<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235</id><updated>2011-09-16T10:42:08.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you are looking for cannot be found here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-4260801209698919795</id><published>2008-04-30T22:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:20:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i might need professional help to get out of this one</title><content type='html'>I have been busy these couple of days, devoting my undivided attention to the tv screen. IM HOOKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiJhxpRyUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a1rNXuTYgr8/s1600-h/arrested-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiJhxpRyUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a1rNXuTYgr8/s320/arrested-new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053383527024962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they deserve a standing ovation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiJ0BpRyVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KQ4c7Tz0Qs4/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiJ0BpRyVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KQ4c7Tz0Qs4/s320/book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053697059637586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(surprisingly addictive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiKDBpRyWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jujUYi52DLQ/s1600-h/my-name-is-earl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiKDBpRyWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jujUYi52DLQ/s320/my-name-is-earl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053954757675362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(randy could make homer simpson look like einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiKYRpRyXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K0HDyQZ1RrY/s1600-h/the_office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiKYRpRyXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K0HDyQZ1RrY/s320/the_office.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195054319829895538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sarcasm overload.love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. Ive got nothing to watch now. RIP dvd box sets. You were kind to me. You brought me joy while you could. I feel tingly and strangely hungry for more gossip girl drama and hillarious karma (that rhymed) I WANT MORE!! You know my birthday was only a week ago, its not too late for presents *wink wink*...*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-4260801209698919795?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/4260801209698919795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=4260801209698919795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/4260801209698919795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/4260801209698919795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-might-need-professional-help-to-get.html' title='i might need professional help to get out of this one'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/SBiJhxpRyUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a1rNXuTYgr8/s72-c/arrested-new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-3906476076148271460</id><published>2008-04-23T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:47:14.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged.im it</title><content type='html'>Instructions : Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. *( changed question no.11 )*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;if the guy is physically blessed then yeah.you could call it "love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you, and why?&lt;br /&gt;-kong lee lian.only because she loves me so&lt;br /&gt;-shalini anne.because she draws the craziest cartoons.oh then we would need paper as well.and stationery&lt;br /&gt;-dharma anne.we need a slave around to make things easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shalini anne and dharma anne do not have blogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What place do you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;my very own comedy show.i still dont know what ill call it but im pretty sure it'll have something to do with midgets and barney the purple dinosaur on a stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;listening to emo rock because apparently thats what teenagers do these days..act all depressed and wear thick eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;i would beg forbes to put me on the list only to be very harshly rejected. then i would spend it all on ice cream and chocolate until i grow into an oversized whale. how depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i would confess my love.i would have confetti and rose petals fall from the sky while i confess my true feelings for my man....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;kasturituri : carefree, petite and polite, sweet, very good listener, i should probably stop :S i love you turi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;a good sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the worst thing that you have done in ur life?&lt;br /&gt;lied and also i forgot to have my shower once before going to school.good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which do you prefer from your other half? A hug or a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;a big fat hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;what would a sane human being want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;laughter.it takes away all the unnecessary pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you more afraid of failure or loss?&lt;br /&gt;loss&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If given a choice, which animal would you opt to be, and why?&lt;br /&gt;a chameleon. id have eyes that could roll around like an 8 ball and i love change so yes. A CHAMELEON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you had the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was more optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What makes you feel disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;overrated and over hyped movies. *sighs* did any of you watch 10 000 bc? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If given a chance, do you want to see your future?&lt;br /&gt;yes.only if the haitian guy erases my memory after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do your friends label you as?&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont know. maybe it should be kept that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i've tagged :&lt;br /&gt;kong lee lian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-3906476076148271460?