<?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-1802888774396713118</id><updated>2011-08-15T19:44:04.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FIL's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5843694280319382536</id><published>2011-04-25T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:00:07.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Accn xam</title><content type='html'>Today was accn exam. 1 down, 3 to go! &lt;br /&gt;Fairly okay la, i still don't have the seh-ness i used to feel when i walked in / out of exam hall, buts its okay i guess. First year only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out for a swim ltr! Darling's too busy for me. I gta make myself busy so i won't think of her. Haha. Tough ah tough. Who wan try LDR for fun? Don't la. Not fun at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5843694280319382536?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5843694280319382536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5843694280319382536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/accn-xam.html' title='Accn xam'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5767704719261645700</id><published>2011-04-24T16:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:57:36.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>Xams start tml. Whahaha. I slaacked for the past 3 days liao, and don't plan to rush on e last day. Let tml come n go like all my other exams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started swimming. AWESOME feeling! Tml swim agn =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5767704719261645700?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5767704719261645700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5767704719261645700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5582939009876628396</id><published>2011-04-21T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:14:33.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>So, i was feeling really really zz. My mind was like boggling with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to take out my rosary, i haven't touched it in my room since i came to edinburgh. &lt;br /&gt;But i'm surprised at how much it calms me down. Brings tears to my eyes, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayed for maturity and wisdom, not intellect and guile. &lt;br /&gt;Pray to be a better man, and not a richer man.&lt;br /&gt;Pray, because i really needed help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5582939009876628396?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5582939009876628396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5582939009876628396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3590187536698200733</id><published>2011-04-21T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:30:00.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in e ....ear!</title><content type='html'>Wa zz. Recently gt this very bad ear 'infection'. In apostrophes only because i think its ear infection and i'm not very sure.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Still can hear what people say but i now have to sleep only on 1 side of my face. Cause i can't even touch my ear, hurts like zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i go back to Sg, darling has to sleep on my...right! Yea, we gotta change sleeping positions for awhile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's boring, but i'm down to the 20s!! Where x is the no. of days to going home, x&amp;lt;30!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Accn exam in 4 days, fk that. Math is the killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3590187536698200733?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3590187536698200733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3590187536698200733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/pain-in-e-ear.html' title='Pain in e ....ear!'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-109868602030842499</id><published>2011-04-18T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:26:38.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, start, go!</title><content type='html'>'The red lights seem to be on for an eternal time, and gogogoog! Vettel is off to a bad start. Button into the lead, Hamilton, aggressive into turn 1. Pushes Vettel off the racing line. Now Rosberg up side by side against Vettel. Horrifying start for our pole starter - Vettel.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now the exams have started. Yea i'm starting slow. Kinda like Mark webber, starting in 18th. haha. But no fear, gt 54 laps t win the race, and for my case, 31 days to make it all happen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets gogogo! The race is on. The coveted price at the end of the rainbow. C ya there =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-109868602030842499?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/109868602030842499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/109868602030842499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/ready-start-go.html' title='Ready, start, go!'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1481083795217880363</id><published>2011-04-17T00:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:40:27.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Break time =?</title><content type='html'>So this is how a normal day goes about nowadays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 10! I do my stuff until 1130.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;strong&gt;Microlab, &lt;/strong&gt;to study. Its a kinda library in our accommodation area.&lt;br /&gt;So i study until about 7+/8/9/10, depending on my mood!&lt;br /&gt;So wad do i do during my break time after&amp;nbsp;i end my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahah. I pack. Packing my luggage has become one of my happiest activities recently. Seeing the things disappear from the room,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my luggages become heavier. &lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda scared i cannot bring it home though. Too freaking much stuff. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1481083795217880363?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1481083795217880363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1481083795217880363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/break-time.html' title='Break time =?'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5583639967154261166</id><published>2011-04-15T11:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:38:06.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.xin.msn.com/en/sex-relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4772763&amp;amp;page=9"&gt;http://lifestyle.xin.msn.com/en/sex-relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4772763&amp;amp;page=9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel likey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5583639967154261166?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5583639967154261166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5583639967154261166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/ooos.html' title='OOOs'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2078134946087766094</id><published>2011-04-14T23:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:45:30.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A new quote to live by</title><content type='html'>Don't start a new day with someone you love if you can't finish another whole year with her. If i start 15/4/2011 loving you, make sure i can be with you till 14/4/2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJCAC6beQY/TadqPf4UoqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wE3yYIjL7TA/s1600/image-upload-25-746250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJCAC6beQY/TadqPf4UoqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wE3yYIjL7TA/s1600/image-upload-25-746250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Honestly, i don't care where you came from. I don't care how u look. I don't care what you do. I don't care if u make me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i love u. &lt;br /&gt;Btw, where the fk did this photo come from? The best kiss i've had on camera i tink in 6 years =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;To my beautiful girl =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2078134946087766094?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2078134946087766094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2078134946087766094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-quote-to-live-by.html' title='A new quote to live by'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJCAC6beQY/TadqPf4UoqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wE3yYIjL7TA/s72-c/image-upload-25-746250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1659022359610532684</id><published>2011-04-14T13:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:47:25.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>Does over commitment make you unhappy? If it does, will me changing it make u more happy? But changing that makes me unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a way to come to a compromise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1659022359610532684?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1659022359610532684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1659022359610532684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4458249019570504310</id><published>2011-04-13T21:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:27:35.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A post totally for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-a_Z6wUlT4/TaX3-YNU1zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/79YmlB36qTQ/s1600/P5170328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595150763100002098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-a_Z6wUlT4/TaX3-YNU1zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/79YmlB36qTQ/s320/P5170328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo4W-ksmPns/TaX39_IdKVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bBOM0y2GKfE/s1600/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595150756368689490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo4W-ksmPns/TaX39_IdKVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bBOM0y2GKfE/s320/DSC00581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn60MYBNPjM/TaX39hv3mdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6VIyLFYa0l0/s1600/P9050630.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend a whole life with 1 girl, and 1 girl only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To lie beside you day after day. I know i won't get bored of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give u a hundred percent and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i could ask for nothing, but i'm not that noble a man. But what i ask for is just that simple. Your attention, your love, your care and concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were asking me to understand the logic of kite flying. Haven't i let enough go? Haven't i not asked for anything? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does being overseas really change alot of things? Do you really wanna let nature take its course? I know that i'd work harder to maintain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its realy tiring to be the only 1 working and running and trying. A rs after all is nothing but a two-man team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how dissed i get with you, how irritated i am, how disappointed, i know, i only love 1 girl in this past 20.5 years of my life. Nvr regretted, nvr wanted someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So through the good times, and the bad, the tough, and the easy. I want you. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4458249019570504310?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4458249019570504310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4458249019570504310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-totally-for-you.html' title='A post totally for you'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-a_Z6wUlT4/TaX3-YNU1zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/79YmlB36qTQ/s72-c/P5170328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-8609827755876609576</id><published>2011-04-11T22:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:00:57.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlanders!</title><content type='html'>I'm officially a highlander!! &lt;br /&gt;Went to the 3D2N trip. Really really tiring. Organized by Singsoc! =D &lt;br /&gt;Its an awesome place except for the last bus ride back, where i held my pee in for over an hour. I seriously haven't held it for so long in such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its awesome, how you can miss, want and love someone so much. &lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;Really is&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My girl looks so freaking pretty i can't wait to go back so i can take her out and show off. I know she doesn't believe me when i compliment her, but it comes from the bottom of my heart =) &lt;br /&gt;Problems are problems, but whats an rs without problems eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to highlands, what did we NOT see! We didn't see Nessie!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;Because i hid &lt;strong&gt;nessie&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants. shhh &lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-8609827755876609576?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8609827755876609576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8609827755876609576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/highlanders.html' title='Highlanders!'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2288581920213335962</id><published>2011-04-11T17:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:39:41.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bladder</title><content type='html'>Have u ever been on a bus w a full bladder? It sucks&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2288581920213335962?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2288581920213335962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2288581920213335962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/bladder.html' title='bladder'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5132138677027463674</id><published>2011-04-08T23:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:08:55.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is 1 always 1?</title><content type='html'>I was just walking back w my sister. We were looking at the moon. &lt;br /&gt;So i was just saying, the moon looks really pretty. &lt;br /&gt;And she says 'no! That same crescent moon appears once every 15 days. How can it be pretty. its not like it appears once in a year!' &lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking, is beauty relative? Is there absolute beauty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell my darling she looks pretty. But by looking pretty everyday, does that take any gloss off her beauty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its novelty that eclipses beauty. Its the concept of relativity that kills beauty. Its the notion of 'over n over again' that corrodes beauty.&lt;br /&gt;How can one thing that looked pretty to you before, suddenly not look pretty? &lt;br /&gt;Nope. The person still is the same, and you haven't changed. Its just, perception. &lt;br /&gt;Every once in 15 days, i see a crescent moon, i say its beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday i see my girl, i say she's beautiful. You don't look any less beautiful just because u look beautiful everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to up your game for the person you love, because the person who loves you shouldn't ever have to think twice about your beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5132138677027463674?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5132138677027463674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5132138677027463674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-1-always-1.html' title='Is 1 always 1?'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5480694868322298610</id><published>2011-04-08T01:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:29:27.