<?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-27927907</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:11:23.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of Chiqa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-116038119610001416</id><published>2006-10-09T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:06:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Linguistics&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Linguistics major!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Theater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Linguistics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Journalism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Outgoing&lt;/b&gt;. You outgoing and you have a very friendly personality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Outgoing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Immature&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dramatic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Shy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;mean&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=67170'&gt;what kind of person are you? (shy,outgoing,fun,mean,immature,dramatic or nice?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I beg to differ please! I think I'm DAMN mean. And erm..not THAT easy to get along with for sure ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-116038119610001416?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/116038119610001416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=116038119610001416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/116038119610001416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/116038119610001416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-scored-as-linguistics.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-116024478497581650</id><published>2006-10-08T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:13:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun fun! Oh wait, before that, did relief again yesterday at Evergreen... they want me to do relief til mid Nov when the school year ends, but a pity I've got school in the way, hence, I can only make it fr full 5 days next week... and Sundayyyy! Most likely dad's coming home!!!!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!!! I've got SO much I wanna tell dad I won't know where to start! I BET he'll tear! Muahaha! &lt;i&gt;Love you daddy dearest!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I've got some plans already...some major steps to be taken in my life... gotta discuss with dad... &lt;i&gt;please please please agree!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things have been sunny on my side! I'm back into the Bolly business! I know I've been watching Bolly movies since God-knows-when, but some years ago, I used to buy alllll the Bolly magazines, surf online for Bolly scoops and all... but stopped since some years ago. So last night, I was dead bored, went on YouTube and found some interview clips! The BEST ones were the Koffee with Karan ones!!!! Laughed my ass off!!! And oh!!! Hrithik Roshan's newborn son, Rehan Roshan (nice name..Rehan!) was born on 28.03.06. Coolness! =) &lt;i&gt;Sorry Hrithik, I just found out. Hahaha&lt;/i&gt; Bet his child's a hunk in the making!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another shopping day! Didn't plan to buy netin actually... ended up buying 2 more punjabi suits. Ahhhh!!! Why do I need so many clothes again?? Hahahaha. But really, this year's clothes are exceptionally pretty!!! Or at lest, I think so~ =) I'm SO gonna make bro wear a &lt;i&gt;sherwani&lt;/i&gt; cos I know he'll look uber HOT in it! And for some reason, I think desi guys look the hottest in their &lt;i&gt;sherwanis&lt;/i&gt; and desi girls, in their traditional clothes i.e punjabi suits, sarees, ghagras etc etc. Elegant. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out with Mummy Azah, Zimah, Zizah and Sanah. The 3 whom I haven't met since aaaaaages cos of their busy busy schedule!! I was STUNNED when I saw Zimah..cos she looks SO DAMN HOT now!!!!!!!! OHMYGAWD! Mum and I were like..WOAH! Her beauty can put almost anyone to shame. She's THAT pretty. Super chic, love the way she carries herself! My dear sis is such a grown up =) Her boyfriend's SO lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all my childhood friends are SO pretty. Mhm~ I've got pretty pretty sisters! And they care for me more than anything else. Had my period today, there itself (thank GOD i was prepared! WOOHOO!~) and of all time, TODAY's attack was HORRENDOUS! Broke into cold sweat, the pain was so unbearable my hands started trembling a lil, and wherever we went, all I looked for was a chair for me to sit on! HAHA! And they were so sweet, they made sure I was fine and then we carried on our journey..with Azizah carrying my stuff and making sure that I walked in front of them so that they'd know if I fainted. Hahahahaha. Sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the most perfect of all people I've ever known my whole life. Beauty, brains, character, the fact that ALL can do housework... W-O-W! A good thing we're very close... they are the ones who lead me to the right path all the time... if not for them (especially zizah n sarah dearest!) I wouldn't be what I am today... I'd prolly be dead rebellious, rude n stuff... thank God for them. Funny part was, whichever shops we went to, they all thought we were all sisters! Hahahaha. 'cos of our mix, we look different from everyone else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly compliment my friends n say like they are pretty, or handsome 'cos my definition of pretty/handsome is so different I guess. Mixed peepz = HOTNESS! But if you're REALLY good lookin', I'll definitely say it. Otherwise, half the time I'm just being nice. Muahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since I'm on this topic, lemme just b*tch a bit. I've never had the habit of naming people on my blog, so this time round, no exception too. On second thoughts, maybe I'll just skip this one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining to mum earlier about how much she pampers bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Mum packing food for bro, who's in camp for tonight)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's so strange. Why do you pack food for him when they give him food too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ehhh my son ryyyyte (sacarstic)! My pooooor son in the army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But other people's sons also in the army what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: See, mother will be mother. Even when u go off to Australia, I wish I can pack food for you everyday and send it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sweet~! But no thanks! Haha. I'll fly back personally during my vacations. Promise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm planning to study Hindi.. like, really. I wanna work in the Indian media industry at least once!! I don't care even if I earn in rupees... as long as I get the feel of Bolly-ness once in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Dhoom 2!!!! HOTNESS! Hrithik looks DARN HOT with his latest hairdo! Like a European~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, one of my Paki granduncle is in Singapore right now, for the Grand Hyatt Conference.. Impressive~ I have NO IDEA how many granduncles I've got but I know them according to their occupations and the countries they reside in. Anyways, I think he'll be coming over some time next week.. hopefully next Sunday when dad comes back... pleasant surprise for sure! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got such a big Paki family... but so few of us here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scrapped today's shop-with-bro plan cos he's in camp. Instead, anotherrrrr day out of shopping tomorrow, but not for me of course. The total cost of my 4 Eid clothes is...erm... scary~ Hahaha. But it's money well-spent, I say. Besides, I'm not paying for it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I GOT A FRIGGIN PINK PUNJABI SUIT. &lt;i&gt;Pattiala&lt;/i&gt; pants... love it cos it's so comfortable to wear, and so simple. Most of my clothes are grand, so for once, something different..weeee!~ I argued with mum a bit before finally saying yes to the PINK cos they had that design only in 2 colours... Mango colour and the PINK. But since I already have one set in mango colour, might as well get the PINK. WHAT THE HELL MAN i HATE the DAMN PINK. I had no choice, thats all. Thank goodness it's soft pink. But still.. I HATE IT. And the cost of the simple typical-punjabi set? Hehe... Let's just put it this way.. 3-digits. I feel like flying to India personally. They sell the clothes there SO much cheaper n nicer!! The Singapore buggers reallyyyy know how to charge! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think people look their best in their traditional clothes. You can wear a gown and look elegant, wear dresses and still look nice, but you look the best in your traditional clothes, I think. Or mebbe cos the indian clothes are so pretty! =P Tho dad would beg to differ and still say,"When you were younger you looked so cute in dresses! Can you leave the MAMA clothes for dresses instead cos I know my baby looks best in 'em" Awwwwwww!!!! Dad will be SO pleased if he knows I'm into dresses again! So *ahem* I'll get to "extort" a bit of shopping money for the dresses at Tangs! Weeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and after Eid, I'm planning to take a step I never thought I'd take before...for the Paki family's sake... cos someone said something wise, not too long ago... which got me thinking.. after much discussion with mum, I decided, yes, I shall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sarah's a matured girl now. Yes.. I've grown up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.. and my 4 angels... and &lt;i&gt;a special someone =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-116024478497581650?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/116024478497581650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=116024478497581650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/116024478497581650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/116024478497581650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-fun-fun-oh-wait-before-that.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115993515886013723</id><published>2006-10-04T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:12:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do ppl keep misinterpreting what I say? Mebbe the tone used online is ambiguous, so I should not chat with those who misterprete me, right? Yes. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, mum was right. "You're starting to get bored now..you most on too fast"... maybe.. maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not pissed, people think I am. When I say something, they end up thinking something else. Really, I'm not a bad person. I'm not THAT sensitive, and THAT insensitive to other people's feelings, cos I'm human too. I have a heart that feels and a mind that thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should just quit fooling around with &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; and talk only serious stuff. Since, &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; won't understand what I'll say either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me if &lt;i&gt;yall&lt;/i&gt; dun hear me talking much if yall now on.. cos I'd rather not talk than to be misinterpreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always perceive me as a "bad attitude girl" ? You'll misunderstand me only if you dunno me well I guess. Sad to say, &lt;i&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt; whom I thought were good mates, keep misinterpreting me. It's irritating. I swear, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95% of my polymates are nowhere near sec school mates... the 5% comes from the Divas and some of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today was supposed to be a good day. Mum got a job at another company... pretty high-paying job, so I see more shopping coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ Someone just spoiled it. Obviously, a polymate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evergreen called to ask if I was free for relief today but I turned them down, cos mum and I planned to go shopping for Eid today. Besides, I mean it when I say, I don't feel like working already... I'll just depend on my parents for now. Hopefully by next hols I get a proper job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a pleasant feeling to be misunderstood. Seriously. Wake up. If you don't understand what I said, then just don't bother talking/chatting wimme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE it when I'm misunderstood, cos I've seen the consequences of misunderstanding my actions/words. And it really isn't nice at all. My Aunt misunderstood me completely...as if that wasn't enough, she assumed something else.. Hah. Result? Broken relations. And I'm not keen on mending 'em back either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm stubborn. Deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115993515886013723?