet to see this REALLy big slap to my reality. cos everytime im happy i jus get blown away with something really rotten.so i guess i wanna die tomorrow after 10 pm when im estactic then i'd be a bit happier than when usually feel> like dyin .okay sorry bshittin again.<br /><br /><br /> drama is going GREAT.i missed the stage sooo SOOmuch. (e crew)they kept on and on and on abt how big and how many pple goina show up and how its goina be soooo hard and watever.tomorrow is the big day and right now,IM LOVIN EVERY min of drama rehearsals.i jus Know stage is where im supposed to be!! im supposed to die on a stage im supposed to be doin my job on a stage.damn i missed performing. this time round its the different kind .stage drama very unique and different obviously to stage dance performances which ive always been familiar with.im supposed to be asleep cos i have to wake up in another 5-6 hrs .but i jus had to put this on here. anyways i have this Huggge crush on this guy at drama rehearsals*drool* <br /><br /><br />okay nuff of this Time for bed. toodles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111479592913840473?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114448697153533112005-04-26T00:36:00.000+08:002005-04-26T01:04:57.156+08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >This post is entirely dedicated to the great Kannadasan ,i'd like to call him The bastard with the beautiful thoughts</span> :<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >In tamil:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">இந்த பூமியில் நிலையாய் வழ்ந்தவர் யாரடா?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">வந்தது தெரியும் போவது எங்கே</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">வாசல் நமக்கே தெரியாது</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">வந்தவரெல்லாம் தங்கி விட்டால் - இந்த மண்ணில் நமக்கெ இடமேது?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">வாழ்க்கை என்பது வியாபராம் - வரும் ஜனனம் என்பது வரவாகும் - அதில்</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">மரணம் என்பது செலவாகும்.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >For those who want to know the meaning<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">in english</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">:</span></span><br /><br />Let the passions and bonds pass-by<br />Who has lived in this land forever?<br />Path of arrival is known - but<br />Path of departure and the route unknown.<br />If all who came opt to stay<br />Where's the space in this sphere?<br />Life is just a business -in which<br />the birth is credit and death is debit.<br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Im in love with this site i came across,i have the internet to thank for dat!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Link to</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.tamilnation.org/hundredtamils/kannadasan.htm">his great thoughts compiled</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">i used to be oblivious to kannadasan for sometime,but when i realised all the songs ive always loved are kannadasan's work..im jus speechless.. made me realise i should respect people of such greatness! this guy is a perfect example of wat a mottai mandai*bald head) *has inside his brain!!im jus kidding bytheway.His songs ooze maturity and values of wats really important in life . His songs are like diamonds,never losin its value and shines more through years.i want my kids and grandkids to listen to his songs too.why do i say Songs?Well as everyone knows dat hes connected to the old cinema industry ,i truely believe MGR got all his fame mostly cos of kannadasan's songs. pple Idolized him for the words played by the great kannadasan!ofcourse this is my personal view.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">and OFCOURSE how can we forget his last movie songs: MOONDRAAM piRAI!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111444869715353311?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114404399654377232005-04-25T12:23:00.000+08:002005-04-25T12:52:55.380+08:00well ive realised something,no matter wat in life i'll never ever ever ever go after a younger guy . that jus sounds so wrong to me for some reason.i jus cant understand how pple can be okay with it.i mean for a guy going for a younger gurl is okay for them.i seriously think im more matured than most of my friends even guy friends who are my age.yesterday i had a convo with this friend who was my age.and suddenly led to an arguement abt really a stupid petty issue. but the important thing was how wud an older guy reacted to that . the arguement wasnt really a big deal. but this friend didnt really have a convincing reply as to how an older guy wud have defended himself.. anyhow..<br /><br />chandramuki movie made me loose a night's sleep.i was soo freaked out ,with jothika's face and dat raa raa song runin allover my thoughts.even my table fan's sound was givin me the creeps. but the songs are beautiful.i didnt really listen to most of the songs before the movie came out.i listend to the songs jus now after watchin the movie.and u noe really listen to it.its really done very well some of the songs sound really unique. bah now im jus runnin my mouth.<br /><br />my drama things are taking too much of my time,my money,my stamina and my nerves.im pissed.im dead broke.The stupid director guy made me cry yesterday cos they were gettin me so tensed for one scene dat i cuddnt get it right.ENUFF of drama i have to go for one more week but the most saddest thing is dat im goina miss e new friends i made<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111440439965437723?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114282113104101622005-04-24T02:48:00.000+08:002005-04-24T02:48:33.103+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/Pic%20%20mment006.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/Pic%20%20mment006.jpg'></a><br />the huge ass mosqito bite from a week ago... (i took it then.. its gone now.) i noe its not really a pleasant pic to see.but wat the heck.:D i wana show u all how big ass dat bite was.