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just missing home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEIUepQYYSE/TZ5Qh47gv0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/orLHhs3Tl5I/s1600/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592996330388635458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEIUepQYYSE/TZ5Qh47gv0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/orLHhs3Tl5I/s320/DSC00304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's boulder. I think he was...6? Still my little boulder in my heart. I think he made me wna have my own 3 kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWc05Ds3LL0/TZ5Qhpa4i1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/YU3kHSuyLQ4/s1600/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592996326225251154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWc05Ds3LL0/TZ5Qhpa4i1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/YU3kHSuyLQ4/s320/DSC00204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe, this is in australia oso. Australia of...2007? I think we were going back to that hilltop resort. Awesome place. i wanna go back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qncsG8lOuVg/TZ5QhaweWHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7VpKXjX17kQ/s1600/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592996322289277042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qncsG8lOuVg/TZ5QhaweWHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7VpKXjX17kQ/s320/DSC00572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was taken, when we were trying suits for 20th year wedding aniversary. The uber grand one. Hmm, was in 2008? Probably september if my memory is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSrdAcmrDBE/TZ5QhKfHSyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qZGlw0GThpg/s1600/2%2B%252893%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592996317921495842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSrdAcmrDBE/TZ5QhKfHSyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qZGlw0GThpg/s320/2%2B%252893%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australia 2007!!! My favourite gold coast and i think this is movieland! My kids have to go there next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vzyOJxFCk4/TZ5Qg6D-LMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/c-xccMbGxNc/s1600/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592996313512684738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vzyOJxFCk4/TZ5Qg6D-LMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/c-xccMbGxNc/s320/DSC00523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah hah! I think oso at the suit trying place. Most sibly shot i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. I have a new past time. Its called packing. When i take a study break, i pack my luggage. Seeing my room empty, reminds me that this is just home away from home. Home at home is where home is supposed to be home. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sry, chimology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5480694868322298610?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5480694868322298610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5480694868322298610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-missing-home.html' title='just missing home'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEIUepQYYSE/TZ5Qh47gv0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/orLHhs3Tl5I/s72-c/DSC00304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5273737211832315270</id><published>2011-04-08T00:46:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:21:46.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>7+4=11. 07042011</title><content type='html'>I came to this computer full of thoughts, but unable to generate any of them. I don't think anyone follows this, not even you. Maybe I shall, not rant so much at you. Not make my views so pervasive in your life. Maybe I shall, rant here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every morning, i wake up, i call you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You always sound so listless, like a wave of ice just swept over you. &lt;br /&gt;You sound like you wanna put the phone down immediately, like my voice are bullets to your ears. &lt;br /&gt;You speak of negativity, you reek of it. &lt;br /&gt;You can't sympathise w my plight, and u say i shld blame myself, for choosing to go overseas, and then missing home. &lt;br /&gt;You say that i like to listen to nice things, and thats not reallity. &lt;br /&gt;Yeap, i live in a world, not of reality. But what really is reality in this, our, relationship? &lt;br /&gt;I love you. We know where our hearts lie, but we are just lost. Lost in a phase of our lives. Lost without direction. I know i've given up many things for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my life. Lets see. &lt;br /&gt;During school days, life oscillated between work (study) and you. &lt;br /&gt;During army, it was, book out, darling-time, book in. Look forward to book out, darling time, book in. &lt;br /&gt;During university. hmm. haha. I dunid to say la, its about the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many arguments we've had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) The argument about possessiveness and jealous (sec 3,4 J2?) &lt;br /&gt;2) The argument on the bed ( 18,19?) &lt;br /&gt;3) The argument about cleanliness (rental house) &lt;br /&gt;4) The argument about clubbing (late 19?) &lt;br /&gt;5) The argument about how i never wanna do stuff that you wanna do (early 19?) &lt;br /&gt;6) The argument about whether we were officially together? (sec 3,4) &lt;br /&gt;7) The argument about yy ( December 2008) &lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;strong&gt; The argument about facebook&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;The argument about 'too many i love yous, and not being able to be a friend'.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; are unresolved. &lt;br /&gt;The other 8. I nvr did actually bring them up, and if i did, they were rare. &lt;br /&gt;Many a times, i compromised. Simply because i didn't wna change u. U don't like to change, and u believe that a person&lt;strong&gt; shouldn't have to change for their better half&lt;/strong&gt; in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that, if i love someone, that someone becomes more important den me. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my &lt;strong&gt;identity&lt;/strong&gt; is unimportant. And if changing makes u happier, change all i will. Darling, gimme time, i will resolve the bolded arguments. I know more bolded arguments will appear, but someday, they will be &lt;strong&gt;un-&lt;/strong&gt;bolded. Thats me for u, u just nid to gimme a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novelty&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about novelty. Back in sec 3,4. I put it down to novelty. Whether u like to hear it or not, thats my perception. It was a liking for novelty which took u away. &lt;br /&gt;In hmm...18 years old? I rmb i tink it was november? We had another discussion, cause u found me boring. &lt;br /&gt;Yea, i agree. Maybe i am. But then again it comes down to ur noveltiness. &lt;br /&gt;Now, april 2011. I dno if its the exam, the projects, or the stress, but...u sure do seem uninterested. &lt;br /&gt;My love is a self generation of yours for me. If u love me 'x', i love u '2x'. &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't apply to parents. I would love my kid '100x' even if they return the love 'x'. &lt;br /&gt;If one day u stop, i know i can feel it, and i know mine will decline. &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Till then it still belongs to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to bathe. I honestly hope no1 reads this. I blog this simply because, i can't tell you these. You'd probably disagree w me. Yea, i know everyone has their own view. This is jsut mine. Simply mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Do u agree that...if ur partner says, i nvr forced u t change. But that was simply because, u changed even b4 she asked u to. Therefore she nvr needs to ask for u to change. For eg, if ur bf buys breakfast for u everyday, u NVR need to ask him to buy for u, because he always does it. But by not EVER asking him to buy bkfast for u, doesn't mean u nvr did make him buy bkfast. but simply because u nvr needed to ask. I change, but all u always say is, i nvr forced you to change. Yes u nvr did. U nvr had to. I moved faster than u could ever request. Does my argument hold? Sry, bad rant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, still waiting to change. . . if u nd it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5273737211832315270?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5273737211832315270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5273737211832315270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2011/04/7411-07042011.html' title='7+4=11. 07042011'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6196603109417635635</id><published>2010-11-18T13:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:05:11.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>18/11</title><content type='html'>This date feels very familiar somehow. Zzz cant put an event to e date. Sian&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6196603109417635635?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6196603109417635635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6196603109417635635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/11/1811.html' title='18/11'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6589991113383608984</id><published>2010-10-24T22:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:04:04.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>24/10/10</title><content type='html'>Today, is a sunday. My weekend was spent ... nua-ing. Really nua-ing. I haven't picked up a book since friday, except for jap book. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i pick the book up? Cuz u're running all over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl were wrong when they said i'll miss the food back home.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl were wrong when they said i'll miss my house back home.&lt;br /&gt;But ppl were right when they said i'll miss my family, my girlfriend, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the comfort of having domestic helpers, nor the luxury of good meals and free transport.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't about the lcd tv, or unlimited channels to watch&lt;br /&gt;Nor about the PS3 which sits alone in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Its about the people at home, the people in camp, the girl sitting for me in her living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-ma, who nvr failed to keep wishing me luck before i go. Dno whether she love me or what la. But since i'm her grandson, i guess love transcends generations&lt;br /&gt;A-yi, who doesn't fail to get me what I want, or what I need. For example : 'I need a car, can borrow anot?'. Nvr will she say 'no', nor even hesitate. The most you get is, be safe. The best u get is, you need me to come home earlier to pass u the car anot? OR!! U drive me to work la den i can take mrt home. But tt isn't why i think about her, its more about the motherly love i get.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Marie! Who turns any place into a comfortable little nook. I can't say that I haven't been appreciative, but i know what a force she is in the domestic helper industry. A third mum to me, she's the one person who would probably epitomize home, since she's always at home. hahas&lt;br /&gt;Sister - pronouced as CIS-TA! Surprisingly, even though after she's grown up and we can talk about relationships and stuff, i still miss my brother - pronounced as BRO-DER more. Why do i miss my sister then? AHHH! No one to quarrel with? No one to buy things for? No one to pester me? No one to say good nite kor kor anymore. No one to introduce new songs to me, nor gimme a goodnite hug.&lt;br /&gt;Bro-der. He is so strong i can probably fight him to train for fighting other guys my age. He is probably the only person at home who can make me smile back into the camera. Not because the others aren't nice, but because he is so cute. 11 year age gap may sound astoundingly huge, but actuaally it ain't. Its about how much you wanna connect at each n every level. Plus i'm extra childish...so...h ahaa&lt;br /&gt;Mother and father. Haha. Father first la. Father because he offers help but yet knows when to retract it so that i can grow up. Yea, always there but yet not always there. Something like that la. Plus of course the comfort of his driving, or more recently, his car.&lt;br /&gt;Mother. Dunid to say la. Everyone knows how much i love my mum. Love = sure miss.&lt;br /&gt;But also because she smoothens out my life so much, without her, my life seems so much bumpier.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Joo darling. Yeea, thats what u're named in my phonebook. But who cares about your name, i don't think i've called u by ur name for 5 years. Have i? For family politics, u're the 2nd girl in my heart. But to me, you know where you stand. You know.&lt;br /&gt;So, why do i miss u? Haha. I dno. No one to disturb me on wkends, no gf obligation to fulfill. Life shld b pretty much smoother without u right? But, no. Why? cause, u are a part of my life. Blog vows are stupid. But like all other army exercises like EX BV, its stupid and meaningless when you're doing it. But on hindsight, (hindsight is very powerful), U realise its meaning. So my blog vow will be, 'to hold you for all of eternity, and if not till time shall cease to exist. To love you as I do myself, and if not till I shan't exist.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls make hearts race. But whats a race, when you would set mine ablaze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6589991113383608984?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6589991113383608984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6589991113383608984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/10/241010.html' title='24/10/10'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6208233747737972786</id><published>2010-10-18T03:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T03:17:33.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love</title><content type='html'>Its really not about the ring around my finer.&lt;br /&gt;Nor about the flowers wrapped in fancy paper.&lt;br /&gt;Not about the promises you made&lt;br /&gt;Nor those you broke.&lt;br /&gt;Not even about the things you said, or didn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gave you everything when I told you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;And the love you returned,&lt;br /&gt;is the greatest thing of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't ask for more, your love is the greatest gift of all. :)&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song eh. =)&lt;br /&gt;Your love - Jim Brickman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6208233747737972786?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6208233747737972786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6208233747737972786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-love.html' title='Your love'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2960802636412040993</id><published>2010-10-06T20:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:30:26.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>Read e eulogiea. Touching sia. Is the woman i love a woman worth loving? Guess so. No i know so. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2960802636412040993?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2960802636412040993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2960802636412040993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/10/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1557702251079340450</id><published>2010-10-06T14:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:43:04.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mobile costs</title><content type='html'>So pissed. It goes like this. I hold 3 phones. One sg no. For receiving msges. Two uk numbers. One for mesaaging within uk. E other for calling anywhere n msging out of uk. This is to get the cheapeat combi la. So i called home ytd. My norml calling phone network was busy. So i used my other uk  umber. I called home. No one picked uo. I was charged 1.7 pounds. Thts 3.5 sing. Zzz. So damn pissed. Hahas. Ranting ramting&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1557702251079340450?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1557702251079340450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1557702251079340450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/10/mobile-costs.html' title='mobile costs'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4217746132952588268</id><published>2010-10-05T08:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:59:57.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was probably the one feeling i haven't felt in ... 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of wanting you so badly by my side.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being in your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of security.&lt;br /&gt;What its like to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the images flowed back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Memories, after all, don't get washed away so easily, at least not in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips impressed on lips.&lt;br /&gt;Hands clasped.&lt;br /&gt;No space for words to flow.&lt;br /&gt;All under the cover of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;For no one but you and me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its hit me so hard once again,&lt;br /&gt;I know i have to say,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, and.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've got it of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;School school here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially increasing my school hours from 17-19 hrs a week...perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of econs.