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115993515886013723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115993515886013723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115993515886013723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115993515886013723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-ppl-keep-misinterpreting-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115988834520228026</id><published>2006-10-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:12:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. I'm damn sleepy now, but I refuuuuuse to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I was so pissed off today, cos the school cancelled my other 4 days of relief (supposed to be extended til next Mon, you see). Apparently they wanna use their own staff. Pfffft! I was so damn pissed off... and it dint help that Feroz burst into laughter wen I called him n told himt about it. &lt;i&gt;thanks ar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. At least I can go for training this Thurs... n erm... do ironing tomorrow (as instructed. hurhur). Mebbe hang out on Friday.. it's either a date or hanging out session with mates.. I'm not sure. Saturday, the parent's bedroom set cominggggg so gonna help mum in clearing again... damn tiring... and prolly at night after break fast, shopping time with mummy n bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate Feroz. 'Cos he's going for Russell Peter's standup comedy this Sunday!!! And he's &lt;u&gt;driving&lt;/u&gt; there. WTH. It doesn't feel nice to be under 21 anymore =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class I relief-ed today was darn sweet. 1 Love. Yeah thats the class. The girls hugged me after school before rushing off to their parents..awwww!!! I feel so loved~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I laughed my ass off at bro, 'cos he gotta transfer to Bt Panjang Camp..the WORST camp of all. Awwwwww!!! hahahaha. But he's almost done with NS...dunno why he was grieving over it. And i HAD to irritate him!! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was his turn. I reached home... looking all fed up... and bro KNEW I had a bad day. When I told him about it, he started irritating me!!!! ARGH!!! KARMA EXISTS..I SWEAR (remember how I laughed when the girl in the lib fell flat on her knees and the next day I fell @ the carpark?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the nice guy that he is, he said,"ur lucky enough that the schools call you often. The cuzz n ex-gf applied but never got called". Ah. I felt SOOOO much at ease. hehehe. &lt;i&gt;wuv you bruddahhhh!&lt;/i&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la..I'm damn tired.. am off now... *yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn* Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115988834520228026?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115988834520228026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115988834520228026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115988834520228026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115988834520228026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/10/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115980398205962406</id><published>2006-10-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:46:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, Sunday was f-u-n! Bro and mum ganged up on me again on Saturday...hurhur...they just HAVE to irritate me! Grrr. Hehehe anyways! It was fun, cos after that bro told us some stuff... he didn't tell us directly... kept us guessing n guessing.. with the "1 month policy"...we were EVEN more curious then! But noooooo he REFUSED to tell us what's the whole saga about til now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's sahur was one of the funniest one... funny how mum n bro can crack me up even in the wee hours of ze morn!!! Total nutcases.. afterwhich, we were supposed to go into our respective rooms but ended up talking in front of our doors for 1 whole hour!! standing!! Hahahahaha. It was as if we wouldn't be able to talk the next day or summin... but nonetheless, nicey~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...went to the Eid bazaar at Paya Lebar... nuttin I fancied there. NOTHING at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But day out with mummy, Mummy Azah and Sarah was fun!! Missed Sarah to bitssssss! Talked about whatever we missed out on each other's life...her rugby, my hockey...hahahaha funny stories we shared..nice nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do relief teaching for 4 days straight...goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's summin kinda irrelevant but who cares, moi blog wot! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...honestly, I think I'm feelin' it... really... as the days roll by, I can't help but to think..."Why are they so similar? How coincidental?" They drive, both r lefties, both r in NTU, both sound EXACTLY the same, the way they talk n everything... only difference is, one's a jerk, the other's a gentleman =) perhaps that's what that sets both apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sarah,ur confused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115980398205962406?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115980398205962406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115980398205962406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115980398205962406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115980398205962406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-sunday-was-f-u-n-bro-and-mum-ganged.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115971980053511506</id><published>2006-10-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:23:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dave Matthews Band Magic Brownies Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/magic-brownies.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not *those* magic brownies!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 93% Aries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howariesareyouquiz/aries.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howariesareyouquiz/"&gt;How Aries Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET IT!!! Even the friggin test says im 20!!!! ARGHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115971980053511506?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115971980053511506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115971980053511506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115971980053511506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115971980053511506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-dave-matthews-band-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115946395046435984</id><published>2006-09-29T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:22:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P2041291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P2041291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/IMG_2059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/IMG_2059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/IMG_2065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/IMG_2065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/IMG_2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/IMG_2053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, gorgeous us. =) Total fun. Period. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115946395046435984?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115946395046435984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115946395046435984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115946395046435984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115946395046435984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115942724228357037</id><published>2006-09-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:08:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!! Make Me Fabulous Makeover in about 3 hours time! Hehehe. I say,"Make Me More Fabulous" hahahahaha. K fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...excited yes yes. BUT GUESS WHAT! This morning I woke up, "1 missed call, 1 new message"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missed call was from Evergreen Primary..just 20 minutes before I woke up so I thought,"ah, there goes another one. mebbe im just not fated to relief. never mind, give it a shot n call back" and so I did. Thennnnnnnnnn!!!!!! The clerk said..."Hello, are you free to relief from 3rd Oct to 6th Oct next week?" I counted.. 1... 2... 3... 4... 4 days of relief = ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;$260!!!! YES!!! okay fine, it COULD have been $520, but never mind that! $260 for doing nuttin is good enough!!! =) I'd be reliefing Primary 1 Love tho. Hurhur. PRIMARY 1... MY NIGHTMARE!!! but it's okay, my lil dollar signs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new message was from... *ahem* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today has been good. Better be. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115942724228357037?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115942724228357037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115942724228357037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115942724228357037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115942724228357037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-excited-make-me-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115934561291376634</id><published>2006-09-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:26:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm using Mozilla Firefox browser now...weeeeeeeee~! Loads a lil slow tho.. so I tend to switch between Mozzy and Safari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways, haven't been blogging for 2 days now. Not very long is it? Haha. WELL! Life's all bright and sunny on my side!! Yesterday mummy asked,"so, how is ur Mr Pilot?" I was *blushing*. Oh,shy me!! (haha yea ryte!) anyways, I told her,"ummm we're progressing...slowly...but im..not sure if I want him afterall~" and mum replied,"if you think you really like him, you should tell him. but dun make it obvious la. save some face ah!" Yeah yeah. Save face and what happened the last time round? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! ummm..what else...oh yes, Ramzaan Mubarak to all Muslim mates out there! It's the holy month, so make full use of it.. this month isn't just about fasting, it's a LOT more than just fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to be a &lt;i&gt;befriender&lt;/i&gt; for the Muslim Converts Association thingy @ Darul Arqam (or is it Darul Aqram?).Apparently my childhood friend, Azizah is a befriender there too! But the one who told me about it was Nadeem! =) &lt;i&gt;thanks yaar!&lt;/i&gt; It sounds so interesting!! While teaching people about Islam, I learn more about my religion too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't have to be just during Ramadhan, I can carry on even after Ramadhan! Who knows, someday I'll change for the better (not like im any worse, but still not a very good Muslim..i think). My parents would thank God for that! Mum's already SO happy when I mentioned about this befriender thingy.. sigh... am I that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Umm.. last thurs relief-ed Chua Chu Kang Primary, noon session..Pri 2 (dont ask). Met Aunty Zarina!!! She was so surprised!!! Hahaha we had fun talking about mummy!! Hehe btw Aunty Zarina is mummy's childhood friend! Mum's got wayyyy more childhood friends than I do! Their kids are my childhood friends..seriously~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief-ed Xishan Primary, morning session..they called me at 7am, told me to be there by 7.30am... i jumped outta bed, got ready, took the bus, dropped down, then ran my way there, but it started to rain HEAVILY, so I ran faster (on heels!!).. reached there @ 7.45am... not bad~! Considering the fact that usually I take an hour to get ready..and mind you, I DID bathe! I was damn shagged of course... cos I slept at 3am the night before. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, last week Chua Chu Kang Primary called me up for relief on wed too but i was busy sleeping... they called on thurs so i went..on friday, Xishan called..but I was sleeping again.. yesterday Woodgrove Sec called but I was sleeping... today Woodlands Primary called but i was sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of sleeping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$260!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! DONT EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT IT! I feel so miserable that I woke up automatically at 9am today...but slept back.. and there goes Woodlands Primary =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay Sarah, still got a few more days to "recoup" the losses! Hurhur. Self-consolation never works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the hockey peepz who went for the Sentosa outing wuv it very much! They say,"one more time!" haha..after IVP or something maybe. Let's make another memory! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie gonna call my mummy ryte now...went shopping WITHOUT me.. HURH!!!!! been out since so late ah!! Hahaha. Wuv disturbing mummy! So, ciao for now! (hey, that rhymes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115934561291376634?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115934561291376634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115934561291376634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115934561291376634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115934561291376634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-using-mozilla-firefox-browser-now.