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111428211310410162?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114281711224207552005-04-24T02:41:00.000+08:002005-04-24T02:46:03.656+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/Pic%20%20mment002.jpg"><img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/Pic%20%20mment002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />the picture i took today with my friends walkin.. two of them already went wayy ahead of us..thru the concrete jungle... i was with four other friends behind.. darn it why didnt i take a pic of them? cos the lightin sucked..when focused at the side they were at<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111428171122420755?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114281583808990442005-04-24T02:39:00.000+08:002005-04-24T02:39:43.806+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/Pic%20%20mment019.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/Pic%20%20mment019.jpg'></a><br />the swan thing on my left hand.. sis did it.. my friends think its a emblem of a color pencil box..haha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111428158380899044?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114188374482631842005-04-23T00:17:00.000+08:002005-04-23T01:03:14.056+08:00i saw chandramuki movie today.the thought of dat name itself creepin the oodles outta me.i mean.wats more scary?.a scary ghost movie or a scary ghost in a NUTcase body movie? my vote the latter.i used to call jothika as mootai kannu.now i think i'll refrain myself from dat thought of mootai kannu.but u know wats the good thing outta this?i watched the whole movie.sure my cushion gave me a FAKE safety frm e gore things.considering there werent any in the first place.anyways, i loved the coupla songs from that movie.yea i did consider that the songs were crap before watchin the movie.but now im hummin to that song in my heart.soo romantic *sigh*. Anyways. tomorrow and day after have a whole day of drama rehearsal.*arghhhhh*screamed inside my head at the thought of jothika's chandramuki image.<br /><br />oh well<br /><br />here are some funny pictures i came across on the big ol internet<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/redneck_roadsign.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.businessballs.com/images/closednotice.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/mimes.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/new_ferrari.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/image013.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/2bbd178d.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111418837448263184?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1114064454542774232005-04-21T14:20:00.000+08:002005-04-21T14:20:54.543+08:00I need to go to the beach. i miss it so badly.need to rejuvenate my senses . my whole drama scene got changed! before 9 days to the actuall performance date.WHOOHOO.im nolonger the moothevi.thankgod.i wanna watch dat chandramuki movie soo badly.but i hear its a scary movie.BUT STILL im going to overcome my fears.*wailz* i wanna watch the movie!!everyone is talkin abt it!argh!!!<br /><br />i SPENT SO MUCH THIS MONTH!!!!!!! IM dead..i wanna crawl up my bed and die.these past few days been soo bad.i didnt spend cos it was unnessessary...i feel miserable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111406445454277423?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1113892404221921432005-04-19T14:33:00.000+08:002005-04-19T14:33:24.223+08:00<img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057724633_CMyDocumentsPurple.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8d0f330)"><br>You are purple. What a romantic person you are.<br>You're sentimental and forward-looking (those<br>are opposites.). You're a sophisticated and<br>refined--with a refind taste for chocolates and<br>wine (yum...). Tempermental and moody, you let<br>people know when you're angry. But other<br>times, you just sit and sulk. Alone. When<br>around people, you're a generous person, with<br>insatiable needs. You're a starving artist,<br>basically. You're enjoy getting into debates<br>over politics and religion with people of the<br>same intelligence of you. But you know they<br>can never convince you otherwise, you stubborn<br>person, you. As a unique person you are (not<br>to mention just a tad bit eccentric...), you're<br>well-liked by either a few people, or too many<br>people...<br /><br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you%3F%20(Amazingly%20detailed%20%26%20accurate--with%20pics!)/"> <font size="-1">What color are you? (Amazingly detailed & accurate--with pics!)</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111389240422192143?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1113892370138431332005-04-19T14:17:00.000+08:002005-04-19T14:32:50.143+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/typekissquiz.html"><img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/romantic-kiss.jpg" alt="romantic kiss" width="150" height="150" border="0"></a><br /><br><br><br /><h2>You Are a Romantic Kiss!</h2><br />You are an idealist, and unsurprisingly, you give the ideal kiss<br><br />Your kiss causes almost anyone to fall in love with you<br><br />And to be honest, you need to be falling a little to let your lips loose<br><br />No biggie… your kiss is worth the wait :-)<br /><br><br><br /><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/typekissquiz.html"><font size="+1"><b>What Type of Kiss Are You?</b></font></a><br /><br><b><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/">More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</a></b></div><br /><img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WakaKaminari/1073807278_tosintense.jpg" border="0" alt="You're a Intense Kisser"><br>You have an intense kiss! You and your partner<br>connect when you kiss and you forget about the<br>rest of the world. Hey, call me!!! ^_~<br /><br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WakaKaminari/quizzes/What%20anime%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"> <font size="-1">What anime kiss are you?