&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of accountancy&lt;br /&gt;5 hours of math&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of night classses on democracy&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of jap on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps another 2 hours of French on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/5 = 4? 4 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;Thats not good enough man. Gta push push.&lt;br /&gt;One day splitting of time =&lt;br /&gt;1/3 : sleeping&lt;br /&gt;1/3 : eating + Travelling + Using com&lt;br /&gt;1/3 : studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats 8 hours a day. Which means 4 hours of self study a day. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i did ... 4 hours of school in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;half an hour of math in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of democracy at night&lt;br /&gt;another half hour of math&lt;br /&gt;and 3 hours of econs.&lt;br /&gt;That equals to = 10 hours of mind bogglingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my brain couldn't seem to let you go yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Overworked.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is my drug : By kesha, from gabriel to you my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4217746132952588268?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4217746132952588268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4217746132952588268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/10/desperate.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-8564586677410248266</id><published>2010-10-01T22:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:16:20.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Devil Run</title><content type='html'>The devil is running within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried running down the streets in a foreign country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cars honking, the people staring, the beads of sweat forming, the muscles cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant slip-slap of your flip flops seem to leave behind a trail of memories that fade away so fast with the rain. Can everything stand the test of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dno what i saying. I just ran. wahahas. I had to return ONE DVD to a shop. I decided to run, cause it was too frigging cold, and I friggin didn't want to walk. Hahas. I gotta do it more often. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-8564586677410248266?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8564586677410248266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8564586677410248266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-devil-run.html' title='Run Devil Run'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1577896539898852523</id><published>2010-09-29T16:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:22:56.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/TKNLvQIAoiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kCb0KzUquc8/2010-09-29%2015.21.19.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/TKNLvQIAoiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kCb0KzUquc8/s400/2010-09-29%2015.21.19.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;:-) shop shop.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1577896539898852523?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1577896539898852523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1577896539898852523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/TKNLvQIAoiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kCb0KzUquc8/s72-c/2010-09-29%2015.21.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5196959465705685492</id><published>2010-09-24T17:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:29:18.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/TJzDyo_DzFI/AAAAAAAAANw/rZpnBKYE_Do/2010-09-24%2016.25.15.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/TJzDyo_DzFI/AAAAAAAAANw/rZpnBKYE_Do/s400/2010-09-24%2016.25.15.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh. Shopping! I bot one book. One slipeer and one shoe.. wagahahah. I saw nice things for darling, but dun dare to buy. Darling encourge me abit more den i buy and send back to u k! Oh? I think im beginning to enjoy shopping? Shld i club btw. Or do tutorials! 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Since the first night I got here, it hasn't rained.&lt;br /&gt;Rain = Emo time.&lt;br /&gt;But yet i don't need to be emo to know that i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's good. Other than the fact that i'm freezing... Really cold. And its only the beginning of autumn.&lt;br /&gt;Today is zhong qiu jie eh? So random. I didn't even see the moon today. How happy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy tasks me to find out more about mei mei's university of Heriott Watt. Thats nice eh? Its 40 mins away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sorta finished reading. Shld i continue with economics now? Or sleep? zz. Shag sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets dedicate the next 5 mins to god, den the next 5 mins to darling and then i shall sleep! good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people. U really shldn't be reading emo posts. Its unhealthy for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7384418409896459248?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7384418409896459248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7384418409896459248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/09/raining.html' title='Raining'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5133195146895038710</id><published>2010-09-22T14:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:33:56.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>what am i doing waiting for someone whos having dance! &lt;br/&gt; typing is sill so difficult. screw it i still love u mre den i can imagine.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5133195146895038710?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5133195146895038710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2150866820054359010</id><published>2010-09-08T15:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:47:44.267+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ho</title><content type='html'>ho &lt;br/&gt; ho &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2150866820054359010?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2150866820054359010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2150866820054359010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6306660358992901973?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6306660358992901973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6306660358992901973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-blogging-again.html' title='finally blogging again'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2087943465458395770?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2087943465458395770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2087943465458395770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3849996281143724617</id><published>2009-09-13T12:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:45:32.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>a boy becomes a man when he sees 2 red stripes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3849996281143724617?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3849996281143724617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3849996281143724617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1596839714648944576</id><published>2009-09-07T09:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:38:10.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>second chance</title><content type='html'>Instead of holding you,&lt;br /&gt;I was holding out.&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve let you in,&lt;br /&gt;but I let you down.&lt;br /&gt;You were the first to give ,&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m in second place,&lt;br /&gt;to get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lips of an angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my words to you should you ever go.&lt;br /&gt;And these are also my words to you should you ever wonder why you should call me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got the lips of an angel, and it sounds so sweet to hear your voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1596839714648944576?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1596839714648944576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1596839714648944576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-chance.html' title='second chance'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6697714283673124733</id><published>2009-08-21T17:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:51:53.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ever thought?</title><content type='html'>Hearing about stories in army not about army stuff.. makes me wonder what would have happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often our lives are built up by miles and miles of hard work before success, but often and easily changed by moments of folly.&lt;br /&gt;But then again moments of folly are in their own little ways, moments of magic too.&lt;br /&gt;So hard to foresee whether a moment of folly will be a blessing in disguise, and whether temporary successes are crises in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently think I have OCD. Wanting to grow up too quickly. Not a good thing, not a bad thing either.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna test my capability, see how far it can be stretched. To be the best that i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a climb, but the view's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6697714283673124733?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6697714283673124733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6697714283673124733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-thought.html' title='ever thought?'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4940631841866528416</id><published>2009-08-01T02:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:30:28.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>now. we're left with 19 weeks. I'm more than halfway through this arduos journey.&lt;br /&gt;Almost there guys, almost there. Endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has become so mandatory, so listless, lifeless, energy-less. Passing by like i'm going through motion. I'm hoping i can get back some zest soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4940631841866528416?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4940631841866528416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4940631841866528416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3965386169494291924</id><published>2009-07-08T03:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:14:37.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>easy?</title><content type='html'>Who said studying would be easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said NS would be easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said officer cadets have it easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said that juggling stuff was easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said growing up was easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said Staying young was easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said finding friends was easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who said losing friends was easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why we learn as we walk.&lt;br /&gt;We don't stop, to pick up a GS table, discuss our failures, den continue.&lt;br /&gt;We fall, pick up immediately and walk, theres no time to waste, no time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It passes by at the same rate regardless of whether it is a good time or bad time you're having. Appreciate, cherish and remember the good times.&lt;br /&gt;Endure, learn from, go through, take in, suck it up, grow up in the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;For it'll all pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from first overseas trip (brunei).&lt;br /&gt;One more to go in thailand(21 days).&lt;br /&gt;A sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;HOR LAN-NED like fuck, but who cares. The times spent tgt as a tango walking, eating, cursing, swearing, bashing, navigating and harbouring. Wouldn't give it up for anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is the 17th week. I'm left with 21 weeks. I know how fast it'll go by. and i'm trying to enjoy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3965386169494291924?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3965386169494291924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3965386169494291924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/07/easy.html' title='easy?'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-7977322932032591574</id><published>2009-04-26T10:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:21:59.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how much you mean to me</title><content type='html'>the sun stops giving light&lt;br /&gt;the wind gets asthma&lt;br /&gt;the sea's waves are suddenly all calm&lt;br /&gt;thunder gives light&lt;br /&gt;lightning gives sound&lt;br /&gt;fishes begin to fly&lt;br /&gt;birds begin to swim&lt;br /&gt;lions meow&lt;br /&gt;cats roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much u mean to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7977322932032591574?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7977322932032591574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7977322932032591574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-much-you-mean-to-me.html' title='how much you mean to me'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4661405944873086557</id><published>2009-03-18T18:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:15:45.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I've done poorly. Not met my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it because i set overly high, unrealistic expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Am i asking too much of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress, advancement, wealth, power, status come with costs.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i can bear the costs.&lt;br /&gt;what must i lose to gain what i will lose?&lt;br /&gt;What do i stand to gain if what stands for me has been lost?&lt;br /&gt;Choice. Choose. Lost or Gain. Stand or fall. Pride or honour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4661405944873086557?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4661405944873086557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4661405944873086557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_19.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4994288797997376623</id><published>2009-03-18T15:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:07:34.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Sex never broke up a couple, curiosity did.&lt;br /&gt;If a cat has 9 lives, a couple has 900. Count the number of quarrels and patches.&lt;br /&gt;A couple's journey of 1000 miles begins with 2 steps, not 1.&lt;br /&gt;Before the 21st century : Behind every great man there's a great woman.&lt;br /&gt;Since the 21st century : Behind every great man there's no woman. Because there ain't no great man anymore. This proverb rewrites itself : Behind every great woman there's a great man.&lt;br /&gt;When going for dates : Better early than never. Better never than late. Never be late. See, the word never is infront of the word late, implying the importance of it.&lt;br /&gt;Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be Boys till they go NS. Then they become NS boys.&lt;br /&gt;Though the proverb says ' doubt is the beginning not the end of wisdom', it sure is the 'end and not the beginning of happy relationships'.&lt;br /&gt;Easy come, easy go? I'd say yea, for your un-true loves. If not, its hard to come, never to go.&lt;br /&gt;Faith will move mountains, faith will keep relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart lies.&lt;br /&gt;Make love, not war.&lt;br /&gt;Rome wasn't built in a day. A relationship is bigger than rome.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the present, for there's no time like the present.&lt;br /&gt;And... live today like tomorrow's not coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4994288797997376623?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4994288797997376623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4994288797997376623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_18.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-235572660748977359</id><published>2009-03-17T03:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:04:59.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling pretty emo, after my 2 hours followed by 2 hours in the wee of the night, chatting wif a friend of mine. Sitting by the road, walking through the jungles and talking cock. Sounds fun, was fun, won't mind doing it again. Talked bout' life, and basically everything under the sun. Made me realise many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically how many more times am i gna take things for granted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-235572660748977359?