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115908368223775519</id><published>2006-09-24T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:41:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I ever told yall that i LOVE the NP Hockey team??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 of us, in full force (haha!) turned up for the outing @ Sentosa yesterday. It was another sweet sweet memory! Hardly ever a boring moment with them. wait. NEVER! Hehe. Seriously, sometimes I'd wonder, what if I went to JC... and never met all this wonderful people? What if I joined NP Debate and quit hockey (i was on the verge of doing that hehe) then? I'd miss out on SO much fun!!!!!!!! Seriously, I'm lovin' the sport MORE, and not to mention, my team mates as well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met like..at noon (supposedly morning, but some were late) @ HF, and then went to get stuff..spent the day @ Tanjung Beach, having fun snapping pix, playing games...went for dinner together...really, I've never been in a team like this before... it's AMAZING! Lotsa laughs! First, it was the wonderful hockey camp, followed by this outing... goodness! Come to think of it, I hardly ever hang out with my Muslim friends... and even if I did, it wasnt for long... but this bunch of people are definitely definitely different.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a big THANK YOU to all those who turned up! =) never knew so many would come! Hehe. And of course, special thanks to photographers Kat n Sin Ee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE NP HOCKEY!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115908368223775519?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115908368223775519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115908368223775519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115908368223775519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115908368223775519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-i-ever-told-yall-that-i-love-np.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115878523779494942</id><published>2006-09-21T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T04:51:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a REALLY weird dream last night... thanks to Mr Pilot..and oh, did I mention how happy I was when he asked for my num? BUT... did I give? Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dream was REALLY weird (yea otherwise why are they dreams!).. he picked me up one day after relief teaching... he drove (and no,he can fly a plane but he cant drive a car. hurhur).. so yea, mum was expecting me to be home by 7pm.. but it was already 6.35pm and I was tryna find an excuse to go back home...but it wouldn't be too nice.. so as he drove, he talked n talked.. I kept looking at my watch.. finally I asked him,"Where are we going?" and he replied,"Here we are! @ Katrina's *something something..it's a Peranakan restauarant sorta thing*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh restaurant..cool~ wait.. we're eating here!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: of course. you don't like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not that..just that...(i was rushing for time, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came this girl (obviously my love rival!!).. i was surprised to see her, cos I thought it was a date (we were together... in my dreams, i mean.hurhur!).. She kept getting close to him, and I started gettin pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the FUNNY part.. I'm not sure if I laughed in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they have this restaurant staff &lt;b&gt;outside&lt;/b&gt; the restaurant. So, we gotta write whatever we have planned on that day.. hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear Pilot was filling it up.."mouthwash, but more of lunch/dinner cos there will be rice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MOUTHWASH!?!?!?!?! Well, I think he meant "cuci mulut"... it means something like appetizers.. I translated that directly in my dreams.. goodness.. mouthwash!? and then.. the rice part. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wrote.."visit to the zooz" I dunno why it's spelled with the extra "z"... and we all know why zoo eh? In case yall dinno, the JERK and I were supposed to have our first date there... &lt;i&gt;haven't I got over it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways... hahahaha.. after he wrote those, I STILL felt worried, cos I promised to be home on time, but here I was, dining out with my boyfriend and love rival. We went in, sat down and I tried to tell him about it, but he wanted something, I can't remember what it was... so my love rival went like,"oh, im staying nearby! if you want, i'll ask my mother to bring it for you??" She was smiling gleefully la! And in the end, they were too engrossed in talking that I decided.. I wanna go home!! So, naturally, he was pissed off cos he made the reservation and all... besides.. "It was supposed to be a DATE honey!!!" He drove me back.. looking all pissed... tried pacifying him but it didn't work either..and that b*tch tagged along with us..WTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, must be 'cos I was looking @ his profile yesterday and found moi love rival.. hurhur.. i haaaate love rivals!! I've lost twice dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously thought the dream was hilarious!!! Yet to tell mum n bro about it.. confirm laugh their asses off... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's SHE who drives, by right. Afterall, dreams are opposite of reality innit? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering, Mr Pilot isn't my boyfriend (yeah, i'm fickle like that) and he's not yet a pilot, still got 5 more years..hehehehe. Besides, I've got 1.5 years more right?? =) Mum said,"by the time you grad, u won't be thinking abt ur pilot already" Hurhur. Do I change THAT fast!? I mean, I gave up on Sam (i.e Mr Lawyer) cos somehow, I felt there was something wrong with him.. he's a WIMP... he's such a smoothtalker...which means, he CANT be trusted..I just DONT like him! As for Feroz (not my "bro" but another one...now in NTU) .. mebbe a lil high on his ego... should tone down a lil.. and the fact that he isn't very Muslim.. and is proud of it.. that turns me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have my reasons. 'cos when I get attached the next (and hopefully the last) time round, it'd betta last... 'cos I'm not gonna date on the sly anymore.. with my parents' consent, I'll be openly roaming around the streets with my boyfriend! For some weird reason, I do not like the idea of holding hands in public.. or at least, not alllll the time, as if so afraid to get lost or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I saw 3 Yishun Sec students (in their uniforms).. 2 girls and a guy.. i.e a couple and.. the girl's friend. My guess is they're prolly in Sec 2 or something cos the guy wore short pants (HAH!!) but had lotsa pimples.. so must be sec 2.. you know, hormones raging and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, it was totally disgusting cos the girl had her hands all over him, and lay her head in his lap and slept.. instead of going "awwwwwwww" i went,"ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" yeah one letter can change the whole expression, I realised! It was unsightly! Mind you, in uniforms!? And the way she tried flirting with him, and how he was tryna act Mr Nice.. it's as if they were tryna show,"Hey, look, this is &lt;u&gt;true love&lt;/u&gt;" F*CK LA! Sec 2 only what love love all! Whats the point?? One month then break up? Suddenly being "attached" means ur something ey? CRAZY ASSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temptation to get attached has been there...ever since I broke up 2 years ago.. and last year.. BIGGEST temptation to get attached..only after JERK left. This year, I'm turning a blind eye to all... Yea I may go "woahh" at Mr Pilot.. but that's just it. I'm happy with my life now.. I don't need the extra commitment to the special someone at this point of time in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kalis!!! You are one lucky person!!!! You're gonna see me EVERY SCHOOLING DAY next sem!!! Sigh... poooooooooor meeeeeeeeeee. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this add is final. I've decided =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all.. gonna hit ze sack.. and let's hope I don't get weird dreams! Haha! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115878523779494942?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115878523779494942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115878523779494942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115878523779494942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115878523779494942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-really-weird-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115856626678318676</id><published>2006-09-18T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T15:57:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeee~! Mummy and I have made up!! Yesterday morning, I was so pissed when mum n bro ganged up on me... how can they do that!! Just 'cos dad's not here to take my side!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we made up!! So i'm feelin happy all over again! Sometimes, I seriously think we were born as sisters in our previous lifetimes.. we're so close, that so many people envy our mother-daughter relationship!! Even taxi drivers!! They say,"These days, it's almost impossible to hear mother-daughter talking like friends!" Hahaha. Seriously. Not one, but MANY cabbies have said that! It doesn't help that mum looks young for her age, and they always start off thinking we're sisters.. Pffft!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think,"If instead of dad, mummy had to go offshore for 5 months, how will it be like?" I think I'll cry every single day, cos I'll miss mummy so badly!! Who's gonna go to Jade cinema with me!!! Who'll cook n clean for me!!! Who'll be there to hear me complain my asses off!!! Who will be there to sit down n plan my future wimme!!! Most of all, who'll be there to bitch wimme!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy dearest, if there's one thing I can tell God, it'll be that I'm glad to be born by you.. you may be the most nonsensical mum around, often irritating bro and I, cracking the lamest of all jokes and bro n I will go like "haa haa haa", ur attempts to make us laugh weneva we're down/heartbroken... they way you'd reason things out with us... the way you stood by the both of us in our darkest times... i still remember some time in January, one night when I was sleeping, you came into my room, stroked my hair... you thought ur lil girl has grown up now... and mummy, that warm touch woke me up, but I pretended to be asleep cos I liked the fact that you showed me ur affection... yeah, we're not the kinda family who's generous with hugs n kisses but we definitely love each other a lot... bro and I have grown up, placing family as our first priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how bro talked to me during our worse times.. for once, he was the elder bro and me the younger one... he made me understand why things happen.. he used his life experience as an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a reason why I feel like the richest girl in this world, it's not cos of wealth, but it's cos i've got my family's love =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. mummy's bday is coming..!! This time round bro and I betta remember...! Dad's coming back in 2-3 weeks time!!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115856626678318676?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115856626678318676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115856626678318676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115856626678318676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115856626678318676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/weeeeeeeee-mummy-and-i-have-made-up.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115841627223618680</id><published>2006-09-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:22:05.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning: If ur a Christian, refrain from reading this post cos it may cause u hurt, misery, trauma and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK we all know that everybody has high regard for the Pope. We all respect him for who he is, being the leader of a religion..thats not an easy task, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT that doesn't give him the right to LIE about what Islam really is, does it? I mean, c'mon, seriously, his words were WORSE than the caricatures that the Danish bastards did. Apparently, the Pope said he was misinterpreted... hey, the whole world heard it! How can everyone be wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pope also quoted a 14th-century Byzantine emperor who said innovations introduced by the Prophet Mohammed were "evil and inhuman".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! Why quote when he knew it was gonna spark a big hoo-haa over it!? You are talking about Prophet Muhammad here! God's messenger! WHO ON EARTH gave him the right to call the innovations evil n inhuman!? If Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) was alive today, he would be so disappointed to see what the world has come to.. And STOP relating Islam to violence!!! Cos no way in hell the both are related, get this in ur puny brains!!! &lt;i&gt;Jihad&lt;/i&gt;, that is holy war, and violence are 2 different things! If you have no clue about the history of Islam, then kindly shut ur gap. The Pope has apologised, but why did he even bother to? 