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"><img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/romantic.jpg" alt="romantic " width="150" height="150" border="0"></a><br /><br><br><br /><h2>You Are A <a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html">Romantic Kisser</a>!</h2><br /><b>About Your Kissing Style:</b><br><br> <br />You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.<br><br />Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!<br><br />One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.<br><br /><b>What Your Kissing Style Says About You:</b><br><br><br />You're no prude, but if you're going to get sexual, it needs to mean something.<br><br />You prefer to take things slow, because it only makes them better in the long run.<br><br />You're much more likely to find yourself engaged than in some stranger's bed.<br><br><br /><b>Your Personal Kissing Matches and Mismatches:</b><br /><br><br><br />You and another Romantic Kisser is just pure bliss. You both enjoy the finer aspects of <br />seduction and have the preference of taking things slow. It's practially love at first site.<br />You'll also find yourself attracted to Juicy Kissers. The <br />way a Juicy Kisser locks eyes with you and draws you in is almost cosmic...<br /><br><br><br />Manic Kissers are to be avoided at all costs. These kissers <br />love to kiss everyone and can never commit to one person. Next! Carnal Kissers aren't<br />your style either. They'll push you for sex way too soon... and get very upset when they don't get their way.<br /><br><br><br /><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"><font size="+1"><b>How Do *You* Kiss?</b></font></a><br /><br><b><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/">More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</a></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111389237013843133?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1113791926188231152005-04-18T10:30:00.000+08:002005-04-18T10:42:36.780+08:00Today is Monday, April 18, the 108th day of 2005. There are <span style="font-weight: bold;">257</span> days left in the year.<br /><br />In 1956, actress Grace Kelly married Prince Rainier of Monaco in a civil ceremony. (A church wedding took place the next day.)<br /><br />TODAy,R&B singer Trina (Trina and Tamara) is 31 and Actress Melissa Joan Hart is 29.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Today's Highlight in History</span>:<br /><br />Fifty years ago, on April 18, 1955, physicist <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Albert Einstein </span>died in Princeton, N.J., at age 76.<br />-RIP ALBY-<br /><br />today sugz faces her nightmare today at 6.30,her exams.<br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thought for Today</span>: "Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Albert Einstein (1879-1955).</blockquote><br /><br />i guess i shld take dat fact in right..i mean i'd proly be an einstien in the imagination category..... ive gots alotta imagination.hey i live in an imaginary world... .shiat..who am i kiddin..<br />arghh..save me lord!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111379192618823115?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1113665597617834352005-04-16T23:33:00.000+08:002005-04-16T23:33:17.616+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/repost.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/repost.jpg'></a><br />Finally they figured a way to retrieve lost data when posting.ITS abt time!!! Wooohooo!! no more cursin !well my exms on monday..i went out yesterday nite and today we celebrated hari's belated birthday.it was realy gud.. he was soooo upset nobody rememberd his birthday last week and watever..lol but somehow the whole gang got together and did the traditional cake cuttin ..:) and even more he didnt noe i was goina turn up .told him im studyin home tonight cant meet him and watever .he was at the place talkin to one of his buds and i called him and asked where he was ..n explained he got a surprise celebration goin on hhahaha loosu paiya den i got off the phone and knocked on his shoulda and he flipped out.hahahahahaa damn im gud at doin pranks and surprises..*puts hand behind e head* yup i know.muahahaa <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111366559761783435?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1113399240221535152005-04-13T21:34:00.000+08:002005-04-13T21:34:00.223+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/640/semibo.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/941/400/semibo.jpg'></a><br />i drained my last penny on this.since its new yr its only right to buy sumthin new.and i heard the chinese lady say its very prosperous to buy wallets..and besides im using a lame cotton wallet(not even wallet a coin bag sorta thing) for a wallet.no wonder i keep spending money like its seep thru.BAH i jus bought it i have the RIGHT to buy sumthin to make myself feel good at this horrible time(exam time)&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111339924022153515?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1113217090259921622005-04-11T18:23:00.000+08:002005-04-12T20:59:28.850+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ive been notty..very notty.. and not that its</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > not</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >makin me feel good.jus that i feel guilty half the time.:P but ofcourse who is to complain right?...yet..