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/3906476076148271460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=3906476076148271460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/3906476076148271460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/3906476076148271460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/04/taggedim-it.html' title='tagged.im it'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-4845804078603125153</id><published>2008-04-01T21:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:20:35.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The F word</title><content type='html'>I think about my future a lot. And when I do, I get this very intense gut wrenching feeling inside of me because the uncertainty of it all is terrifying. The word school is no longer part of my thesaurus and because of that i get a lot of "WHATS YOUR PLANS FOR THE FUTURE?", "WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO NOW?" and the occasional "YOUNG GIRL, YOU ARE A BIG GIRL NOW". You know everytime I hear that last one, I have to restrain myself from stuffing a large fruit into his/her/ambiguous' mouth. It is kind of flattering to know that people actually care about how your life is going and if you're making the right decisions..but these people are elderly folk...which also means they're nosey..so no. Not flattering at all. I'm still undecided and confused. I've always been. I wanted to be Elmo when I was little ( at that time i was unaware that the one thing i aspired to be...was the one thing that would make me want to drown myself in a pool of toxic waste later in life) but that never worked out now did it? And then came the marine life phase. Funny how one movie on a lovable orca whale inspired me to become a marine biologist and another film on an oversized shark made me go " HELL NO!! ". I wanted to be a vet after that. Until I saw Cujo. Kidding. I have four dogs so, Im pretty sure dogs like that don't exist. I still want to be a vet but the problem is I love canines too much to actually have to deal with sick ones everyday. And I shutter at the thought of having to put one to sleep. If I dont decide now I'll end up being the unemployed lady with 99 cats even before I reach the age of 40. And cat ladies are usually 80 something. Damn it. At this point, Iam willing to ask anyone for help because being in a state of confusion is something I refuse to linger in any longer!! You know what, I'm going to ask someone's opinion right now. Maybe I'll ask jeeves. Yes Iam going to ask jeeves. Asking jeeves is the perfect solution. Damn Im one smart cookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you want to hear a really depressing story worst than the ones you hear on Oprah. You might want to continue reading. I have completely lost track of time because I rot myself to death at home these days. But I've failed to realise how severe my condition is until today. I found out that today happens to be le premiere avril ( the 1st of april ) only when it was too late in the evening to prank anyone. God took away Aprils fools from me. That's a wee bit harsh dont you think? I have to wait another year. I WISH I HAD SCHOOL TODAY. Oh the joy I would get out of watching kong's face on the floor :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-4845804078603125153?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/4845804078603125153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=4845804078603125153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/4845804078603125153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/4845804078603125153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/04/cat-lady.html' title='The F word'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-6143134348813410517</id><published>2008-03-17T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:33:10.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utopian dream in disguise?</title><content type='html'>So now that results are out, apart from having to deal with the downpour of phone calls and praises (which i cannot bring myself to accept...considering how "well" i did) I had to register at my future college as well. Kolej Tuanku Jaafar. Scratching your head? Yeah..I had a feeling you would. It's this boarding college in Mantin, on the way to Seremban. Did I mention that it's a boarding college? Not enough I suppose. When I first heard that I would soon be fed-exed away to this boarding college, I felt like my parents were casting me away into this unknown realm where people like mrs trenchbull(from matilda) actually existed! Honestly, I could already picture myself being disciplined. Thoroughly disciplined by a freaky looking lady with a mean looking face and a fist worth knealing on your feet for. She wore a military uniform and held a mace too. Yes it was a terrifying vision which haunted me for weeks but I've managed to get past that. I've been thinking about it a lot eversince (ive been thinking a lot about everything actually...since i practically vegetate at home these days) and I believe they(my parents) have made the right decision. I've always believed in their decisions. They always know what's good for their little brat. Now the visions are completely different. Bunny rabbits, candy canes and cotton candy! If I was gay or highly overdosed on some kind of weird drug. I actually can't wait to go to college. Despite what people say about boarding colleges and how they have this preconceived notion that it's pure evil. It could be great you know..new friends and everything. The facilities are amazing too. Teachers are excellent (so Ive heard) I CANNOT WAIT! I sure hope I'm right about this though :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-6143134348813410517?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/6143134348813410517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=6143134348813410517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/6143134348813410517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/6143134348813410517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/03/utopian-dream-in-disguise.html' title='utopian dream in disguise?'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-3918496324442852654</id><published>2008-03-14T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:38:50.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the subjugated subject</title><content type='html'>I swear I had a catatonic moment when i got my spm results. I didnt do as well as i expected to but that wasnt an issue when i saw the alpahabet next to the word ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS in my results slip...ladies and gentleman i give you the very first alphabet them precocious little children learn in kindergarten or preschool or whatever... an A baby! A...woohooo...I aced my addmaths. Hallelujah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-3918496324442852654?