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/235572660748977359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/235572660748977359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6693878003282103382</id><published>2009-03-08T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:38:18.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you may...</title><content type='html'>you may say i don't noe how to prioritise&lt;br /&gt;you may say i don't cherish the things around me&lt;br /&gt;you may say i've changed alot&lt;br /&gt;you may say i've neglected you&lt;br /&gt;you may say i'm corny&lt;br /&gt;you may say i'm immature&lt;br /&gt;you may say i'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've only gta say..&lt;br /&gt;i love her.&lt;br /&gt;you've no idea what i'd lose to keep her&lt;br /&gt;you've no idea what i'd give to have her.&lt;br /&gt;you've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: this post is directed to no one. my rare attempt at writing a poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6693878003282103382?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6693878003282103382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6693878003282103382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-may.html' title='you may...'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3312929694657246749</id><published>2009-03-08T12:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:34:36.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lvls</title><content type='html'>A lvl results are finally out.&lt;br /&gt;No comments, no post about it.&lt;br /&gt;i let you lose me once before. you came back.&lt;br /&gt;Never shall that happen again.&lt;br /&gt;no mroe losing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3312929694657246749?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3312929694657246749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3312929694657246749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/03/lvls.html' title='A lvls'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-8932253586307047796</id><published>2009-02-14T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:03:57.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all or nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SZalHIqsE4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/E6HYn7pUFTs/s1600-h/image-upload-51-736606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SZalHIqsE4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/E6HYn7pUFTs/s320/image-upload-51-736606.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is it all, or nothing at all. Each time it ends with a simple telephone call, you leave me here. So random, better put something here before my blog dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-8932253586307047796?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8932253586307047796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8932253586307047796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-or-nothing.html' title='all or nothing'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SZalHIqsE4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/E6HYn7pUFTs/s72-c/image-upload-51-736606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5586389577728136582</id><published>2009-02-13T14:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:33:16.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>gr8. i spent one week doing nothing. shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr knew that it could be so painful.&lt;br /&gt;reading what you write, reading what you type...&lt;br /&gt;likened to a sharpened dagger through a flim of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr wanna leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the sound of a thunderbolt&lt;br /&gt;the flash of a lightning.&lt;br /&gt;i understand, the meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;painful in its innocence,&lt;br /&gt;heartwrenching in its pureness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i'm booking in on sunday afternn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i get to play soccer tml.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my frens. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5586389577728136582?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5586389577728136582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5586389577728136582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/02/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3737051889456314163</id><published>2009-01-26T02:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:46:47.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>half of the world in my palms.&lt;br /&gt;the other half of my world in yours.&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hands,&lt;br /&gt;i have the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note&lt;br /&gt;don't screw with my life.&lt;br /&gt;no1 screws around with my life.&lt;br /&gt;each man; a master of his own fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3737051889456314163?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3737051889456314163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3737051889456314163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_26.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-7715603647143433827</id><published>2009-01-25T01:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:26:19.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my broken promises</title><content type='html'>Young gab makes many promises, breaks many of them. Sry darling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so protective of you. Overly protective.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do so many things with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're half my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking incoherently. Thats when u know u're in love.&lt;br /&gt;When you have no idea what you're talking about, but nearly every sentence has her within.&lt;br /&gt;every thought involves her,&lt;br /&gt;every mutter concerns her,&lt;br /&gt;every concern is related to her,&lt;br /&gt;when all you say is&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what makes me say iloveyou, i just say it.&lt;br /&gt;it comes instinctively, intuitively.&lt;br /&gt;I know how much it means to both of us,&lt;br /&gt;so every iloveyou comes truly.&lt;br /&gt;Its never said for fun.&lt;br /&gt;So if i say it 19525 times, i meant it for 19525 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to keep saying ilu,&lt;br /&gt;never let me say,&lt;br /&gt;'nites fren'&lt;br /&gt;I nvr wanna be ur fren.&lt;br /&gt;its now or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't settle for in-betweens.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats gab. He goes for all, or goes for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not always make the right decisions,&lt;br /&gt;He may not have made the right decision this time,&lt;br /&gt;but when he makes a decision, he stands by it.&lt;br /&gt;He dives into the swimming pool without knowing how shallow or how deep it is.&lt;br /&gt;But he dives in, never looking back,&lt;br /&gt;with infinite commitment.&lt;br /&gt;He nvr questions 'why' did he choose this road,&lt;br /&gt;he questions 'how' to complete this road.&lt;br /&gt;He nvr doubts that the road can be completed, &lt;br /&gt;cause with you i know i can.&lt;br /&gt;i know i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7715603647143433827?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7715603647143433827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7715603647143433827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-broken-promises.html' title='my broken promises'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-610620749080794117</id><published>2009-01-24T16:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:32:20.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SXs0hN6dl2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/94i9UObdIR4/s1600-h/image-upload-37-740523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SXs0hN6dl2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/94i9UObdIR4/s320/image-upload-37-740523.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Accommodate and compromise. Theres noone i feel more comfortable with. Noone else i rather spend my time with. Darling, you come first, almost first to everything else. Ingrained into my dna you are. You're the star that my planet revolves around. You are my one and only. Sounds too corny le. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-610620749080794117?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/610620749080794117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/610620749080794117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/appreciative.html' title='appreciative'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SXs0hN6dl2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/94i9UObdIR4/s72-c/image-upload-37-740523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-7462507543885372767</id><published>2009-01-24T09:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:22:26.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SXrPwpb1ALI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Z3lWD7oFlfY/s1600-h/image-upload-25-746250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SXrPwpb1ALI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Z3lWD7oFlfY/s320/image-upload-25-746250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Confinement is over. Cheers people. :) Ns is great. Thats all to Ns. Its Great! I'm Damm tired. Lights supposed to be out le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7462507543885372767?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7462507543885372767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7462507543885372767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_24.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SXrPwpb1ALI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Z3lWD7oFlfY/s72-c/image-upload-25-746250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-7625125962591187692</id><published>2009-01-08T04:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:28:47.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a teenage heart before it turns a little more maturish</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone for my past 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;1) My parents - for their unwavering dedication towards raising me up. Never failing to be by my side when i have trouble. And never makes noise when i kick them away.&lt;br /&gt;2) My sister and brother - for giving me one of the most wonderful times at home. All the fun, shopping, playing, wrestling, chatting. =)&lt;br /&gt;3) My maids - for nvr failing to clean up the mess i leave behind&lt;br /&gt;4) 23 guys - for being there for the past 7 years. Ya, we've known each other for 7 years liao. since 2003. ( in order of register number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alvin - for calling me a-gua. For playing mahjong and letting me win his money. For providing constructive criticism, or  lack thereof. For giving me a shot at the one thing i love so much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siang Ee - For turning up for certain class gatherings and soccer sessions even though he's super bz. For taking my physics tutor number frm me! For the trading of useable, viable knowledge during A lvl's period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melvrick - for hanging his underwear in the chalet. For flooding the bathroom with his ***.&lt;br /&gt;For being the laughing buddah in class. For being a liverpool fan =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jun xian - For being a gd fren to crap about, crap with, crap on. For being a good role model( with regards to height) to model on. =) For not scolding me when i stepped on his bare feet whilst playing soccer =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason - For being the class cold cold(ice cold) lamer. For being my one night stand-er. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laodie - For being my avid dota (AI and non AI) player. For coming over to camp sometimes, and letting me slp on him. =) For having the best ball control our class has.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LJX - for helping me out with maths... in e past. =) For chatting about problems stemming from class or NPCC. For pang-sehing us so many times =x. and for being the class clown =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew - for beign so generous during chalets. and bringing alcohol to get me seh seh. zz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawal - for giving me gd philosophical advice( not that i have none myself), but thanks anyway. For chatting with me on msn. For trying to create the nike-est football play. And for trying to destroy my crotch =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiong peng - for carrying the soccer ball to and fro. For organising countless soccer sessions. For telling me to start exercising. For all the fun we had bullying LJX tgt =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei xun- For being one half of the shaolin strike team. =) for entering NS tgt -.-&lt;br /&gt;For all the crappy pictures, fun crap sessions, and stripping sessions. For being an avid fifa player =) and letting me win him at fifa. =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yee yew - nth to say. Too much to say. I dno wad to say. Thanks =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Janice - for being my gd fren thru the past 7 years. For being there to talk to when i needed female perspectives. For turning up in gatherings =)&lt;br /&gt;our promise to 80 years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie - who promises to give me discounts at MINDS cafe. Who invites me to her house for gatherings, sry i din go =(&lt;br /&gt;For being so generous =) thanks!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben ben - for being super nice to his friends and me too. For rarely rejecting me. and being an AI player too =) For being such an integral part of 23. For having 8 lungs. mutated animal =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clarence - for being my buddy thru sec 4 and since den =) for talking to me about problems and vice versa =) thanks man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) For the peeps in 08S06M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sai Meng - For being my good friend thru 2007, 2008 and many more years to come. For crapping tgt, walking tgt, nvr leaving me alone =) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jabez (issueboy) - For being so gay and teaching me to be one. You go in NS today, best of luck =)&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the chinese lessons, and Subways, though they were quite expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dongs - for the lanning sessions with ur frens, and the S11 lunches, and MRT rides home.&lt;br /&gt;the help with homework u provided, the laughter u brought to my face =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rongs -  For being so generous with your treats. I'm lost for words with ur generosity =)&lt;br /&gt;For helping me with work too =) for being a lousy viperhrb =x&lt;br /&gt;For the lunch sessions, and pangsehing us at times =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ari - for being my sitting partner, avid and pro guitar player, good teacher and rlly cool jokes that sometimes i don't understand. Because they're too cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALI - for visiting my blog. He's the coolest councilor u'll find in RJ! seriously... =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pittro - for all the imbal frisbee sessions, and super rockish in defense when we soccer.&lt;br /&gt;For the teaching of some indonesian phrases =) hope to see u back in SG soon! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;China scholars - for giving me wonderful chinese lessons..and to be more specific&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tianbo - for being to friendly to my younger brother. I tink he still remembers u. For being there to talk to when i needed someone too =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qing yu, for being a k box imbaness to model on. For not criticising my singing. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhang Ying - for being my valuable chinese teacher =) and crapper too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yue Mei - for being a very nice person during lectures and tutorials to talk to and crap with. Has super small eyes so i can't tell if she's looking at me =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tang liang - Jabez's fencing mate. Is very fierce, but very nice also. Scolded me once in lecture hall, i've never forgetten it! =D One of the most fluent chinese and english talkers i've seen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lu fei - fellow september baby, if i din rmb wrongly. i hope i didn't. For turning up at class gatherings =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jia xi, part of sleepless gang - for being my chatting partner online and offline. For hearing me grouse, and hearing me swear. x= Thanks hor. and thanks for that wonderful sunrise scene u let me see during chalet =x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) And last but not least darling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theres so many things i wna say. I wonder if the chat box will allow me to finish typing. For giving me more den i could ever expect from anyone else. For enduring my moodswings, my tantrums, my temper. For nvr pushing me away except on rare occasions. For seeing me at my weakest, and not insulting me with it. For being a bad harper, u don't harp on things as long as i do. For letting me be your first, just like you are mine for many things. For giving me the first magical 29th of novermber. For giving me your hand. For taking me as who i am. For trying your best to avoid quarrels, too bad its just in my blood to pick debates. i'm sry.&lt;br /&gt;for being the one girl i love so much. For experiencing with me blood rushing through the head, thrill in the mind, substantial stress in the body. Thanks darling =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find this so much better then typing a bloody scholarship application essay. Screw that man. Applications can wait. Friends can't =)&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7625125962591187692?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7625125962591187692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7625125962591187692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions-of-teenage-heart-before-it.html' title='confessions of a teenage heart before it turns a little more maturish'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1933375882830356584</id><published>2009-01-07T15:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:23:54.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SWS6-IlieMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TrKucSzqP4g/s1600-h/image-upload-557-732871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SWS6-IlieMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TrKucSzqP4g/s320/image-upload-557-732871.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wishing all guys going into ns de best of luck.  Enjoy what you do, and do what you enjoy.  Dun procrastinate, dun complain, dun whine, dun shrug. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1933375882830356584?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1933375882830356584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1933375882830356584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_07.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SWS6-IlieMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TrKucSzqP4g/s72-c/image-upload-557-732871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1772875057635052058</id><published>2009-01-07T15:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:23:43.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:) </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SWS67RcM8uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wH2HFXSjhgg/s1600-h/image-upload-1-721286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SWS67RcM8uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wH2HFXSjhgg/s320/image-upload-1-721286.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dun underrate my dedication, devotion, commitment to her. Don't.... Just don't  Ns in two days. I've put down perhaps everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1772875057635052058?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1772875057635052058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1772875057635052058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':) '/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SWS67RcM8uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wH2HFXSjhgg/s72-c/image-upload-1-721286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2888574019341483771</id><published>2008-12-29T15:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:46:53.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks</title><content type='html'>i just have random flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;those that just make my heart stop beating.&lt;br /&gt;Those that make me stop and wonder, how it happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2888574019341483771?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2888574019341483771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2888574019341483771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2635680306336108808</id><published>2008-12-28T15:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:34:31.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVeOdpJY1qI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lm8cwzzrlVM/s1600-h/image-upload-33-770189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVeOdpJY1qI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lm8cwzzrlVM/s320/image-upload-33-770189.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Has anyone seen a stairway to heaven?  The stairway is as dark as heaven is bright. The road to success is always dark before you see the light. As the night is the darkest before daylight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2635680306336108808?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2635680306336108808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2635680306336108808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/heaven.html' title='Heaven?'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVeOdpJY1qI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lm8cwzzrlVM/s72-c/image-upload-33-770189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3846751280899668160</id><published>2008-12-28T06:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:07:19.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVcJhKcEE4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/HTqa3JPv2aI/s1600-h/image-upload-175-736503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVcJhKcEE4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/HTqa3JPv2aI/s320/image-upload-175-736503.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hi! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3846751280899668160?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3846751280899668160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3846751280899668160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_1666.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVcJhKcEE4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/HTqa3JPv2aI/s72-c/image-upload-175-736503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-741800815867134843</id><published>2008-12-27T18:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:57:34.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVZsjOCQHTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5y9qhWBSSGg/s1600-h/image-upload-68-752653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVZsjOCQHTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5y9qhWBSSGg/s320/image-upload-68-752653.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;In one of my darkest moments, i want you. where are you darling darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-741800815867134843?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/741800815867134843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/741800815867134843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_28.html' title=':('/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVZsjOCQHTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5y9qhWBSSGg/s72-c/image-upload-68-752653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2466443317558862860</id><published>2008-12-27T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:36:25.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>Even individualistic individuals need some help sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2466443317558862860?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2466443317558862860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2466443317558862860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5822247524642751710</id><published>2008-12-27T15:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:20:04.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how do we know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVY5k_R8RsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Grw3bKB0F_o/s1600-h/image-upload-228-703031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVY5k_R8RsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Grw3bKB0F_o/s320/image-upload-228-703031.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;How can we know what the future has in store for us? What belongs to you today might belong to me tomorrow, and vice versa. How do we secure the things that truly belong to us? Your value is inflated, overvalued. But then again how are we to know my valuation is correct?  All i want is stability, contradictory to general consensus of change.  Yes i want change, i approve change, but can't we have a certain degree of certainty. heisenberg's uncertainty principle and shrodinger's cat serve to show that we live in complex worlds where our future, and even the present, are manipulated, controlled, and changing even as we speak. Somewhere out there, lives change. Mine's about to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5822247524642751710?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5822247524642751710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5822247524642751710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-we-know.html' title='how do we know'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVY5k_R8RsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Grw3bKB0F_o/s72-c/image-upload-228-703031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4769877638261218088</id><published>2008-12-26T16:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:53:20.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>boxing day?&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;i got box-x-ed like thousand times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! watched twilight today.&lt;br /&gt;I tink it din live up 2 the book, although i din read the book.&lt;br /&gt;Movie was fine, a little draggy i felt.&lt;br /&gt;Too much romance, too little action&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY! i ain't a movie critic =)&lt;br /&gt;go watch it urselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i gt insult-e-ed like thousand times too today.&lt;br /&gt;Call it insulting-day instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i see my darling darling sleep until she dno wheres the sky and wheres the sea.&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a gd dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope, i'm a bad lover. PWX is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i love my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has become something, where spending time with that one person alone can mean the world is around you.&lt;br /&gt;But when u're with many people, and she ain't around, you'll still feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of lack-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more things to do b4 i go into NS, which is approx 13 days away?&lt;br /&gt;Tts fast right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u want a good song, listen to 'two less lonely people in the world'&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and all the things i never knew&lt;br /&gt;seemed to come to me somehow&lt;br /&gt;baby love is here and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;let it consume u.&lt;br /&gt;its just so gr8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4769877638261218088?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVOFCcvgFVI/AAAAAAAAALw/1TZu2ZdaD1A/s1600-h/PIC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283713064957384018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVOFCcvgFVI/AAAAAAAAALw/1TZu2ZdaD1A/s320/PIC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVOFCNUqHNI/AAAAAAAAALo/Vj9lJTCmna4/s1600-h/PIC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283713060818263250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVOFCNUqHNI/AAAAAAAAALo/Vj9lJTCmna4/s320/PIC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVOFBoyiXkI/AAAAAAAAALg/cKsvXNnmI1Y/s1600-h/PIC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283713051011472962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVOFBoyiXkI/AAAAAAAAALg/cKsvXNnmI1Y/s320/PIC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its surprising, how i feel.. alone even though there are so many people around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather have one you, then to own the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-313358210351459028?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/313358210351459028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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about japan =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1663312489774578279?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1663312489774578279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1663312489774578279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-and-i-dont-wanna-talk-about-japan.html' title='Xmas, and i don&apos;t wanna talk about japan'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3871781228800057438</id><published>2008-12-23T02:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:13:00.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:) </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVA7GigY14I/AAAAAAAAALY/MidEZgXLdSM/s1600-h/image-upload-85-778304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVA7GigY14I/AAAAAAAAALY/MidEZgXLdSM/s320/image-upload-85-778304.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is the asshole who slept for damm long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3871781228800057438?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3062659753592943371</id><published>2008-12-23T02:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:11:30.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet 45. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVA6wlMEEOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bmGCeRyZ0rQ/s1600-h/image-upload-106-790302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVA6wlMEEOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bmGCeRyZ0rQ/s320/image-upload-106-790302.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chionged to chalet after holiday :)  Melvrick, my bed partner.. :)  I turned around and called him darling three times yesterday. Thats how much she's integrated into my subconciousness. Looking back, i'm glad the past 12 days happened. I dun dare to say it was the best trip. But i sure did learn alot from it. With grace from god, lets walk it tgt.  I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3062659753592943371?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3062659753592943371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3062659753592943371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/chalet-45.html' title='chalet 45. :)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SVA6wlMEEOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bmGCeRyZ0rQ/s72-c/image-upload-106-790302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4822424643478413745</id><published>2008-12-21T08:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:46:53.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU30bEfZ8oI/AAAAAAAAALI/fc_xS7GSb8Q/s1600-h/image-upload-41-712570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU30bEfZ8oI/AAAAAAAAALI/fc_xS7GSb8Q/s320/image-upload-41-712570.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Doraemon. Graffiti. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4822424643478413745?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4822424643478413745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4822424643478413745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_183.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU30bEfZ8oI/AAAAAAAAALI/fc_xS7GSb8Q/s72-c/image-upload-41-712570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1532295671487564506</id><published>2008-12-21T08:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:45:02.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU3z_LZ14ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qoz6B2cgCpM/s1600-h/image-upload-36-700173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU3z_LZ14ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qoz6B2cgCpM/s320/image-upload-36-700173.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Children. Japan is the first place i've won little soft toys. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1532295671487564506?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1532295671487564506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1532295671487564506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_21.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU3z_LZ14ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qoz6B2cgCpM/s72-c/image-upload-36-700173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1547729465633080695</id><published>2008-12-21T08:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:43:25.