*grinz*<br /><br />i jus had the major most embarrassing bloopster of my life -maybe second most ...i went down my block to cross the 50 feet highway road to help my sis carry some bags.it was drizzling and there was already alotta water all arnd.i was runnin and had to cross..and i crossed the road half way only to find one my sandals stuck in the middle of the road due to the wet road.UGH!i was stuck in the middle of the road with ONE slipper.argh after 50 vehicles went over it.and me standin dere ,while my poor dear slipper was holdin on to life.finally all the cars n vehicles got thru and i went and got the slippers.and guess wat!? IT SURVIVED!! now i know how strong dat</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > DMK</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > brand really is!!WHOOHOO !!!SURVIVAL of the fittest.hahaa<br /><br /><br />i JUS came on tv news.hahaha LOOKIN LIKE A R-E-T-A-R-D!hahahaha. dey showed the drama rehearsal we had.boy oh boy.gagagaga dis is funny<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111321709025992162?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112889682315010172005-04-07T23:31:00.000+08:002005-04-08T00:01:22.316+08:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">body slobber in the trains</span>. its annoying.its yucky when u look like*or actually is* 12 yrs old who havent reached puberty with your 28 yr old grampa aged boyfriend.its undeniably disgusting.NO!Its not puppy love .unless you get a kick outta humpin a puppy and dat aint love biatch.havent even developed Breasts yet and with a hello kitty handphone pouch!FOr cryin out loud!i think im goina puke.personally to that 28 yr old perverted jackass.u will die in hell u bastard! im not foul mouthed .i jus havent encountered anythin sweet to be sweet. what kinda world we livin in.this other time from time to time. they shld start putting up *do not touch private parts in the trains* signs .there are Kids .elderly.and a butch/lesbian couple.watever they call them pple. touching each other like no tomorrow.god forbid! next time im goina stare.at any god damn pple who cant keep their hands to themselves.if they wana ask why im stare and laugh.well I'll point to them *maybe wat ure doin here is more like a messed up Porn video?*<br /><br />and i realised that singaporean men dont think lesbian love is interesting! lol they think its disgusting.haha.i was once travelling in the bus with my friends back from the drama rehearsal .and we always joke abt having a "LESbian club" at school.ofcourse we were only joking.and this conversation kinda came on ...okay not *came on*..it started ..oh wait.. not *started* well we were having a conversation abt the lesbian club.and this guy,a stranger was sitting beside me .and i kinda got annoyed with my guy friends cos they were teasing<br /><br />friend:*so tell me abt ure SPECIAL club dat u have at school*<br /><br />(they were asking abt this for the past 2 hrs.so it kinda got me irritated)<br /><br />me:OKAY FINE IM IN A LESBIAN CLUB.*yelled as bold as the capitalization*<br /><br />( i didnt noe it came out dat loud )<br /><br />friend:ugh!! :O<br /><br />( i was sittin to his side)<br /><br />stranger :*LOOKS front * goes wide eyed* looks at me* looks front again*.<br /><br />friend: i dont know u * moves away from me*<br /><br /><br />RETARD!!! *rollz eyes*<br /><br /><br />i realised today that my expenditure for each month is friggin high when im not at home.since im at home 1\2 of the time.when i go out i tend to spend more than normal pple who go out. and all this thanks to this dearest prudential guy. i probably spend 700-800dollars a month. and im not even earning.no wonder i feel broke all the time.i think its abt time i make Serious savings on my own.bah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111288968231501017?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112879256345592622005-04-07T21:05:00.000+08:002005-04-07T21:07:36.346+08:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >AS you can see i was curious to take THis particular quiz lol</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"><br /><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> </span><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><br /><b>You Are 35% Normal<br /><br /><em>(Occasionally Normal)</em><br /></b></span></td></tr><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> </span><tr><td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> <br /> </span><center><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> <img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/occasionally-normal.jpg" /><br /> </span></center><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> <br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br />You sure do march to your own beat...<br /><br />But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all<br /><br />You think on a totally different wavelength<br /><br />And it's often a chore to get people to understand you</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/">How Normal Are You?</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111287925634559262?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112879133683787182005-04-07T21:04:00.000+08:002005-04-07T21:05:33.686+08:00<table align="center" border="1" border cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"><br /><tbody><tr><td align="center" bg style="color:#66ccff;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><b>You Belong in 1976</b></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><center><br /> <span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000cc;"><br /> 1976 </span><br /><br /></center><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />If you scored...<br /><br />1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!<br /><br />1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.<br /><br />1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!<br /><br />1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.<br /><br />1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearbelongquiz/">What Year Do You Belong In?</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111287913368378718?