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/3918496324442852654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=3918496324442852654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/3918496324442852654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/3918496324442852654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/03/subjugated-subject.html' title='the subjugated subject'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-7589135064157937505</id><published>2008-02-28T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:56:44.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hallelujah</title><content type='html'>I now possess god's greatest gift. Actually in a week I will. I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST! Whooppp dee doooooooo....i can already smell the sweet emancipation of janani. And lemme tell ya..it smells like trips to the beach, daily lunch dates at taylors college (thanks to the infamous kong lee lian and rajalakshmi), regular visits to school ( I MISS SCHOOL). Sounds great right? Well there's only one problem. Two actually.&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;1) Mother darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Father dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I'm 50..those plans might actually work out. But that's just dreaming big right? I think 65 sounds realistic. I hope they go through this realization period where they realise the horrible consequences of not allowing ANAK to put newly obtained DRIVING LICENSE to good use. Horrifying consequences. I have a feeling they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my driving test and how i actually passed. I think I know how. It was the long wait...the crazy 5 hours of sitting down like an idiot waiting for my number to be called out..I COULDNT POSSIBLY GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN! I had to pass this. And I did. I had to ok..I just had to. So the insanely long wait actually did me some good. Thankfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-7589135064157937505?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/7589135064157937505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=7589135064157937505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/7589135064157937505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/7589135064157937505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/02/hallelujah.html' title='hallelujah'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-2637316649108335352</id><published>2008-01-18T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:38:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a worthy opponent: the clutch</title><content type='html'>I had my second driving lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C1E8pJWHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XNxTIYIqIBM/s1600-h/McDowell%2520-%2520Flipped%2520car%2520on%2520Rt_%252052%2520near%2520Premier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C1E8pJWHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XNxTIYIqIBM/s320/McDowell%2520-%2520Flipped%2520car%2520on%2520Rt_%252052%2520near%2520Premier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156820669942028402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C2gcpJWJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JmlI_0AcVSA/s1600-h/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C2gcpJWJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JmlI_0AcVSA/s320/p3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156822241900058770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C5pcpJWLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aNy2JpYA0pg/s1600-h/Pic-Services-FireAmbulance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C5pcpJWLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aNy2JpYA0pg/s320/Pic-Services-FireAmbulance2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156825695053764786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...no.Almost.But NO.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing alright until the engine just stopped in the middle of a highway. Probably god's way of amusing himself..it almost got me killed though. And the drivers behind me who obviously suffer from severe road rage kept giving me dastardly looks when they so considerately memotong me...assholes&lt;br /&gt;My driving instructor was real nice though..pretty traumatised too by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes just before i go...a message to all kancil cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE YOU MANUAL SCUM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-2637316649108335352?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/2637316649108335352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=2637316649108335352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/2637316649108335352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/2637316649108335352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/01/worthy-opponent-clutch.html' title='a worthy opponent: the clutch'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5C1E8pJWHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XNxTIYIqIBM/s72-c/McDowell%2520-%2520Flipped%2520car%2520on%2520Rt_%252052%2520near%2520Premier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-6304879657518628722</id><published>2008-01-18T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:58:13.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute</title><content type='html'>This post will be about a staff of unqualified retards working at a screwed up paper company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office has it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AtjspJV2I/AAAAAAAAABo/dhTlYzNNW0E/s1600-h/the_office_nbc_image__3___medium_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AtjspJV2I/AAAAAAAAABo/dhTlYzNNW0E/s320/the_office_nbc_image__3___medium_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156671664641628002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A1m8pJV9I/AAAAAAAAACg/UC7uST62E_s/s1600-h/NUP_111026_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A1m8pJV9I/AAAAAAAAACg/UC7uST62E_s/s320/NUP_111026_0177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156680516569225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A3EcpJV-I/AAAAAAAAACo/QrKmi93wO5Y/s1600-h/the_office_nbc_image_dwight__1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A3EcpJV-I/AAAAAAAAACo/QrKmi93wO5Y/s320/the_office_nbc_image_dwight__1_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156682122886993890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwight schrute everyone. My future husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A5IcpJV_I/AAAAAAAAACw/x_2SKHOrxdU/s1600-h/174926__jim_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A5IcpJV_I/AAAAAAAAACw/x_2SKHOrxdU/s320/174926__jim_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156684390629726194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A7SMpJWAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XF37s-8fLpI/s1600-h/181864560_7ec218adc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A7SMpJWAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XF37s-8fLpI/s320/181864560_7ec218adc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156686757156706306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;productive workers for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A7xMpJWBI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qd54CrZMxsg/s1600-h/c201er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A7xMpJWBI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qd54CrZMxsg/s320/c201er.