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>White christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU3znAPAoqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4te8i9U9Xw4/s1600-h/image-upload-29-704173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU3znAPAoqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4te8i9U9Xw4/s320/image-upload-29-704173.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whos dreamt of a white christmas?  Real snow. I saw falling snow. Beautiful. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1547729465633080695?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1547729465633080695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1547729465633080695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html' title='White christmas'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SU3znAPAoqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4te8i9U9Xw4/s72-c/image-upload-29-704173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-814837614300586208</id><published>2008-12-14T03:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:21:02.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SURtjR4C8NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/l16rLCNUDjA/s1600-h/image-upload-55-761833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SURtjR4C8NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/l16rLCNUDjA/s320/image-upload-55-761833.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Japan snows. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-814837614300586208?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/814837614300586208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/814837614300586208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SURtjR4C8NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/l16rLCNUDjA/s72-c/image-upload-55-761833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3194553310530622285</id><published>2008-12-09T17:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:30.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful, half of... Twoderful</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to type. I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277845264932938386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6sTiPOIpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PNbyMWl8HaE/s320/PIC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling darling. I have nth more to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6sTBL8c1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ThWJaHchzTE/s1600-h/PIC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277845256060826450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6sTBL8c1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ThWJaHchzTE/s320/PIC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't dare to say more. I hope i take this kinda photo once more, in the future. With the same cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6r1dqgYWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Le9hnfOIpzk/s1600-h/PIC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277844748309127522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6r1dqgYWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Le9hnfOIpzk/s320/PIC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Massly, big photo. Bad photo skills, but nice photo. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6r1LjAE2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/dDnEWbFBXQo/s1600-h/PIC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277844743445812066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6r1LjAE2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/dDnEWbFBXQo/s320/PIC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now Alvin's trying to blow me from the right. PWN tries to BKK me from below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6r0r-r_iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ma1FXoBlZmc/s1600-h/PIC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277844734972001826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6r0r-r_iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ma1FXoBlZmc/s320/PIC00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i tink this picture looks suber cute. alvin scolds me 'CB' if u can see his mouth shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6rz35qQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y5wjhnNAXTo/s1600-h/PIC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277844720992273234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6rz35qQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y5wjhnNAXTo/s320/PIC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My goldilocks, and alot of guys -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6rzmC1nEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DEUVdJ-YwVA/s1600-h/PIC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277844716198927426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6rzmC1nEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DEUVdJ-YwVA/s320/PIC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my A-yi. Chio right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pCk56K9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/umUna99O6I8/s1600-h/PIC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277841675056196562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pCk56K9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/umUna99O6I8/s320/PIC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite picture thru the night! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pCAWSJcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LYRoLzKVkmM/s1600-h/PIC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277841665243096514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pCAWSJcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LYRoLzKVkmM/s320/PIC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PWX, me, YY! lets wish yy i fast recovery from tubercolosis! =x And PWX BKK-ed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pBlT36cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jo0Ptl73BY0/s1600-h/PIC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277841657985231298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pBlT36cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jo0Ptl73BY0/s320/PIC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJX extra at the back. But anw, me clarence and TP. TP has gt a super 'bian tai' face. and clarence, i never knew he was this sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pBSSp8mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/utdobcJ06Ok/s1600-h/PIC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277841652879848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pBSSp8mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/utdobcJ06Ok/s320/PIC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277841647271581602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6pA9Zil6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/MFlCOUQEMM8/s320/PIC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 maids, Ephraim, and her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277838809715927698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6mbyrjapI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iCnVxd61dI0/s320/PIC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my A-ma gets a shot wif her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277838803533149730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6mbbpdtiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/U6-rn0A2SRk/s320/PIC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) she's frigging tall. And chio. Me and my cousin, and guo fei li!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277838795208611682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6ma8ovV2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5DCbeG-NplU/s320/PIC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else? Best man and bridesmaid! =) Co-stars of the evening. Goldilocks and Brother Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277838789733989234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6maoPfO3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/yQNoS9WUrv0/s320/PIC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin + Mummy. Beautiful cousin- - Elizabeth. 7th oldest grandchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277838783125435666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6maPn4tRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o9bTAwBa0zA/s320/PIC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Godpa and family + My family excluding me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836233521858626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6kF1nBiEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8PrHJK2QZj4/s320/PIC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and his godson-timothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836223544499474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6kFQcPHRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V2mCr0BsFA0/s320/PIC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and deariex! - Happy birthday Deariex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836218006300850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6kE7z06LI/AAAAAAAAAII/dYKjubjwVrg/s320/PIC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, when the stylist tries to style( do something) with your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836207210708866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6kETl9P4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/tFU31d-U0qA/s320/PIC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my mum, both kna 'styled'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836198131548450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6kDxxUQSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IbFItHfMnUs/s320/PIC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night before the wedding. We are all putting some lousy, hot mask. Really hot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3194553310530622285?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3194553310530622285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3194553310530622285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-half-of-twoderful.html' title='Wonderful, half of... Twoderful'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/ST6sTiPOIpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PNbyMWl8HaE/s72-c/PIC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4794676336504584289</id><published>2008-12-09T16:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:22:28.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love story</title><content type='html'>will the real me please stand up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4794676336504584289?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4794676336504584289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4794676336504584289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-story.html' title='love story'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2501646683892831675</id><published>2008-12-07T17:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:18:49.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I just realised i have no idea how lost i am now.&lt;br /&gt;how much i need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2501646683892831675?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2501646683892831675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2501646683892831675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-9162354608016468546</id><published>2008-12-07T15:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:57:48.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling madly</title><content type='html'>Which path to take. The hiong or relaxed path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm more accustomed to take the hiong path for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, are night classes that tiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doubting the capabilities of a NSmen, nor am i saying that NS is a waste of 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna spend 2 years learning how to be a man, and being a man only.&lt;br /&gt;Its the only occasion I don't want to FF(focus fire)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna push, fly, soar.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wna sit, sit and wait for the sky to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly want to be a highflyer, i just want to do the best i can.&lt;br /&gt;I can disappoint everyone, but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Falling madly in love. Its the only thing which could, may, would sway me from my path.&lt;br /&gt;Take a relaxed path, the common route, most NSmen walk down&lt;br /&gt;Dug this little cosy nook for myself 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;This cosy little nook seeks to complement me, yet on how many occasions has it influenced my decision?&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say i don't enjoy the little cosy nook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My undying passion to spend every minute with it,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent desire to dwell within it.&lt;br /&gt;I love her. I know i do.&lt;br /&gt;But do i love her enough? Enough to steer my course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and fly. If i have any wings to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;Would you, fufill your promise?&lt;br /&gt;Sit on my wings and fly with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more hours to the big day.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to me.&lt;br /&gt;My dad scammed me of my feelings, cheated me of 6 hours of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;Falling madly&lt;br /&gt;Falling madly in&lt;br /&gt;Falling madly in love.&lt;br /&gt;The things i'm doing,&lt;br /&gt;i've nvr seen myself do before.&lt;br /&gt;The things i'm so accustomed to doing,&lt;br /&gt;i see myself not doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a change, what a change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-9162354608016468546?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/9162354608016468546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/9162354608016468546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-madly.html' title='Falling madly'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-8360369847665615542</id><published>2008-12-04T16:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:15:09.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom and another wow</title><content type='html'>Prom was on wednesday. 3rd december.&lt;br /&gt;I din do much for prom actually, re-used a suit, din do anything to my hair, and din even bother to bring a camera =)&lt;br /&gt;But RJ prom, in my opinion, was much better than AMKSS prom.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret going for it, in fact i think i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Walking ard taking photos and talking cock is all I did, but yet the feeling of gladness is so much more intense yet subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom ended at 1130. Photos when i get back my G900 k? =x&lt;br /&gt;My classmates weren't very interested in going anywhere, so i had another first experience in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty lost, so i decided to crash AJ's prom at Marriott Hotel. Saw many people i know and y do ppl look so shocked to see me? xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i saw batches and batches of people leaving, and finally left with PWX.&lt;br /&gt;This was cuz his class was going to Clark Quey so i hijacked a ride to prevent myself from bearing the full burden of taxi.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS PWX!&lt;br /&gt;His class very enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that Clark Quey is just behind swissotel, so stupid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent half an hour looking for butter factory. Like searching for a needle in a haystack, and i'm proud to say i did it. Darling, your love will rlly bring me home. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent 2 hours waiting outside(1 to 3), watching people come and go, puke and puke, smile and scold. Countless emotions.&lt;br /&gt;When the clock stroke 3, streams of people poured out. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i waited for another hour as she spent time with her class.&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ed by the river. Ppl said i looked suicidal, which i don't disagree.&lt;br /&gt;watched ppl go by, looking at me-theidiot- standing there. God knows doing what.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised the 4 policemen walked by me w/o saying anithing.&lt;br /&gt;They should have body searched me for some knife or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite hobby: observing ppl&lt;br /&gt;My lesson learnt: i blend into the crowd very well, and thou who waits like a fool shall look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks to darling darling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home? Mine. She din wanna wake her parents.