'Cos someday, someone will come up n say something else provoking the Muslims worldwide. Haven't they had enough?? Aren't they aware that Islam has the LARGEST population worldwide?! Just cos the terrorists cause terror in the world in the name of Islam, that dun mean that everyone of us are terrorists! The terrorists are just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my bro was out one night with my cuzzin.. he was walking along Clarke Quay when a Caucasian stared n him n said,"Terrorist!!!" I hope he was drunk then.. So what if my bro looks Paki? He's a terrorist? And of course, my bro replied with a "FUCK YOU!" hahaha. The bugger deserved it. Fucking Caucasians! Their BUSH is the biggest terrorist around!! And look what their respected POPE is saying about Islam... tsk tsk.. shame on them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah as you can see, I'm damn angered by the Pope's remarks about Islam.. cos "he did nothing to further dialogue between world religions and civilizations".. instead, he made things worse, gave his fellow Christians a false impression of Islam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Muslim, and am VERY proud to be one. If need be, I'd give my life up for the religion even. I was brought up with the right moral values cos I followed closely with the dos and donts of my religion..I can go on n on but really, lemme just sum it up in a few words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is coming to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pssst! this is a VERY censored version...the original may cause distress among the people concerned*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115841627223618680?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115841627223618680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115841627223618680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115841627223618680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115841627223618680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/warning-if-ur-christian-refrain-from.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115817147583300133</id><published>2006-09-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:17:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!!!!!! I F*CKING HATE THE WIMP CAN!?!?!?!?!?!?! FFFFFFFFFFFFF*CCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do things to/that irritate me!? WHY AR?! And to the other person who has been pissing me off continuously, please get some cue that I hate you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 days... ughhhh... screw the 4 million smiles thing for depriving you your precious precious time for me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ummm.. I think I need to start praying... seriously... my mind's a mess... my temper's gettin outta control... if only I can be nice to everyone like how I am to Mr Wimp..&lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan drawing closer... bye bye Sentosa... bye bye swimming... n many other things. I think, just the wrong time to have hols.. cos I'm starting to miss school =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've found a FANTASTIC deal THANKS TO FEROZ again!!! =) I love you to the core!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the Paki society in Singapore is SO DAMN SMALL! Whoever expectedd Momin to know Akhtar n family!!!!! Okay 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, I need your help...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115817147583300133?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115817147583300133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115817147583300133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115817147583300133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115817147583300133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/argh-i-fcking-hate-wimp-can.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115790728644370168</id><published>2006-09-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:54:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeee~! Back from hockey camp!!! My face hurts bigtime la!!! Blardy sunburnt, but lovin' it =) 'cept for the pain la!!! Well, if that's the price to pay for having fun under the sun, then surely it's worth it! =) cos i definitely learned a lot during the camp. Like the hit, sweep, stopping a fast-moving ball, and &lt;i&gt;happy happy&lt;/i&gt; as how a team mate of mine would put it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the camp! Especially last night...felt so perfect.. like we're one big happy family! I've never enjoyed playing 'Murderer' and 'Polar Bear' more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun wanna let my seniors down.. gonna put in more effort n take the sport seriously. I took netball seriously a lil too late actually... played for fun for 3 years, and got serious only in my final year.. which was a tad too late... dun wanna regret again... Hockey is definitely way more fun than netball, and really, when the ball comes to you, no matter how tired you are at that instant, the tiredness suddenly vanishes and the next thing you know ur running n running! No doubt I'm still pretty much a newbie at the sport, but i'm lovin' it already!! &lt;i&gt;BRO!!! Please come to NP!!!! cos u'll definitely join hockey =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even during my camp, you dint spare me did you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay all that aside... time for SPICE to show her presence!!! I'm starting to get pissed off at YOU and almost everything that YOU do!! Wake up, it's old joke already!!! GET A LIFE DAMMIT! SERIOUSLY! I hope YOU are gettin me cos otherwise, i'm gonna get more direct and everyone knows that the last thing Shariffa is, is a hypocrite! I'm damn direct, so PLEASE do NOT piss me any further with the things that you do, otherwise, i'm gonna say it IN YOUR FRIGGIN FACE! Once again, WAKE UP LA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha~! Feel so nice n light now. I just don't understand why people do things that piss me off!!! I tried being tolerant, nope dint work...tried to be nice, got taken advantage of.. now i'm trying to be MEAN...okay maybe I dun need to TRY to be MEAN cos I already am.. hahahaha...*everyone runs off* Ugh. Really, it's not cool so stop it already and be yourself dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn tired...knocking out now. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115790728644370168?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115790728644370168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115790728644370168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115790728644370168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115790728644370168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/weeee-back-from-hockey-camp-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115769167575146505</id><published>2006-09-08T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:01:15.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooooo! It's almost 1pm, and I was supposed to be @ hockey camp at 9am! Hehehe. I'm fasting, so very lethargic.. gonna attend half of the video session and training at 4.30pm tho... today's a special day for the Muslims... so if we fast today, sins cleared, new account! Weeeeeee~ Besides, this is my last day of "payback" fast!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna leave everything behind, and enjoy hockey camp in school! Just pray that I'll last thru today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. yeap! Thats all! Ciao til Sunday! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115769167575146505?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115769167575146505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115769167575146505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115769167575146505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115769167575146505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/helloooooooo-its-almost-1pm-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115762092529485579</id><published>2006-09-07T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:22:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh great. I gave in to him AGAIN. I gave in to a WIMP. I should consider just jumping off the building now. WHY!!?!?!?! WHY AM I SO NICE!?!?!?!?! I shouldn't be. I really shouldn't. If I do, he's gonna take advantage. &lt;i&gt;We need to talk k?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I hate it when im nice to wimps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115762092529485579?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115762092529485579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115762092529485579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115762092529485579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115762092529485579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115761345696548368</id><published>2006-09-07T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:17:36.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sameer, if there's one thing I can tell you today, it's that YOU ARE FRIGGIN CHILDISH N STUPID DESPITE BEING IN NUS LAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one friggin childish fella. Fancy falling out just cos I deleted you off my Friendster list. Have you seen your list? ALL GIRLS. And you hardly know any of them. You added them cos they r good looking, thats all. To beautify ur list. SORRY TO SAY but im not interested in beautifying ur DAMN list. GROW UP DUDE! 1st you come after me, and then when I say I dun think I know you enough, you say lets not waste our time then. Are you stupid or are you stupid? HAVENT I SAID GIVE ME TIME!!??!?!?!?!??!?! WHICH PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!??!?! I was submissive to you initially... apologised when things werent even my fault! But you took advantage, despite my temper, I chose to cool down, just to give in to you! Which isn't a good start anyway, cos you dun wanna see me blow up. If you've got temper, I've got too so kindly F*CK OFF from my life cos Paki wimps like you dun deserve a place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why I hate Paki guys? cos they r CHILDISH, EGOISTIC n no matter how high their education level is, THEY R STILL DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the wise choice of leaving him for the other. &lt;i&gt;Go Pilot! =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT stand such guys..want things done by their way only. F*CK OFF I'VE GOT A LIFE TO LEAD! And I'm very happy right now, I dun need you to be a part of my life. I've got my eyes on someone else already and ur incomparable to him! So kindly take ur leave! I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well~ Hockey camp tomorrow... excited...weeeeeee~  3 days n 2 nights with Kat n Pebs..sure to be fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I really dun care about you already&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115761345696548368?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115761345696548368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115761345696548368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115761345696548368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115761345696548368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/sameer-if-theres-one-thing-i-can-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115747313682566365</id><published>2006-09-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:18:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeee~!! Sarah's finally retaking her FTT!!! 4th time now... I pray she'll ace so that she can rock the roads here before I do, in 6 months time!! Muahahahaha!!! Happy 18th, come soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's bday was funnnnn! Did I mention that already? I doubt so. It was simple, just like how he wanted it to be.. As long as he's happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wuv mi family to bitsssssssssssss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so cant wait to turn 18!!! For the driving licence thingy that is. Still not gonna indulge in vices (yeah, ask me what i define vices as). So, still not gonna bend or break my principles...sticking by 'em closely... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood friends and I seem to be gettin closer as we grow up... we hardly meet, but we definitely communicate more.. all my lovely sisters.. I don't mind losing any friend in this world (and I dun want to even!) but NOT them definitely. They saw me grow up... since I was a born til now.. yes, that's how long we've known each other...and they show me what true friendship really is. As much as I hate the fact that I'm Paki, I love the fact that these lovely ladies are also Pakis, with exotic looks to boot.. woooots~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them as much as I love my parents n bro. They are my 2nd family afterall =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why... like love is so in the air... I can see it.. there! and there too! ahh it's everywhere =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins n gramma on the India side... gonna drop by for a visit some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER miss the friggin Paki relatives of mine tho. 