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112879016266036022005-04-07T20:59:00.000+08:002005-04-07T21:03:36.270+08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">25: it´s easy to find 8 inches of chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">24: You can have chocolate all weekend and still walk OK on monday</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">23: chocolate does not keep you awake yapping after you had it</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">22: You can have chocolate with little kids and not go to jail</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">21: You don´t have to beg for chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">20: with chocolate, size does not matter...it´s always good</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">19: When you are having chocolate, it does not keep the neighbours awake</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">18: You are never too old or too young for chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">17: You can have as many kinds of chocolate as you can handle</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">16: Good chocolate is easy to find</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">15: You can have chocolate any time of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">14: chocolate doesn´t get you pregnant</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">13: With chocolate there´s no need to fake it</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">12: "If you love me you´d swallow" has real meaning with chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">11: You don´t get hairs in your mouth with chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">10: Buying chocolate does not give you a bad conscience</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">9: you can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">8: you can have chocolate on your desk without upsetting your workmates</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">7: Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">6: If you bite the nuts to hard, the chocolate does not mind</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">5: You can have chocolate in front of your parents</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">4: you can make chocolate last as long as you want to</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">3: you can safely have chocolate while you are driving</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">2: chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1: you can GET chocolate<br /><br />excerpt from <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/F23055?thread=171481">here</a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111287901626603602?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112625877139443782005-04-04T22:21:00.000+08:002005-04-04T22:44:37.140+08:00as usual. why ever would i write in here unless im happy sad or confused.. this time im jus Bored.<br /><br />my love life prospects :if there is any..<br /><br />a moslim <br />a convict<br />a geek<br />a happy go lucky<br /><br />choices. more appropriate is that im stuck in between the dangly lines of alla the above. i feel like a mess.like always. i hope to meet a person who has my mind set so they can help me out.<br />its not that i can make a choice outta them its jus plain complicated. its jus the starting already theres lotta trouble. its like u want to be sumthing as a result frm evaluating ure past experiences? so im stuck with that to being genuine . basically shld i jus be a bitch and hurt the pple who hurt me. or jus turn things in a different way ( and the different way is EVEN more complicated) so i'll jus be adding more to my headache.<br /><br /><br />my school life :<br /><br />I do Want to succeed careerwise .why the fuck u think im get worried all the time!AND i do Fuckin study! its jus that im a jinx .exams jus fuckin dont work for me.its like exams hate me! really theres a diff to when i dnt study sit for a damn exam and stare blank at the paper and jus close my eyes and write crap TO knowin wat the fuck is goin on and writin it out very fucking clearly and i still get a D!! Dun think ure too gud for anythin. cos dats when u gotta watch ure back rite<br /><br /><br /><br /> anger management: still workin on dat one..<br /> salesperson defence:still paying more for somthin less<br /><br /><br />bahhhhhhhh im talkin to hari alott after saturday.. hes a pretty cool kid!!hes like the version of my bestfriend only the male version!!haha.. my sister giving me weird looks though :s what??wat am i doin wrong?<br /><br /><br />anyway - ive forgiven shivani..well i realised if i cud forgive anyone else. i cud always forgive my friend who i shared alotta things with..jus because she made a mistake dont mean i shld too.but I wont forget it..ever.. maybe i'll get cautioned a bit more frm now on .she sounded really happy though when i msged her. meh..U ve never heard of a friend disowning another friend rite?... dats why i had to forgive her.i hope to be a better person outta this. hopefully.<br /><br />my dad came.and, went. WHOOOSH.*dat was the sound i heard him make *lol *doi not really.<br /><br />my gud friend usha stayed over on sunday and she kinda revealed her scary dream abt my house to me.now i cant sleep at night.GREAT. another reason to add for my lack of sleep.<br /><br />im jus whinin dun mind me.<br /><br />what else.. i missed his Call!!and now i was hoping all day dat it wud be him calling.but it wasnt unfortunately.and yet he knows when i'll be out so he cud call??WAT the.. anyway i dont miss dat.. i didnt..miss dat..I jus dont!....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111262587713944378?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112516771742452032005-04-03T16:22:00.000+08:002005-04-04T00:12:11.750+08:00ohhh mannn two days in a row i been having fun.especially becos of my birthday babies.. sasi n usha!! dat biatch turned 22 this yr on april1st :P and sasi turned 21!!! but yesterday was his birthday bash a typical tamil 21st birthday party.all the curry. all the dapanguthu . we went Partyin after that too! at raagawoods..was faboulous..outta the scale of enjoyment of 10.. the night was a nine!