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156687289732651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A9DMpJWCI/AAAAAAAAADI/6e2X95x7E8g/s1600-h/Jim-faces-the-convict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A9DMpJWCI/AAAAAAAAADI/6e2X95x7E8g/s320/Jim-faces-the-convict.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156688698481924130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A9WMpJWDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FmFES0Y8qgQ/s1600-h/1154991499_skrasinski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A9WMpJWDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FmFES0Y8qgQ/s320/1154991499_skrasinski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156689024899438642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many faces of jim halpert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A-V8pJWEI/AAAAAAAAADY/UNo2CHTFi5M/s1600-h/pj_pamjim_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A-V8pJWEI/AAAAAAAAADY/UNo2CHTFi5M/s320/pj_pamjim_007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156690120116099138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A-uMpJWFI/AAAAAAAAADg/cQZYN68I390/s1600-h/Jim%2520and%2520Pam_Casino%2520Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A-uMpJWFI/AAAAAAAAADg/cQZYN68I390/s320/Jim%2520and%2520Pam_Casino%2520Night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156690536727926866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forbidden love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A_MspJWGI/AAAAAAAAADo/E4TPUQS1drU/s1600-h/theofficeshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5A_MspJWGI/AAAAAAAAADo/E4TPUQS1drU/s320/theofficeshow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156691060713936994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dysfunctional boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love this show..the british version with ricky gervais is really..ermmm...how do i put this...BRITISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the actors are all professional MIMES&lt;br /&gt;2) the scenes are sooooo "intense" like you could have a cardiac arrest while watching the show...pfftt&lt;br /&gt;3) the script's probably written by a dying cancer patient on his deathbed&lt;br /&gt;4) every episode WILL have a tea and scones scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DONT GET IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-6304879657518628722?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/6304879657518628722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=6304879657518628722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/6304879657518628722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/6304879657518628722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute.html' title='a tribute'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AtjspJV2I/AAAAAAAAABo/dhTlYzNNW0E/s72-c/the_office_nbc_image__3___medium_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-8610547079521428594</id><published>2008-01-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:16:38.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>no i have not abandoned my blog..i absolutely refuse to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see now, the last time i published an oh so juicy and informative yet very unpopular post was..well..last year!! ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whts been goin on you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) school is officially over for GOOD. You might think ..lucky bitch that jane! now she can finally move on with life and enjoy all the freedom she so deserved. Well guess what? Screw that! I miss school...I miss everything about school. The "well-maintained" toilets, the ridiculously over priced food at the canteen (ahhh...the smell of yummy canteen nasi goreng...you know..the one that usually came with a little gift in it i.e dead fly or 1 sen coin), the low cost school events..sports day and stuff (despite not being athletically gifted...i still love hari sukan :) and.....shit..im gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AbbcpJV1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Wk6OkFTlmrc/s1600-h/970146018l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AbbcpJV1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Wk6OkFTlmrc/s320/970146018l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156651731698407250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology...sweet sweet biology...how i long for another biology exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R48c_MpJVyI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lq1U6mRqS9s/s1600-h/mulu!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R48c_MpJVyI/AAAAAAAAABI/Lq1U6mRqS9s/s320/mulu!!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156371970413647650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some students practice cannibalism too...its not that freaky once you get used to &lt;br /&gt;it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AaFMpJV0I/AAAAAAAAABY/l9u7bXzSstI/s1600-h/P5250296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AaFMpJV0I/AAAAAAAAABY/l9u7bXzSstI/s320/P5250296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156650249934690114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day! nice to see the teachers happy for a change..they usually have that grim reaper look on their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SCHOOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) prom is over too. It was alright. I had fun. I did. I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My friends have all abandoned me. Raja and Kong are having a blast at taylors..well not quite. Shal and Kussex are at Sunway. Yana and Rhema and everyone else are pretty much doin absolutely nothing as well..Aneesha's at NS camp in Beranang..probably a toughened up female now..I can go on and on bout everyone else's fate after school as well..but..haiyoyo..malas lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. i promise ill be back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(its not like im blogspot royalty or anything where everyone just dies to read my next post but ill be back anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic no 3..courtesy of ineedtotalk.blogdrive.