'nuff said. dun wanna agitate moiself and spoil my beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... left one more day of fasting and I'm done...weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!~  Such a relief, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains. Looks. Pious. Taller than me. Real toned body. Dun indulge in drinking, clubbing, smoking. Damn. Whatmore can I ask for!!!!!! haha. Seriously. The epitome of perfection. Let's hope this works! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! 2.5 years before I grad =( ummm... maybe gettin attached at 19 isnt so harmful afterall... ryte ryte? so cool. 2 years! Or rather, 1.5 years since i'm just 6 months shy of my 18th bday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This sounds better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it goes ey? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115747313682566365?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115747313682566365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115747313682566365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115747313682566365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115747313682566365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/weeeeeeeeee-sarahs-finally-retaking.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115739186536639753</id><published>2006-09-05T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:44:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;you make me more n more impressed with you each day.. damn... so p-e-r-f-e-c-t. ah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have the job interview today... turns out that I made my way down, only to receive a booklet of Sony Ericsson fone models, and I'm supposed to memorise each fone's memory space, WIFI, etc etc... the job definitely pays well!!! And I love the timing..just how I wanted... 11am-9pm... yeah midway you'll hear me complaining like I did when I was in Taka... but this one's cool cos the location isn't fixed... it's islandwide! coolness! And it isn't everyday too. Just how I wanted. Woohooo~! Oh oh and turns out that the guy in-charge was from AI too! He graduated wayyy back in '97 tho. Mhm. Giving Wednesday's Sony training a miss... have a feeling that it's gonna be dead boring.. I'd rather go for hockey training! Camp coming.. excited!! And to &lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt;, will heed ur advice, no worries =) that was SUPER sweet by the way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm. I procrastinated quite a bit this morn... woke up at 11am, and then,"ah, never mind...12pm will do" and then 12.30pm... and then 12.40pm...and "shit! im late!!" Haha. In fact, I was contemplating if I should go or not... cos I was fasting and felt kinda lethargic.. but I went anyways.. turned out nice~ reached home... PLEASANT SURPRISE by *ahem*... and then took a nap... woke up, checked again, another PLESANT SURPRISE!!!! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (yeah, by far, thats the longest "aww..")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!!! Sarah, stop ur nonsense. Okay fine fine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a matter of time anyways!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm... dad's coming back sooooon! Most likely during Ramadhan... yippeeeee~! Dhoom 2 releases then =/ "Main Hoon Don" too, im assuming... ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, please Sarah. Must follow someone and go for prayers instead =) &lt;i&gt;didn't I say he's perfect?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta do some memorising now... got a 'test' by Haizad some time this week. arghhhhhhh!!! So much for having HOLS. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115739186536639753?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115739186536639753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115739186536639753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115739186536639753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115739186536639753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-make-me-more-n-more-impressed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115730586088213092</id><published>2006-09-04T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:51:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, now, I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in this whole universe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos FINALLY ive got my bro back!!! Yes, the same bro whom I loved dearly n looked up to him some years ago... lost him for 5 years to his vices... but nowwww... he left everything and is back with us, his family!! He's starting to get in touch wimmy life... so in that spirit, I confessed some stuff to him... like me n *ahem*...Mr Pilot! =) Even mum knows about it now... weeeeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life right now. Seriously. My family has always been the most important people in my life, and they shall continue to be. I can live without anything, but not without my family n their neverending support in anything that I do. I love love LOVE my family to bits!!!! And of course, the fact that they r so open =/ shall not go into the details! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have been all bright n sunny on my side! Damn, how I wish life would maintain its pace like this.. then again, it might get boring after a while.. well, i cant wait for more surprises that Life has to offer!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well~ Mr Ng has lotsa lotsa contacts in the field im interested. Tell me, am i lucky or am i lucky? Hahaha. And I definitely miss him to bits!!!!!! My primary school teacher who made a huge impact in my life!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... went to watch "Lage Raho Munnabhai" with mum just now.. it was HILARIOUS!! I think the film was SUPERB.. injected with Mahatma Gandhi's principles... gosh.. I admire him a lot. A LOT. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!! Anddddd congrats to Niraj!!! Check out Sunday Times today... the dude's a multi-millionaire... he's bro's friend n mine as well.. and we never knew about his computer empire =/ i always thought he had one store in Sim Lim only =/ damn! MY FRIEND!!!!!!! Haha. Bro n I had the biggest shock of our lives. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job interview tomorrow...see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm feelin' it..are you? =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115730586088213092?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115730586088213092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115730586088213092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115730586088213092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115730586088213092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-and-foremost-now-i-feel-like-im.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115705067462915173</id><published>2006-09-01T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:58:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word to sum up today. F-U-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to AI today.. was supposed to meet Mai, Nad n Rin but apparently Nad woke up late, Rin was nowhere in action.. which left Mai and I meeting early @ the hall. Well, the performance was so-so... nuffin splendid.. but I loved Rajes' singing! Good going girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First teacher I spoke to was Mr De!! And then came more ex-students.... the usual gang.. Khai and all... talked to all my sec 4 teachers... it was definitely niceeeee. They all said the same thing to me.."You look different! You are getting prettier now! you've lost weight! stress uh?" Ugh. I'm getting &lt;b&gt;fatter&lt;/b&gt;, hello! Nevertheless, it was definitely damn nice catching up with 'em...took a pic with my favourite, Ms Zuraida! Seriously, my favourite of all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Miss Cheng actually commented that my nose seems longer now "maybe because you are no longer wearing specs, thats why it seems longer now. it's nice!" ughhhh. Yeah now Sarah turns into pinocchio! Hurhur. I havent been tellin lies. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad seeing my teachers all happy n stuff... they love the environment there much much more now. everyone seemed happy...wish we had that principal before we graduated..oh well~ as long as my teachers are happy there... who knows, someday I may wanna teach there n work alongside my teachers? Would be cool huh.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was there did I realise how much I missed AI actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to head to town with Nad, but change of plans cos I didn't like "some people" in that gang. Anyways, met up with my favourite favourite dudes in town... Puneet n Karmen!!!! gawwwwd..missed 'em! Hahaha. It was definitely fun being with 'em again.. we talked to the teachers... took a walk down mem lane now and then.. that was nice~ such things don't come by all the time...especially when we're all so busy with work n stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Deli's..and then walked around Northpoint..bumped into Arch and co. .. she looks different... funny how we greeted... like strangers... or acquaintances... or... i dunno... like we dunno each other anymore.. neways, it was nice seeing them still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Karmen's... laughed our heads off... recollected some stuff... haha nice nice.. and then plucking of coconut trees...hahahaha. Karmen brought India back to Singapore. Hats off to the dude! It was definitel memorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home... snuggled in my cosy cosy bed... and the weather was JUST right... and tadaa!! off to bed... til like 9+pm or so... was so lost when I woke up...mum n bro were already home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, bro's bday on 2nd Sept... saturdayyyyyyyyyy *sarah, do something*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115705067462915173?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115705067462915173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115705067462915173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115705067462915173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115705067462915173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-word-to-sum-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115687101497474105</id><published>2006-08-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:03:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that the closer I am to my mates, the more fragile our friendship becomes? I'm not talking about the mates I from poly, yadayada. Why is it that the ones who understand me best tend to share the most fragile friendship with me. Why? Am I just not fated to be read or have a bestie for life? Seriously. I'm starting to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck. It's such a bad day. The first day I didn't smile. Hardly spoke a word. FUCK.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115687101497474105?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115687101497474105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115687101497474105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115687101497474105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115687101497474105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-is-it-that-closer-i-am-to-my-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115675019092044915</id><published>2006-08-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:29:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If yall have time, please read the latest entry on my Friendster blog. I have some feedback already, all of which are rather positive! Hahaha. Yeah, some thought it definitely made an impact, some like the words used, some thought,"very very true!!" Hehe. What do you think? Lemme know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to keep this blog as my rant-on and be-happy blog. The Friendster one is rather formal (more or less) reason being I've got more readers there where as my readers here are closer to me, so they'll prolly understand what I'm saying, even informally. Ever since the hols started, oh wait, even before Medisoc exam, I've been writing and writing n writing. I'm currently working on my favourite topic... I may choose not to publish it in either blogs... well, depends~ Some masterpieces ought to be kept within =) I don't quite like throwing in &lt;i&gt;chim&lt;/i&gt; words in every single sentence. In fact, it irritates me. Flowery language is good, but too much makes it nauseating...seriously. Then again, everyone has his/her own writing styles. My entries here are like really informal. I dun see why anyone would wanna read my entries here apart from it being related to my personal life most of the time. Weally~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... ive got a lotta cleaning up  to do..in my room.. be back to blog laterz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115675019092044915?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115675019092044915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115675019092044915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115675019092044915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115675019092044915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-yall-have-time-please-read-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115669899954494627</id><published>2006-08-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:42:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love &lt;i&gt;Imagine&lt;/i&gt; by John Lenon.. damn... so fine~ I'm into classics now..weeee!! Fanx Saad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's official. I LOVE Feroz. He's introducing me as his cuzzin to his school, so that I can get a job as a relief teacher there. Best part is, his colleagues are often on MCs!!!!! Damn, somebody tell me how cool is that!!! =) &lt;i&gt;Love you, bro!