&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to break into my house without a key =)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not teaching anyone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed off make-up, washed up, bathed and slept. Tt was 7&lt;br /&gt;zz&lt;br /&gt;Day went by as it went by. Nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Or should i say there's nothing i can talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, family discussion today.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Nt too bad nt too good. haha&lt;br /&gt;Saw her home.&lt;br /&gt;I had my wierdest convo with my parents ever. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac-ed! and nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-8360369847665615542?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8360369847665615542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8360369847665615542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom-and-another-wow.html' title='Prom and another wow'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6053758858202522547</id><published>2008-12-02T15:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:36:26.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>Lets begin wif last friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa-ed with yy, darling, and a couple of cousins plus maids.&lt;br /&gt;Tt's 300 dollars gone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitted suits and blazers, before having a massive 22??? person dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the biggest dinners i had tt did not entail an occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, alvin, laodie, xh, yy, rick, wj came over. Camped.&lt;br /&gt;Mj-ed, won money, happy, sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: big surprises come in the smallest packages and the queer-est ways you can ever think of. When such occasions( big surprises) come out, embrace them with both arms and do not hanker for more. What has to come, will come. What's not meant to come will never do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philo: Challenge yourself, but to a proper and certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;I know i exceeded boundaries liao, sorry so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thrilling ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Kna woken up. zzz. Chiong-ed, packed, rushed to interchange. No time for lunch, so.. SUSHI!&lt;br /&gt;and den all e way to pasir ris. What the chalet promised at the start, did not fail to deliver at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Sat down in aloha loyang, and bbq food came.&lt;br /&gt;we suck at fire starting, so... so.. sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: morning MJ all e way until 7. WTF? woke up at 12 o clock. Day gone. =x&lt;br /&gt;I believe tt someone out there can elaborate better for me wad happened on sunday. I'm feeling a lil shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: i ignored MJ this time and slept at 4 =D&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9, disturbed ppl and went out finally. Bowled bowled and bowled. Did i bowl? yes i did. sry can't rmb. =x&lt;br /&gt;Averaged i suppose 80 for all my games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday(today): checked out, bowled again. Pushed my average up by 10 points?&lt;br /&gt;Went to find darling darling, went shopping, and home away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rlly burnt. omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6053758858202522547?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6053758858202522547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6053758858202522547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6365898090499022240</id><published>2008-11-26T17:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:17:34.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ZBG</title><content type='html'>Zi&lt;br /&gt;Bei&lt;br /&gt;Gan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist because of my ZBG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major moodswinger with a ZBG. how bad can that get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6365898090499022240?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6365898090499022240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6365898090499022240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/zbg.html' title='ZBG'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3919724647252801186</id><published>2008-11-26T12:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:39:31.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousiest photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SS01cYyLQBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ov4dpqDSQ3s/s1600-h/image-upload-40-768420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SS01cYyLQBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ov4dpqDSQ3s/s320/image-upload-40-768420.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Long overdue ugly photo. Sorry darling darling. I'm bloging it. :)  Ilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3919724647252801186?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3919724647252801186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3919724647252801186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/lousiest-photo.html' title='Lousiest photo'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SS01cYyLQBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ov4dpqDSQ3s/s72-c/image-upload-40-768420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-7781568354973123533</id><published>2008-11-25T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:48:04.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>darling darling lets make it work.&lt;br /&gt;For now and for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7781568354973123533?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7781568354973123533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7781568354973123533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_26.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4863063416949941366</id><published>2008-11-25T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:19:04.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=) =( -.-</title><content type='html'>wierd, wierd, i feel wierd.&lt;br /&gt;A queer feeling actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierd: 3. Archaic. concerned with or controlling fate or destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer: 2. of a questionable nature or character; suspicious; shady&lt;br /&gt;*official definitions taken from dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel wierd, My feelings are queer. So is my life&lt;br /&gt;2 hrs can change alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals all wounds, time puts in more wounds, time does many wonderous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;Man as an insland, or island as a man.&lt;br /&gt;Do all men exist as islands?&lt;br /&gt;Or are all islands actually men.&lt;br /&gt;Men linked by the common factor of curiosity, curiosity of the things going around them, equivalent to the common factor of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowedge, is fear.&lt;br /&gt;Fear, creates knowledge, experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4863063416949941366?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4863063416949941366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4863063416949941366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=) =( -.-'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-8314927886650544229</id><published>2008-11-25T17:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:28:53.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25th november</title><content type='html'>Darling darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a rlly hard time getting off the bed(mattress) this morning. Ended up waking at 1230.&lt;br /&gt;Theres goes my plans to run/swim.&lt;br /&gt;Kboxed most of the day away.&lt;br /&gt;The day passed very quickly, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i supposedly had my major-est(if theres such a word to begin with) moodswing of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And damn my nose now, its giving me another swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered, in fact, good dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;So many things coming up soon, firstly chalet!! 29th.&lt;br /&gt;Hope many many ppl come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 25th november. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, darling darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-8314927886650544229?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8314927886650544229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/8314927886650544229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/25th-november.html' title='25th november'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-598301449999444989</id><published>2008-11-24T14:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:41:54.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft toy syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SSqvIutHgdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UWmGm6EoMQQ/s1600-h/image-upload-149-713329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SSqvIutHgdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UWmGm6EoMQQ/s320/image-upload-149-713329.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Somehow somewhere somekinda shit, my soft toy syndrome is back. Seems like tugging at my heartstrings is a senselessly fun sport.  Dump me along with the barbie dolls, my kinda people. Bless me, and bless the world  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-598301449999444989?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/598301449999444989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/598301449999444989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/soft-toy-syndrome.html' title='Soft toy syndrome'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SSqvIutHgdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UWmGm6EoMQQ/s72-c/image-upload-149-713329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3554644019438222153</id><published>2008-11-21T03:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:02:11.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after A's</title><content type='html'>Wasting my time away, just slacking it away.&lt;br /&gt;Since when did i become such a bum.&lt;br /&gt;So many things waiting to be done, so little zest possessed to go about doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did i become so insignificant. 952am, awake and no reply.&lt;br /&gt;How do you put the f-ed up sign on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled mood, gone-cased day, i see no point, in continuing my day.&lt;br /&gt;Down the drain goes another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't some kinda play-thing for you to pick up when you want and put down when you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the splinter in a door, waiting quietly for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the latex in the rubber tree, waiting to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Fk i ain't no non-living organism, i'm not blind, deaf, mute or senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gt tons of emotions waiting behind the dam of the heart, dun unlock the dam.&lt;br /&gt;Noone wants to unlock my dam, i promise a category 7, or even 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang i have to angst, complain, and whine at 1100am in the morning, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to respond to this.&lt;br /&gt;I can learn everything, but i cannot learn this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have i ever faced such uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;I define certainty in my own life, with 0.01% of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;Dang uncertainty, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what cr8s uncertainty, quantum physics?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, the human heart.&lt;br /&gt;The fickel human heart, and fucking technology.&lt;br /&gt;My god guide me in the correct path i'm supposed to walk down.&lt;br /&gt;A path where passion ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;A path where i'm able to drop my pride.&lt;br /&gt;A path where i can walk without uncertainty, without fear.&lt;br /&gt;A path where i can walk knowing i can smile everyday.&lt;br /&gt;A path where love may not take you through, but faith shall.&lt;br /&gt;Where faith shall prevail over everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me lose faith in you, and everything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold faith dear, don't go away faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3554644019438222153?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3554644019438222153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3554644019438222153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after-as.html' title='The day after A&apos;s'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-7518000188380011065</id><published>2008-11-20T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:30:54.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19th of november</title><content type='html'>19th, the glorious yet no-so-glorious-kinda day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of a lvls, the lack of studying for 3 years =)&lt;br /&gt;Depressing yet Inspiring and relieving.&lt;br /&gt;So many tons of things await to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Chalets, outings, and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i survive the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;i got nth to type, some how, i dno y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-7518000188380011065?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7518000188380011065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/7518000188380011065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/19th-of-november.html' title='19th of november'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-5130785028932322463</id><published>2008-11-16T09:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:15:55.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A long 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>A lvls are almost over. 2 more papers to go =)&lt;br /&gt;Phy and h3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopy is all that my brain has now. Lots of philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;So much faith in society, a society that promotes individualism, yet so MUCH criticisms for it.&lt;br /&gt;Am i an individual, or a people kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;An altruist, or an individualist.&lt;br /&gt;Would like to think of myself as a mixture of the two, but .. i dun noe myself all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks of intense exam-ming, i realised, that after A's, theres nth, lack of a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll find a little house where i can spend 2 months b4 going into NS(9th jan btw)&lt;br /&gt;I'm purchasing more individualism, trading it with altruism.&lt;br /&gt;Society beckons, can we, yes we, take in what society throws at us?&lt;br /&gt;so scared...so scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-5130785028932322463?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5130785028932322463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/5130785028932322463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-2-weeks.html' title='A long 2 weeks'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-760826353829726742</id><published>2008-10-28T18:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:34:31.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A 3 taled tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SQdNJz45QtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Qldch8U9TEQ/s1600-h/image-upload-113-770761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SQdNJz45QtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Qldch8U9TEQ/s320/image-upload-113-770761.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;A's are almost here, i'm almost there. You're always with me. Through good and bad, health and sickness, richness and poverty, to have and to hold, to cherish and to love, till death do we part. :)  Nvr letting go. Ns letter finally here. 9th jan! :)  Mum makes it sound like she needs to see me off like i'm gonna die. :x  Yeap finally its tekong time. Love it. :)  See me through my a's and you to see me through the 18th of nov. :) Lack of my labtop makes me feel empty. But its alrite, i'm a survivor. 铁人韶辉，死都不倒，不能哭，不能哭。 On the plains, birds tt fly get shot by the hunter on land. On the sea, birds tt swim fall prey to the hunter on land.  Lesson for me: One should not fly when one can walk, dun take unnecessary risks and be too ambitious. Be down to earth. On sea. A swimming target is so much easier than a flying one. Take calculated risks, be ambitious only when the situation calls for it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-760826353829726742?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/760826353829726742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/760826353829726742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-taled-tale.html' title='A 3 taled tale'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SQdNJz45QtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Qldch8U9TEQ/s72-c/image-upload-113-770761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4697732635186869733</id><published>2008-10-18T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:14:25.