<br />one part dat ruined it all was the fight and the blood. not mine thankfully.. whole lotta drama as usual. i was dancing on the dancefloor with hari dat loosu fella infact i wasnt really close to him ..yesterday was fun hanging out with him and guess wat i saw this bloody face guy who jus had got his head smashed with a beer jug..and he was crying and angry and tryina punch the other guy in vengence too!it makes u freak wat kinda stuff u get to see in clubs the real deal * men being dumb*and have fun talkin abt it until the next partyin time. c/ar/ got punched and the other guys were punchin and kicking.. and got asked to leave.WAT THE helll.Rite? lol and that was my first time at that place! indian club lol.but yea the music was gud and overal it still was fun...but ya..i saw rea 'sbro at the club!!!:S:S:S: wat the hell!!! i was soooooOOOOOoooo embarrased haha.. i had this really gud girl image goin on and i see Him!!!but yea it was sworn to secrecy in the end.<br /><br />it seems he called and i was sleeping today.. im still having doubts if i shldve called him back.. i jus dun want to think abt dat anymore.the more i think the more i realise im jus mad as in absurd!<br /><br />i missed one..ironically...and i was hatin on the other one.. blah<br /><br />im going to bed.<br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.blogger.com/WWW.UDHAYAM05.COM"><br /></a><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blogger.com/WWW.UDHAYAM05.COM">WWW.UDHAYAM05.COM</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />venue:National</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">niversity of Singapore (UNIVERSITY Cultural center)<br />date:30th april 2005 ;saturday<br />price:$15 (booking of seats required)<br /></span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dats the drama production's official website for the "naatuaamai ' movie musical.</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> FOR Tix msg me on my hp or msn!!! OR <span style="font-size:85%;">u cud use the number on the website</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111251677174245203?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112297800795229482005-04-01T03:33:00.000+08:002005-04-01T03:36:40.800+08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My romantique idea -</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">*<span style="font-size:130%;">For dummies from a dummie</span>*</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">things u need:</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-10 red rosescented candles</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-1 bedquilt (preferably white)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-1 straw mat</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-1 champagne bottle *or apple juice * whichever u prefer</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-1 box of white and dark chocolate in a crystal bowl</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-1 bottle of body chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-icecream (in its normal state)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-sandalwood parfum</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-1 stereo with a collection of slow beatz songs</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-red lingerie for SHE/ red boxers with heartshapes allova on the HE :)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-one big bunch of dark red and white roses</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-one bottle of scented massage oil</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">directions:</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">best done in the night time</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">blindfold ure special person get all ure barang barang *stuff* ready..bring them to the nearest beach .(park isnt really a gud idea if sumthin crawls up on ya other than ure lover ure in danger)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">lay out the straw beach mat .and the bedquilt on top of dat. stick the candles in the sand all assymetrically directed *away frm the sheets n water* the champagne bucket sunk in the sand too.enjoy the moment share the icecream(dont eat it ureself) SINK IN the crystal jar in e sand. pluck dem rose petals and put it inside the cyrstal bowl too. feed the chocolates to each other . have a niceee conversation while plucking out the rose petals (i dunt noe i jus like doin dat) so u noe watever dun prick ure self or summin).check the temp outside.isst chilly outside? if she/he says yea.ure doin good. dont talk abt vomiting,pregancy,puberty or hair under any circumstances unless ure other is turned on with those infos .massage the oil onto his/her back and and the rest u'll figure out on ure own .</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111229780079522948?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112289377580677522005-04-01T01:01:00.000+08:002005-04-01T03:33:02.353+08:00FUCK u seen heaven yet? i think i jus did! u seen hell yet? DayUMMM i jus did! I couldnt relate to which of the two it was actually.but SURE Enjoyed it! the after party prolly still gOin on but without me *WAIL*.we felt if we were at the after party we wud probably go mad. and besides the fact dat brendon *this hot biatch who won* DANNNNGGGG !i knew he wud win he was my pick.HE EVEN WINKED AT ME hell yea!!!cus i was near the entrance of the runaway. overall it was Doopee,iT WAS crazy.jus dem bodies. DAYUm.. im uploading the pictures right now...but certain pictures im goina keep to myself ;) damnn its like A pinup material. and i jus realised how many" dayum" i used so far. i really cant help it. oh for the guys i saw like lotta hot female models up the runway too.im not sure if they are in the pictures though(sorry cudnt focus on them ) *grinz* .my heart is fluttering liek crazyyyyyy .<br />* i jus realised who all will be reading this :to whoever it may concern its jus a fantasy thing .Nothing went wrong anytime!