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun care whether it's in Toa Payoh or Changi even. As long as I'm getting that much in a day!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made brownies today. MOISELF please. =) Mummy said it's the best I've made so far (2nd attempt).. if mummy likes it means it MUST be something, knowing watta great cook/baker my own mum is!! In fact,  she takes orders from some of her friends during the festive seasons!.. cool innit! And her own daughter cant cook for nuts.. haha. It's okay. My mum knew nuts at 17 toooo =P (really. she admitted. so it runs in us!!! HAHA! one more excuse for not learning how to cook! sorry Sameer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. speaking of Sameer.. I've got one week left now... &lt;i&gt;God bless me please. really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 5 more days of fasting to payback. =( Never mind. Time will pass quickly =) And and andddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin my new bedroom set on Tuesday!!! Noon.. Mhm! Mummy and I have made plans! I'm gonna go for a makeover (mebbe this weekend) and then have the pixxies developed nicely... then make a collage of moiself.. from baby til now... lots n lotsa pixxies, and put 'em in a large large frame!! Preferably one that has lights by the sides of the frame... Hmm.. now, biggest question mark is... where do I get such a nice frame? Anyone know, lemme know please. I'm working to do my room up nicely. Plussss... scent!!!! Yeah, it's really therapeutic. Gotta ask dad for this... prolly get summin from BelAir. Weeeee~! I'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta busy day tomorrow... clear my wardrobe... clean my room... like, make it sparkling clean... I've decided to clean my room once every week now on. And ironing is a no-no in my room cos it makes my room messy. Gonna dump my boxes of books away... I dunno why I'm keepin' 'em still. Ugh. And I wanna repaint my room.. mummy says repaint it PINK... WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never in my next lifetimes at least!!!!!! I HATE/ABHOR/DESPISE PINK so thats the LAST colour I'll ever paint my cosy space. I like the current blue... i feel at ease~ so peaceful~ calm~ you know, the effects baby blue has... yeah, i have read a theory about how healthy the colour pink really is, but i really dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... mum gave me a BRILLIANT idea... and I hope, with the help of Aunty Midah, I can &lt;i&gt;work on it&lt;/i&gt; pretty soon.. one of my job prospects in future. *hey you never know~* Anyways, I'm keeping it mum for now. Yes, lemme be selfish just this once =P (I've only told Saad and Feroz about it. BOTH think it's a GREAT idea. weeeee!~ I'm one lucky girl...to have such friends who care so much about moi, i'm really lucky. really. =) and I appreciate you guys BEYOND words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm... Actually, I don't have much to say... save for the fact that I feel the need/urge to start losing weight... drastically... like how I did before. So that means, bye bye carbs, bye bye oily foodies ( nv quite like them in the first place), bye bye chocos (well...just a liiiiiil will do)...hello to running!!! Never mind, nothing beats being healthy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so excited. Pretty much contented. A lil disappointed. &lt;i&gt;Well, smile all! =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115669899954494627?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115669899954494627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115669899954494627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115669899954494627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115669899954494627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-imagine-by-john-lenon.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115660429402939330</id><published>2006-08-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:58:21.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyyy! I agreed to have a queen-sized bed..why? 'cos mummy said only then will she get me a King Koil mattress. Ugh. I don't care whether it's single or queen-sized now! Planning to decorate my room further.. mebbe take the glow-in-the-dark stars out, put my makeover pic there (yeahhhh!!! prolly taking in a few weeks time!! yay!), get rid of my study table, buy a new one.. hmm.. i'll devote my time to doing my room up nicely...gonna make it so cosy~ And and andddd...scent! Yeah! =) I think I'm learning a bit too much from cuzz Fareed =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent heard from Kal and Pebs since Monday, after exams... only in contact with Kat.. who got a job! Congrats!! =) &lt;i&gt;miss 'em...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's having her attachment at KK Hospital next week, so that leaves us with the following week to go Escape and Jurong East Swimming Complex! Yayyyy!!! I totally love it when I'm out wimmy childhood friends! And we LOVE it more when our mums tag along, cos that'll mean, SPONSORED!!!!! =P Hahahaha. Among all 7 of us, I'm closest to Sarah and Malek. The elder siblings (including my bro) are too busy... =( &lt;i&gt;i miss the rest of yall!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's gf, who is currently in States, is coming back to Singapore, only to leave for States forever. She's gonna carry on with her studies there... and she dumped my bro for her 1st bf..who is also in States... who is her own cuzzin... how sick is that! Anyways, her cuzzin's &lt;u&gt;fugly&lt;/u&gt; but damn damn damn damn nice fella...at heart. It's a good move... my bro said,"To hell with all the girls! i'm not into them anymore!" See, I knew he's gay! Haha. He was damn shocked at first... and still cant believe it, tho we joked around and stuff earlier on... I mean, 3 years and 7 months of relationship! Like what mum said,"you can be with someone for 7-8 years also, but when the time comes, you gotta leave, then leave". True true. Time isn't a factor at all. I told everyone before but no one would believe me... Whenever I said,"I dont see her coming into our family"... everyone would say,"noooo you cannot say like that. if they r fated to be together, you cant stop them". Haaaaah! In your faces people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually said that she wanna meet my mum before she leaves for States again. And bro's immediate reply was,"Why are you wasting my family's time for!? Meet my Aunty (the one I hate) la! She likes you a lot wat!" Indeed. My aunty totally adore her. Even my mum dun see why she gotta meet her before she leaves. Well, yes, a part of me feels sad that my bro's first relationship has finally come to an end... after so much of drama.. after so much she went through cos of my bro... after 3 anniversaries... after some outings with my family... and some good moments that we had... it has finally come to an end... She was the first girl my bro introduced into my family... And the first she shall remain... Somehow, after her 1 month plus stay in States, she has changed, and I hardly blame her actually. Her cuzz loves her, appreciates her for what she is... treasures her more than my bro does... it's just right that she went back to him... Poor bro... cant accept the fact that he got D-U-M-P-E-D!!! Hahahaha!!! &lt;i&gt;It's okay bro... ur good looking, inside-out... you won't lack suitors =) and if you do, you know I'm there to matchmake you with you-know-who! hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats new on my side? Hmm... I... dunno... maybe bro was right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound sick...but I miss school...I miss that stressful period...I miss that workload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah said,"Better go back to AI on thurs, I dont give a f*** about ur schedule"...ughhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...bro said he wanna get a girl from Pakistan, the one living in the highest mountain... cos they are very very very very very very very very very fair and DAMN good looking. Tat'll be my late grandfather's side... DAMN good looking... with grey/blue eyes... W-O-W... BUT! I thought my parents would object to it... guess what mum said? "Yeah that'll be okay also. Ur dad will agree too" I always thought they'd object to it!!! Mum added,"for the daughter-in-law, we can accept. but NOT for son-in-law" So my dude CANT be from Pakistan... *sigh* but it's okayyyy I dun want a guy from there either!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;i&gt;still waiting&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115660429402939330?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115660429402939330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115660429402939330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115660429402939330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115660429402939330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/yayyyy-i-agreed-to-have-queen-sized.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115652202699037691</id><published>2006-08-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:07:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One is so nice and taking it nice and slow, just how I like it. The other cant wait (obviously who), impatient... but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY STUDENTS ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos they are my lil dollar signs =P Did relief teaching at Evergreen Primary today. Hmm.. The class I was handling was a lil outta hand. Pretty rowdy.. especially these 2 mischievious boys..gawd! I shouted my ass off them man! In fact I shouted so much, I started feeling thirsty... cos I was fasting as well. But hey, I lasted ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever schools I go to, they are all different in their own ways. But all share one thing in common: The teachers LOVE the students like their own. Seriously. Teaching is a real noble profession... Those kids get on my nerves when they keep calling me,"Miss Shariffa,Miss Shariffa"... even when I was busy, they'd keep repeating until they got my attention... now now, how irritating is that? PLUS the whiny factor. Towards the end of the day, I blasted. Kids these days...*sigh* all the 90s batch uh! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. saw Shu Fen and Shu Fang on the bus while I was on my way back home.. such a pleasant surprise! We were friends in kindergarten, the lost touch (of course) after kindergarten.. came sec school, I found Shu Fang awfully familiar... and then...tadaaaa! WE REMEMBERED EACH OTHER! Hehehe how sweet is that! We were classmates til sec 2... havent seen them in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going Jurong East Swimming Complex... I feel like watching An American Haunting... I feel like going Sentosa... I feel like utilising my 2 complimentary tix to Escape Theme Park... I feel like ice skating.. I feel like rollerblading/cycling at East Coast... I feel like playing bowling...&lt;i&gt;anyone?&lt;/i&gt; ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy but I refuse to sleep... &lt;i&gt;why am I freaking waiting again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, gonna finalise on my new bedroom set tomorrow... see which one I like la... looks like it's gonna be queen-sized bed again.. forget it.. it's always what mum wants when it comes to the house... even my most personal space, my bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hoping for more relief teaching days next week, altho there's hockey training (bummerrrr), AI's Teachers' Day celeb... But if I happen to work, I gotta give the celeb a miss...how sucky is that? Heh. &lt;i&gt;sorry guys...=(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115652202699037691?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115652202699037691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115652202699037691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115652202699037691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115652202699037691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-is-so-nice-and-taking-it-nice-and.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115643403264336765</id><published>2006-08-24T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:05:16.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, so much for ranting. I forgot to mention. I went to waste my money yesterday... dyed my hair but I swear you can hardly see a diff. anyways, I'm "indulging" in a new hobby... uhmmm... picture editing!!! Lemme show yall... oh yeah, I cut my hair... short... =/ not very short like the &lt;u&gt;fugly&lt;/u&gt; gf of my hot bro, but still shorter than before... shorter ponytail now.. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhmm... new pixxies..wimmy rather short hair. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/envy-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/envy-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/nezHOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/nezHOT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original pic... scroll down for the edited version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/nez_distort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/nez_distort.