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-8610547079521428594?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/8610547079521428594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=8610547079521428594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/8610547079521428594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/8610547079521428594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-i-have-not-abandoned-my-blog.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/R5AbbcpJV1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Wk6OkFTlmrc/s72-c/970146018l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-3707104576981499826</id><published>2007-10-28T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:59:35.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sijil pelajaran malaysia</title><content type='html'>DEAR HIGHER CALLING UP THERE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY PRAYER TO YOU. PLEASE HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS ORDEAL IN ONE PIECE. PLEASE HELP ME ACHIEVE MY GOAL WHICH IS TO ACTUALLY GET A CONSIDERABLY 'OK' AMOUNT OF As IN THE EXAM. PLEASE HELP ME GET MY LAZY ASS OFF THE COUCH. PLEASE...I NEED YOU TO HELP ME...BIGTIME!!!!!!! PLEASE x 5 0000 00000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL RECEIVE DAILY UPDATES ON THE MATTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;JANANI&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LOYAL DEVOTEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-3707104576981499826?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/3707104576981499826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=3707104576981499826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/3707104576981499826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/3707104576981499826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2007/10/sijil-pelajaran-malaysia.html' title='sijil pelajaran malaysia'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-4116773098155750895</id><published>2007-09-30T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:24:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's so lucky....she's a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's Britney Bitch&lt;br /&gt;I see you,&lt;br /&gt;And i just wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime they turn the lights down&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna go that extra mile for you&lt;br /&gt;You got my display of affection&lt;br /&gt;Feels like no one else in the room (the room) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get down like there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;We keep on rockin, we keep on rockin'&lt;br /&gt;Cameras are flashin while we're dirty dancer&lt;br /&gt;They keep watchin, keep watchin'&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the the crowd was sayin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Gimme more &lt;br /&gt;Gimme more &lt;br /&gt;Gimme gimme more [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center of attention, even when you're up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;You got me in a crazy position (uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;If you're on a mission (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;You got my permission ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't control myself, more&lt;br /&gt;They want more?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll give them more (ow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme more gimme more&lt;br /&gt;Gimme more gimme more babe &lt;br /&gt;I just want more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no. No more. Please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at this function the other day and a few ladies...aged 40-45 had a little parliament session. You know..the one where they all sit down and talk about pointless issues and compare family crisis. I was pretty closeby this motherly meeting and I overheard them talking about Britney Spears. Picture this. Five Indian ladies ranting about god knows what and all of a sudden I heard this lady say "you know that american singer...what's her name..brittany something?"..and one of them cuts in saying "oh yes. Britney Spears. Such a bad influence I tell you..She just got divorced and now somebody is pressing charges against her. Can't even take care of her children properly. And those revealing pictures too. What nonsense is this?"..."And what's with this bald shennanigan...You don't think she took a vow for thaipusam now do you?"..."Celebrities these days. Such vulgarity." Ok..maybe I exaggerated the lines a tiny bit but this is all true. Britney, you should be ashamed of yourself. Tsk tsk tsk. As for the bunch of indian ladies...if they ever form a book club. Count me in! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/Rv9A6pXbuEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SkbnUWPl7pc/s1600-h/britney_spears_shaving-hair-bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/Rv9A6pXbuEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SkbnUWPl7pc/s320/britney_spears_shaving-hair-bald.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115879077996902466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-4116773098155750895?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/4116773098155750895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=4116773098155750895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/4116773098155750895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/4116773098155750895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-so-luckyshes-star.html' title='she&apos;s so lucky....she&apos;s a star'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/Rv9A6pXbuEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SkbnUWPl7pc/s72-c/britney_spears_shaving-hair-bald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-514228862006051086</id><published>2007-09-28T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:08:16.