*every thing..was.... per..fect...DAaaaaaaannnnnnnngggg.<br /><br />everything that happened there was Only visual . see No touch . or else i wudda had to battle 500 other women droolin over dem.<br /><br /><br />*SLAPS self* okay im okay now..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111228937758067752?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1112034920450802982005-03-29T01:00:00.000+08:002005-03-29T13:57:36.333+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Cuddnt sleep yesterday nite cos of the news!!!! Earthquake again.was praying to god there wont be any tsunami.thankfully it seems there aint goina be any big ones. although reports showed minor tsunamis in australia.But how did the earthquake in dec create sucha a big tsunami? this one was close to dat on richter scale? maybe peoples prayers got answered.thank god .thank god</span><br /><br />anyway while i was awake .. i confessed<br /><br /><br />- obssessed with lookin tall atleast feeling tall</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- avoid people who are nice to me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-forgives but NEVER forgets</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Obsessed with bright and colorful things,ie sun ,flowers..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-loves her golds ,glamour and glitter</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-often feels lonely even in a crowded room filled with friends</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- desperate to let pple hear her sing*which sucks but never admits it*</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-has a laugh that could make even the toughest creature cry for help</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- people often complain that her laugh gives them nightmares</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-sucker for romantic things ie;movies,people,gestures,chocolates</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-been called a chocoholic way too many times that its been lost count</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- chocoholic turned into sexaholic apparently chocolates relate to sex *according to a sex'opedist *</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- thinks she can fly at times.but thankfully doesnt try to</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-tried to impersonate Micheal jackson at the age of 8 and even has a picture of a scrawny self.<br />- used to listen to ricky martin :before william hung<br />-trips and falls,breaks things,damages materials all 100% accidentally<br />- needs therapy<br />-loves the blogger(24/7 crap-intake-machine)<br />-secretly wishes to take over the world<br />-<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">DESPISES</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> PPLE WHO COPY HER IN ANY WAY </span><br />-<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">loves originality<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">- </span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">tends to create her own vocab when needed</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><br /></span></span></span></span></div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br />-<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Possible Phobias</span>-</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">darkness.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >riding in a car</span>.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fainting or<span style="font-size:180%;"> weakness</span>.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">stairs</span> or<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >steep slopes</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.Inability to stand. Fear of walking or<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-style: italic;">falling</span></span>.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">being locked in an enclosed place.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">sexual abuse</span>.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">making decisions.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">going to <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >school</span>.marriage.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Beach.growing old</span>.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nudity.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hell.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >staying single.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">blood.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">going to the doctor.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">childbirth.</span>*very much *</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />insanity</span>*u'd prolly noe dat by now*</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">.injections</span>.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sharks.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >injury.HER own laugh.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the <span style="font-size:130%;">opposite </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">sex</span>. </span>(Sexophobia)*OH YEA*</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*Necrophobia- Fear of death or dead things.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*Phasmophobia- Fear of ghosts</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*Pneumatiphobia- Fear of spirits.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*Placophobia- Fear of tombstones.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*Poinephobia- Fear of punishment. *<span style="font-size:100%;">Dun wanna talk abt those*</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />**</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Philophobia-<span style="font-weight: bold;">f</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ear of falling in love or being in love</span>.