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! ooooops!!! sorry bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how can I forget, I'm starting relief teaching again!!! Evergreen Primary has called me up for relief tomorro, noon session! Money innnnnn, boredom outtttt! Hahaha. It's my cuzzin's school, so hoping to see her and give that lil cutie a surrrrrprise!!! &lt;i&gt;yes yes, Sarah didi wil be there! =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally excited. and... elated for... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115643403264336765?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115643403264336765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115643403264336765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115643403264336765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115643403264336765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-so-much-for-ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115642426295900776</id><published>2006-08-24T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:16:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our conversation.. (after much quarrelling in the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok, is 2 weeks time fine with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 2 years. I say it and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: What difference does it make if it 2 years or 2 months or even 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If it makes no difference to you, then very well. Why cant you wait for 2 more years? In fact, I used to say 3 years but I'e cut it short reasonably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. I'm just being fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: To yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope, to everyone else. Why can I tell everyone 2 years but not you? Why can everyone else respect my decision but not you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: You have to be fair to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: (very very classic) because i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That doesn't work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: It does and you know that. ur living in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You don't have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Think about it, Sarah. I'm giving you some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The remaining chunk has been deleted. Some things are just not worth ranting about. Better to just let go. No, I'm not talking about the conversation above (with Sameer)... it's something else... ugh, forget it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115642426295900776?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115642426295900776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115642426295900776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115642426295900776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115642426295900776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115627436496142249</id><published>2006-08-23T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T03:19:25.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost nothing special happened today. Started fasting, woke up at 12.30pm..bathed n all.. slept back til 3.40pm... the contractor came soon after, then left.. lazed around some more, talked to Aaqib (jokerrrrrrr)...mum came back, talked to mum... broke fast... watched tv... mocked my bro's gf for her &lt;u&gt;fugly&lt;/u&gt; new hairdo. We joined forces in criticising her!!! Hahahahahahaha. C'mon, desi girls DONT look pretty in short hair. Unless you're DAMN hot and got naturally smooth and silky hair like Preity Zinta and Urmila Matondkar. Otherwise, why waste the beautiful features on ur face with that kinda hair??? My bro couldn't stand it.. he's so pissed off, he told her,"Don't meet me til 10 months later...if your hair grow by then" Hahahahahahahahaha. WATTA BF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's prolly the highlight of the day. Heading to the salon later at noon with Aunty Rohaya. Yayyyy excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm... I never knew I could speak/understand Urdu that well until I spoke to Aqib today! And it seems like Paki guys have the nicest eyes... especially eyelashes. Seriously. So many Paki fellas I know (family n friends) have suchhhhh niccceeeee eyelashessssssss. And everyone knows I'm crazy over pretty lashes!!! Long, inclined to curl nicely.... W-O-W factor! My bro's got pretty pretty lashes!!! Ughhhhhhhhh *jealous* sometimes, I wonder, why wasnt he born a girl when he's got such nice female attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got super slender leg, worth for guys to drool over. Like what I said before,"Bro, don't be surprised if one day you wake up and find all ur leg hair gone!!!" I cant stand it!!! SUPER SEXY LEGS!!!! And then comes the lashes...when he blinks... IT LOOKS SO CUTE!!!! He has very very very smooth skin, palms... Why are we so different? Apart from the fact that my lashes are okay, just not as nice as his. Everything else, so opposite! He used to have size 24 waist. How ideal is that for a girl! Damn... now he's all buff =/ I cant admire him anymore. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sounds weird. Hahaha. Anyways, hittin' ze sack now! Let's hope for a more interesting day tomorrow... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115627436496142249?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115627436496142249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115627436496142249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115627436496142249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115627436496142249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/almost-nothing-special-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115619007279164616</id><published>2006-08-22T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:54:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just updated DD! So Divas, go check it out! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Yes, finally, exams are over and DONE with. Not just for 1st sem, for Year 1, mind you =P So, cheers people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Sameer finally explained himself. Fair enough. I still don't quite trust him but what the hell. Like what Kat said, win-win situation hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is like my lucky day or something. Sameer, the new hunk on the block, Saad... I swear I feel like strangling him sometimes. Fancy saying that I sound like an auntie on the phone! But he got emotional blackmailed by me, so good try there bugger!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stay home today cos the contractor's coming between 3pm-6pm and for that, I gotta stay home the whole day =( but it's okay. 'cos I gotta "pay back" my fast. hurhur. why didn't I just fast today? I had chocolate snowshake for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What is your stomach made of? Steel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. I really dunno, Mum. You gave birth to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go and dye my hair tomorrow... what colour? No idea. Nothing bright of course. Uhmm..planning to start relief teaching this thursday or so... see how everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... &lt;i&gt;Sarah, make ur mind up. Fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a random post... Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115619007279164616?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115619007279164616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115619007279164616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115619007279164616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115619007279164616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-updated-dd-so-divas-go-check-it.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115600114541349042</id><published>2006-08-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:25:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The air-con's running at full speed. So tempted to sleep, but lemme just blog before I call it a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna just now... very emotion-evoking. Then again, it's directed by Karan Johar, so whatmore can we expect if not emotion-evoking films? People said that it's one of his most boring films of all time. I beg to differ. No, it's not one of the biggest blockbuster of the year at all, but it wasn't thaaaat bad. Personally, I liked it. Didn't love it as much as I loved Fanaa and Krrish, but it was okay. It was something different, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea and Dev got married cos they wanted to give a new name, a new meaning to their friendship. Rhea is this high-flying, career-minded girl, who hardly spends time with her family due to her busy schedule. They have a kid, Arjun, who grew up spending time with his dad, not his mum. Dev was a football star but due to an accident, he couldn't play football anymore. Hence, there goes his career. Rhea was bringing back the dough, Dev felt inferior. Due to his inferiority complex, he got upset at Rhea most of the time and they'd end up quarelling. Dev is this stubborn, hot-tempered guy who'd get angry at anything and everything. After his accident, he became a coach for a kids' football team. He was cynical about almost everyone and everything. That was his major problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya got married to Rishi, not  quite willingly. It was like a &lt;i&gt;samjhauta&lt;/i&gt;, which means, compromise. Rhea was brought up by Rishi's dad after her parents passed on. She n Rishi were childhood friends all along. Then, they got married. Rishi loved her more than he loved himself. He was willing to do anything for her, cos she meant the world to him. He was super romantic towards her, would tell her how much he loved her almost all the time. On the other hand, Maya didn't quite like it. To begin with, she hardly loved him. She would often analyze the situation and then sit down and discuss the problems, but Rishi was never prepared for that. Maya was barren, she felt incomplete. Rishi enjoyed partying, nightlife, socialising etc etc, but Maya wasn't into such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts arose. The climax came when Dev and Maya started getting closer, dated each other pretty often. Rishi's father suspected that somehow, something wasn't right but kept mum. Dev and Maya went to the extent of having sex in a hotel room even. And to think Maya used to get angry at Rishi, her own hubby, whenever he wanted to get intimate with her!! She felt helplessly in love with Dev, but at the same time, she was doubtful of their relationship.. cos Dev would have to leave his wife and son... and what would people say? They decided to end their relationship... but with grace. They went back to their respective homes, told their spouses everything, and got chased out. Of course, that was inevitable. Afterall, they committed adultery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they lied to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: Hey...how's it on ur side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Oh, Rhea will forgive me over time... afterall, family is family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: Oh.. yeah... Rishi will forgive me too... all the best to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was roughly their phone conversation. They lied to each other. Neither knew that they were gonna lead their lives all alone, not with their respective families. 3 years passed... Rishi invited Maya to his wedding. Yeah, he got married again. There, she saw Rhea..Rhea told her that she divorced Dev since 3 years... And as usual, the bollywood scenes follow. Maya goes to the train station, looking for Dev, Dev saw her, he tried to run away (he dinno she was divorced too), then train moves, Maya cries, then she turns and sees Dev, cos he pulled the train chain yadayada... predictable ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there were coupla times during the movie when I teared. Just simply touched my heart... which sets me to think... which am I? Maya, Rhea, Rishi or Dev? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115600114541349042?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115600114541349042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115600114541349042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115600114541349042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115600114541349042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/air-cons-running-at-full-speed.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115593123441247576</id><published>2006-08-19T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:00:34.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, finally... pretty much more or less done with revision for Medisoc... so proud of myself that I devoted so much time to this remaining friggin 40%. For once, Sarah haven't slacked off! Hehe. Have yet to step outta the house ever since Monday.. &lt;i&gt;well done, darling!