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night of corsages and tuxedos</title><content type='html'>I shall now enlighten you on the history and definition of 'prom'. Prom, short for Promenade is used to describe a formal dance held at the end of an academic year. The name is derived from the late nineteenth century practice of a promenade ball.Boys usually dress in black tie (a dinner jacket and bow tie), sometimes with brightly colored  vests, though any sort of formal wear can be worn. Traditionally, girls wear formal gowns or dresses adorned with a corsage given to them by their date. Many boys also match the color of their tie to their date's dress. Often, boys and girls will dress according to the theme of the prom eg. Miami Vice or Bond. Common prom activities include dining, dancing, the crowning of a prom King and Queen, and socializing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've made "prom" sound as lame as possible (i tried my very best and wikipedia helped too) lets see how many of you show up for this year's prom. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have decided to attend SMKCK's prom this year. And yes. I have also the daunting task of choosing the perfect date ahead of me. Obviously I have narrowed down my choices to two very good looking homosapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/RvzO0JXbuAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iBBUQm96sP4/s1600-h/tranz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/RvzO0JXbuAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iBBUQm96sP4/s320/tranz.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115190672048764930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't you heard? tranzvestites are a hit at proms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/RvzPkpXbuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X-CaS7c2yYQ/s1600-h/jamesssiiieess.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/RvzPkpXbuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X-CaS7c2yYQ/s320/jamesssiiieess.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115191505272420370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then of course there's the mouth watering james lafferty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it...James is a better choice. The tranzvestite might get all the attention and probably even outshine the to be prom queen(me). NO I WILL NOT LET A SHE-MALE JEOPARDISE MY CHANCES OF BECOMING QUEEN OF THE PROMENADE. So it's settled then. James it is. Iam going to prom with One tree hill's hot husband...ain't I a lucky lass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a girl can dream lah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-514228862006051086?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/514228862006051086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=514228862006051086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/514228862006051086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/514228862006051086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-of-corsages-and-tuxedos.html' title='a night of corsages and tuxedos'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxG8hDL4uDw/RvzO0JXbuAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iBBUQm96sP4/s72-c/tranz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594770344895071235.post-2449773634309011489</id><published>2007-09-27T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:59:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama is life with the dull bits left out</title><content type='html'>school was....you know..very school-like. The usual "tolong senyap" and the occasional "you rock jane!"....ok so i made the second one up. Oh and today happens to be the 17th birthday of a very special being. HAPPY BDAY YOGI BEAR DARLING!! For those of you who are completely unaware of who or what this yogi bear is?? Be jealous. Very jealous. For this Yogi Bear is a person..a human being close to my heart. An amazing friend. You should all feel very unlucky indeed. We had a party of special magnificence in school. With party streamers, glossy banners, cake(not a big fan of cake....but cake is a must. so i've heard), a chocolate fountain, chocolate fondue, balloons of every colour you could think of (even fuchsia and tangerine... and colours you've never even heard of), hot guys to consort with and beautiful gowns, each custom made for everyone in 5 Berlian. Actually no. But even better than that, everyone sang and she even gave us a speech. I must say Iam ecstatic. It's not everyday your Yogi Bear turns seventeen. They grow up so fast. If that wasn't enough amusement for the day...another person I shall refer to as "Tiffany" performed this very rare and unusual stunt which became the highlight of the day. I have a pen. And it's not just any ordinary pen...it's a pastel flourescent pink pin which I truly adored. I loved that pen. Tiffany being the ridiculously jealous sort obviously took my pen ransom because she did not own a pen like that. She tortured the poor pen in ways unimaginable to any sane human being. It was awful. She made the pen perform death defying acts which almost caused it's nib to break and she DIDNT PUT THE CAP ON..one of the many things i cannot bear to look at is a pen without it's cap on. Very inhumane. Tiffany got a little bored with the whole capless pen torture after a while so she decided to try something else. Iam very sorry to say that the faint hearted cannot and SHOULD NOT continue reading for what I'm about to tell you may be the cause of your next cardiac arrest. Tiffany decided to open the pen and all it's contents....and she meddled with the ink. MEDDLED WITH THE INK!!! Why on earth would someone want to meddle with the ink of a flawless flourescent ink pen..Why? The horror....OH the horror. Then the ink poured all over her baju..hahah. Thank you for making my day Tiffany :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I miss STAR WARS!!! George Lucas and his hideous looking jabba the hutts and galactic princesses boosts my self esteem....iam grateful i don't look like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) maybe i should start speaking in tamil with my family....it kills me to know that i know close to NOTHING when it comes to my mother tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I should probably study now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell blog. for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594770344895071235-2449773634309011489?l=janani1804.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/feeds/2449773634309011489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6594770344895071235&amp;postID=2449773634309011489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/2449773634309011489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594770344895071235/posts/default/2449773634309011489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janani1804.blogspot.com/2007/09/drama-is-life-with-dull-bits-left-out.html' title='drama is life with the dull bits left out'/><author><name>janani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