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hot n cold</title><content type='html'>darling "hot and colded" me.&lt;br /&gt;We fight we break up, we kiss we make up xD&lt;br /&gt;What a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;relatively stable day. But it was a first time doing something =x&lt;br /&gt;TTFN! A lvls, soon. CMON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4697732635186869733?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4697732635186869733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4697732635186869733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-n-cold.html' title='hot n cold'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6690169354868499609</id><published>2008-10-13T10:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:40:19.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SPMJcpw-qtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1RGmeGnFunI/s1600-h/image-upload-94-718064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SPMJcpw-qtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1RGmeGnFunI/s320/image-upload-94-718064.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;My a ma. Birthday :) Look more like my gf la. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6690169354868499609?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6690169354868499609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6690169354868499609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_7508.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SPMJcpw-qtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1RGmeGnFunI/s72-c/image-upload-94-718064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1867448207068058767</id><published>2008-10-13T10:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:17:13.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SPMJNH7AsaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/h7wPsVsmDV8/s1600-h/image-upload-87-756503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SPMJNH7AsaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/h7wPsVsmDV8/s320/image-upload-87-756503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;That must have been what.. Ten minutes long? Or so they say.   Ten minutes of Pure bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;In you i see what i lack in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Because you complement my flaws so perfectly such that you bring out my weaknesses &lt;em&gt;invivo &lt;/em&gt;so truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;i'm yours. For now and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Thou shall not cause thy children pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1867448207068058767?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1867448207068058767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1867448207068058767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_13.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SPMJNH7AsaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/h7wPsVsmDV8/s72-c/image-upload-87-756503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4360709646567608949</id><published>2008-10-10T15:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:26:54.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:) </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9YHllNQnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4Yq2ssk_qlE/s1600-h/image-upload-13-714014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9YHllNQnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4Yq2ssk_qlE/s320/image-upload-13-714014.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kudos people. The final lap of our study lives in jc.  Gonna be a long time before i post again. :)  Honey bunny, the 7 years countdown began 7 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4360709646567608949?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4360709646567608949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4360709646567608949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_4405.html' title=':) '/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9YHllNQnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4Yq2ssk_qlE/s72-c/image-upload-13-714014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-2082466329297634956</id><published>2008-10-10T15:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:23:51.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9XZr6D6qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gE0Y3k1JmNg/s1600-h/image-upload-16-730719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9XZr6D6qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gE0Y3k1JmNg/s320/image-upload-16-730719.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 years have passed for some, 6 for others. For me, its 1.5 years.  1.5 years of 6m-ness. The lost boy entering the class on the first day finds his way into 6m. Pitts, the first guy i talked to. :) How time passes. CAC, the countless lunches, breaks, library sessions, handphone gaming sessions, lecture chit chats, playground communication, birthday celebrations, lots of shopping, class chalet.  6M, a class of variety, style and cock talk in b-47. Haha. :) how many will remember b47 in a year's time?  Its time to plan a yearly class outing. :)  Today marks the closure of our rj lives. A fitting end for an incredible journey. :)  Forget 6M we shall never. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-2082466329297634956?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2082466329297634956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/2082466329297634956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_1447.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9XZr6D6qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gE0Y3k1JmNg/s72-c/image-upload-16-730719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-4792517862198256559</id><published>2008-10-10T15:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:16:25.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9VqIQyfKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9EKBDCSBstE/s1600-h/image-upload-14-784174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9VqIQyfKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9EKBDCSBstE/s320/image-upload-14-784174.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Band of brothers. Taken after national day celebrations. From left to right. Jabez, dong, yedi me, thames, ari, rong. :) Thats 7 out of the 14 guys in 6m.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-4792517862198256559?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4792517862198256559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/4792517862198256559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_1036.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9VqIQyfKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9EKBDCSBstE/s72-c/image-upload-14-784174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1321445100653387772</id><published>2008-10-10T14:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:19:47.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9IYi9jbCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Yl3Pv4c7p4/s1600-h/image-upload-9-786698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9IYi9jbCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Yl3Pv4c7p4/s320/image-upload-9-786698.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And lastly, sleepless gang people. One more person missing though.  Jia xi! Class Treasurer who is supposedly too honest. Embezzle the remnant funds ma! :x  Sleepless gang as coined because during CAC AND chalet, we din sleep. Haha. Owned.  Fellow shortie :) Btw, she threw thames's frisbee into the sea at ubin during CAC. HAHAS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1321445100653387772?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1321445100653387772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1321445100653387772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_6205.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9IYi9jbCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Yl3Pv4c7p4/s72-c/image-upload-9-786698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3386796652551297041</id><published>2008-10-10T14:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:16:33.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9HoJxBNyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wZsyWPL9nwg/s1600-h/image-upload-15-792920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9HoJxBNyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wZsyWPL9nwg/s320/image-upload-15-792920.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me and RONGS. The two people normally sending messages around de class for outings, along with a few others  whose faces aren't inside. Like thames. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3386796652551297041?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3386796652551297041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3386796652551297041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_7552.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9HoJxBNyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wZsyWPL9nwg/s72-c/image-upload-15-792920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3904360914595849023</id><published>2008-10-10T14:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:14:57.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9HQfkp5jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cWuFRXxUaUE/s1600-h/image-upload-13-797581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9HQfkp5jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cWuFRXxUaUE/s320/image-upload-13-797581.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parneet! My classmate and fellow... Monkey. :) An attempted and successful hijack by dong. Lol. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3904360914595849023?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3904360914595849023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3904360914595849023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_654.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9HQfkp5jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cWuFRXxUaUE/s72-c/image-upload-13-797581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6507885960299474002</id><published>2008-10-10T14:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:13:35.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9G7tiaXtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ut3_HaAJ1mI/s1600-h/image-upload-12-714600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9G7tiaXtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ut3_HaAJ1mI/s320/image-upload-12-714600.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blurred. But somehow it gives me a feeling of homecoming. From right and anticlockwise motion, lingxi- class rep and pw mate, darn zai. Yi ding, as mentioned above. Rong bing, a damm nice guy but with high frequency of pangsehness.  And of course de jiao bin in the middle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6507885960299474002?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6507885960299474002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6507885960299474002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_9965.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9G7tiaXtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ut3_HaAJ1mI/s72-c/image-upload-12-714600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-6890082106598281843</id><published>2008-10-10T14:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:11:02.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9GVhKEzWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-X1PCz7VVz4/s1600-h/image-upload-15-762003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9GVhKEzWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-X1PCz7VVz4/s320/image-upload-15-762003.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;DONGZ my lanning partner and going home partner. Plus a high probability of being a lunch partner too. :x :) pleasure pleasure. Shrolinger's cat. Is it spelt like that? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-6890082106598281843?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6890082106598281843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/6890082106598281843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_6222.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9GVhKEzWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-X1PCz7VVz4/s72-c/image-upload-15-762003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-3922069670654315866</id><published>2008-10-10T14:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:08:53.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9F1J1k5-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UnXu060wVMA/s1600-h/image-upload-11-732680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9F1J1k5-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UnXu060wVMA/s320/image-upload-11-732680.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;R&amp;amp;D Rong and dong. From right to left. One with the spoon CONSTANTLY in the mouth. One with his finger CONSTANTLY on his specs. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-3922069670654315866?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3922069670654315866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/3922069670654315866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_349.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO9F1J1k5-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UnXu060wVMA/s72-c/image-upload-11-732680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1393792866683739808</id><published>2008-10-10T13:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:14:30.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO85FmJzcJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oAbzjib3I4Q/s1600-h/image-upload-6-769999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO85FmJzcJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oAbzjib3I4Q/s320/image-upload-6-769999.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me and my pw group mate. :) Zai gp rep. :)  Pleasure working on project work with you. its an honour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1393792866683739808?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1393792866683739808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1393792866683739808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_10.html' title=':)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gx5nhGlsK-s/SO85FmJzcJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oAbzjib3I4Q/s72-c/image-upload-6-769999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-1782782165588023631</id><published>2008-10-09T13:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:15:20.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>my sis just stopped my from switching on music, says its distracting her.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;my life. Revolves around so little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went back for econs micro essays in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, talk cocked and went for maths mock paper. the CJ prelim =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for birthday presents, 2nd day consecutively. Spent so much on presents le =)&lt;br /&gt;tml farewell assembly le&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-1782782165588023631?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1782782165588023631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/1782782165588023631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_09.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1802888774396713118.post-724764158063066058</id><published>2008-10-04T17:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:00:35.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>adventurous friday-saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mugging liao. got my mugging mood back.&lt;br /&gt;Confidence and motivation all by my side. =)&lt;br /&gt;its time for the final push people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there's something wrong with my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;It has vigorous tremors from time to time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 'Owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The navy sent a letter, heng not divers sia. Chua sai la. Anyway i'm too unfit to ever join the divers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, a month of birthdays + a month of mugging. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;A little more than a month to go. C'moN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1802888774396713118-724764158063066058?l=iamenthukia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/724764158063066058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1802888774396713118/posts/default/724764158063066058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamenthukia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_04.html' title='=)'/><author><name>foolinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235650108479559780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