*i think this shld be my second name*</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Metathesiophobia- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fear of changes</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Tropophobia- Fear of moving or making changes.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*again *</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Thantophobia- Fear of <span style="font-weight: bold;">death </span>or dying.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Testophobia- Fear of <span style="font-weight: bold;">taking tests</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Soteriophobia - Fear of <span style="font-weight: bold;">dependence on others</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Sophophobia- Fear of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >learning.</span></span><br />*<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.*hehe not really scared of dat but it sounded cute </span></span>*<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />BASICALLY</span>,<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Polyphobia- Fear of many things.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Phobophobia- Fear of phobias</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I </span>feel miserable. the guy i like dont like me.im jinx'd .end of story. :( its not even funny anymore.it jus hurts. im jus sick of all this but i know i cant stop thinking abt this.this aint the biggest problem ive faced.but it still hurts. cos it keeps bothering me. 24/7.i shld stop watching tamil movies. actually i dont watch em anyway.but i still think my tamilness shows in the way i think and feel. *sLaps self* blah.<br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">U already friggin know i Like u.why do u still wanna act Coolio for? u already "impressed" me. DOI!!!</blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span><font><span style="font-size:100%;">ESTERDAY</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><font> </span></span><font>t</span></span><font>his chinese dude was tryina hit on me and my sis at the pool place! stupid guy! and i was playin well outta the ordinary being good at it. had a coupla <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fantastic</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> shots *gloating* okay okay.yea. and this guy was playing with his friend beside rite . he starts commenting on how i played and watever bla bla bla. and he ended up playing a game wit me.and im liek okay the guy is friendly and wateevr. rite neva heard dat many chinese guys tryina hit on an indian gurl.so i was cool.den after the game i realised his friend already left and this guy was like. u noe wat i'll pay my share for the table since i played a game.and im like It was jus one game.no big deal.and hes like nooo nooo.watever rite. so we got outta the pool place and he was askin us whre we stayed and i *lied abt it*.so watevr and he wanted us to walk with him back cos his house </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">was on the other side of the block or watevr ..and i was like WUUutthaaaaa... he was givin dat wack look still.. ishwara.WHERE the fuck is that special someone to protect me when i need to be protected!!!blah! i can say i'll kick his ass and watever with martial artsy moves or wat not.but I Still want someone to turn to :$ atleast fake dat damsel in distress thing?:P and the only guy who i want to save me dont even Bother!!! BAH heck wit boyz! THROW rocks at em!!! </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>HIS ALL MAKES ME wanna go to dat bachelor's party ever more! atleast dat *keith n *brendon<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">models frm dat show</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> wud appreciate me!either that or IM turnin full fledged lesbian.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111203492045080298?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035824.post-1111908101432950232005-03-27T15:11:00.000+08:002005-03-27T15:28:30.886+08:00<img style="width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment008.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br />dats supposed to be the details haha<br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 370px; height: 492px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment007.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br />my 14th denim<br /><br /><img style="width: 369px; height: 276px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br />this Skirt is adorable. the color is fab u cant really see how great it is here though<br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 336px; height: 446px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 337px; height: 252px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br />lace thingz..<br /><img style="width: 290px; height: 386px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment003.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 287px; height: 214px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment011.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br />yay pretty and i got it for a bargain too!<br /><br /><br />I SPENt like so much money jus on clothes yesterday.. :(i feel TERRIBLE but good :D haha..i promise to myself im not goina spend anymore on clothes.:( i feel really outt of money now .:( i need to wait for dat PS2 :(yesterday was really fun.... guess WHY!?!<br /><br />cos of this>> <img style="width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/esines/Picmment009.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br />WICKED ?? I know.im sure all u ladies will be feelin reallly bad abt it. but sorry sweet hearts.wish i cud bring u all too .And even my darling said i cud go!!hehehe vAlvuthaan .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035824-111190810143295023?l=brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shreenoreply@blogger.com0