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Anyways, congrats to Kat n I for we-know-what! But credits go to Kat, seriously. Bravo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...I hardly did netin today 'cept study. more study. I feel like my sec 2 days are here again... I miss my old self please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Feroz is getting married!!! My 1st friend to get married!!! But it's no surprise, just a matter of time, 'cos the dude's already 28. I'm so happy for him!!!!! To think he used to lament about &lt;i&gt;women&lt;/i&gt;. Bah!!! Hehehe. He told me how he proposed to his girl, cant help but to go "awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!" for like a minute! Okay fine not that long. But really damn damn sweet!!!! &lt;i&gt;And I still want that RT job for your school ok!!! =) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroz is like this elder brother of mine. He was the first and perhaps the only person who warned me about Imran. I should have listened. But it's okay, over and done with. Feroz fools me so convincingly... and no doubt, he did it again today. Hurhur. Spare me some time please! He regards me as this lil sis of his, often advising me on how to deal with stuff, the dos and donts of life.. seriously, like bro and sis. And since he's a teacher, he'd often tell me about the funny things his students do or say. Hahaha. He was pleasantly surprised when he heard I did relief teaching few months ago. Thanks to him, I'm thinking of doing relief teaching again! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm... I think Saad knows me a bit too well no? Just a few seconds and you already realised... gawd!!!! Power mind-reader!!!!! But nonetheless, yes, I am upset with you!!!! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like suddenly my whole life has paused? Is it because there isn't school? Or just that I'm too bored and need a life? Or maybe...I've started to think...hmmm yes, I think I've started thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.41am now...I dunno...just dun feel sleepy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer is @%^*&amp;* flirtatious. So out he goes! Apparently, I found out stuff about him. See, I was right. Good looking guys = cannot be trusted. One whole account fulla girls and you say,"But I knew them even before we got together~" Yeah ryte!!! Too bad, you missed out on a coupla my mates dude! Okay the point is, he wanted to befriend this Year 2 Paki Mass Comm girl whom I cant stand, totally!!!! Yet another family enemy~ Heard about her even before I joined NP. And I swear I cant stand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; stand men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I'm planning to take a break. Finally. Maybe catching Kabhi Alvidaa Na Kehna laterz at noon or evening. I was thinking about something earlier while talking to Feroz... "If mum's gonna work morn shift starting monday, bro's gonna be in camp during office hours or maybe having guard duties, and dad's like not coming anytime soon til Oct... then who else do I have at home during the hols!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah needs/wants/desires for a job now. Yes yes. NOW!!!!!! Before I lose my sanity!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, Punnu, Karmen, Nadiah and I are planning to go back to AI during Teachers' Day, so anyone else going, please please lemme know!!! Wanna catch up with yall! Esp my India bros i.e Punnu and Karmen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my grandfather's clock just went off. It's 4am. Time for some sleep. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115593123441247576?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115593123441247576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115593123441247576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115593123441247576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115593123441247576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115583643543166604</id><published>2006-08-18T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:43:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every single song that reminds me of you, I'm dumping them away. Every single thing that makes me miss you, I'm hating it right away... reason being, I HATE YOU... but I'm glad, I finally spit it out... I so wanna slap you in public some time. Just lemme bump into you, I'll give you a slap, you'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a much much brighter note, my day went well~ =) So there's a new hunk on the block (not literally). From NTU... yet to know more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that aside, Saad has been awfully nice and stuff. He brings out the different sides of me...and he does it so well =) He said he's seen 5 sides of me so far... and I broke the stereotypes he had of me in mind at first, one by one. =) I'm more than what I seem, I'm more than what you think, I'm more than who you know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme introduce yall to one special hardly-known side of me. This side of me prefers to keep it on the low. Well, not too long ago, I was involved in some mosque activities during Ramadhan. People donated sacks of rice, and we distributed. Yes, we were so tired of going up countless flights of stairs, prickling hot day, fasting month thus no food or water... but you know, when we knocked on their doors, they opened and saw the sacks of rice in our hands, their smiles totally made it all worthwhile. Suddenly, hunger, thirst vanished. Suddenly all that mattered was them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've been trying to find such events but the mosque here hardly does it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mission... or lets call it so. To go to one of the poor villages in India... live with them for 2 weeks. Learn as much as I can from them, and if possible, help as much. We all know, poverty is everywhere... more drastic in some places. Instead of sympathising with them, I wanna go outta my way and help them... anyone wanna join me on my mission? Let me know... I'm planning to go in a few years.. either after diploma or once return from Australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can accomplish that in this lifetime, I'd leave the face of the Earth a happy person... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like what Mummy said,"Charity begins with your family"... Yes, I got Mum's point... Although Mum also said that she may not want me to go because, in her words,"you surely cannot &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, you are stronger at heart as compared to your brother, but you won't be able to take it, cos the poverty situation there will make you breakdown. Surviving is another thing." No Mum, I'll prove to you. All I need is support from my loved ones. That will keep me going. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was truly inspired by the movie, &lt;i&gt;Swades&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, Hindi movie. I watched it only once, in the theatre, but I'll remember it for a lifetime. There was this part where a couple was about to marry off their 9-year-old daughter (child marriages are common in rural India. Due to poverty, the next thing they depend on is dowry).  They got outcasted by the other villages due to their caste differences. How unfair is that? The &lt;i&gt;untouchables&lt;/i&gt; are still living in a place far away from the community. Why the differences? They all breathe in oxygen, tread on the same land... most of all, they are human beings too and we all want to be treated with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on lamenting on how unfair the world really is... how the rich gets richer, and the poor gets poorer. It won't end... it won't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115583643543166604?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115583643543166604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115583643543166604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115583643543166604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115583643543166604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-single-song-that-reminds-me-of.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115574396876630139</id><published>2006-08-16T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:03:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooops!! I FORGOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jashan e azadi mubarak ho, to my fellow Pakistanis (14th Aug) and Indians (15th Aug)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saad left me with something deep... you know what yaar, your simple lines make a deep impression man. It's like, we insult each other way more than we compliment, but when we say something nice to each other, we both know we mean it, from the bottom of our hearts. &lt;i&gt;I like~ =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like our conversation today especially. Suddenly, I feel like I'm missing the duffo. Your one statement brought my esteem up again, and I'm soaring high above again =) &lt;i&gt;Looking forwad to talking to you later.. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so loved today~ See, I was right. I knew I'd have a nice time today (pretty fruitful as well). I kept smiling. I remember smiling a smile that was true. No longer faking it. 'cos I'm happy now. I would think so, at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dad said,"Buy &lt;i&gt;the girl's&lt;/i&gt; bedroom set on the 24th next week" Yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! Mum and I have been constantly argueing about this cos I want a single bed!!! I dun want a queen-sized bed!!!! I want a &lt;i&gt;very teen&lt;/i&gt; bedroom!!!! &lt;i&gt;Lemme have my way this time too please? Cos otherwise I'd be living on queen-sized beds my whole life! By the time I'm married, it's king-sized..gotta share summore!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. It's okay, I'm still smiling =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank God for the wonderful people He's brought into my life... If I thought 2005 was best, then I really dinno wat "best" defines, cos 2006 has proven me wrong. Please let my life maintain its pace... Let my dad return home safely... Thank you, God. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115574396876630139?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115574396876630139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115574396876630139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115574396876630139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115574396876630139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/oooooops-i-forgot-jashan-e-azadi.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115570389003881519</id><published>2006-08-16T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:51:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoke to dad!!! The 1st time ever since he left for offshore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, abah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *moment of silence* yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd! My dad sounded so shaky!!! I bet he was tearing as I spoke to him! But, the 1st thing I asked him was money =/ goodness. I feel so bad. But never mind that, dad's gonna come back soon! Gonna give him a biggg biggg hug when he comes back!!! &lt;i&gt;I miss you terribly dad!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I made his day just as much as he made mine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like giving dad a surprise... maybe cook for him when he comes home or something... &lt;i&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said it's like 90% confirmed that dad will be back for Eid!!! *jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense today will be a good day. Especially tonight. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115570389003881519?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115570389003881519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115570389003881519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115570389003881519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115570389003881519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww-i-just-spoke-to.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115556689164245732</id><published>2006-08-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:48:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daym~ I'm seriously running a temperature now, and my nose is blocked! Urghh *sneeeeeeezes in Kat's face* wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's presentation was aight. Not bad, none of my mates came after 10am!!! Tat's record-breaking already *Sarah betta make sure she comes on time now on too*. Kekeke. Okie, thennn me, Kat n Pebs hit town...fun fun fun!! Tho cramps came in my way, I survived! And we took neoprints!! Goodness! The last I took was in Nov..NO! in Dec '06 with Paro! =) Anyways, we took neoprints twice! Hahaha. Will upload ze pixxies here some time... &lt;i&gt;Love ze divas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, bathed, and havent gotten up from my bed since. Hurhur. My left nostril is BLOCKED. And fever dun seem to reduce either ='( plus cramps...how am I gonna sleep tonight!! &lt;i&gt;hehehe that I will!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...  my brain is severely distorted right now (yeah, JUST now)... update next time yeah. Chao!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115556689164245732?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115556689164245732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115556689164245732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115556689164245732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115556689164245732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/daym-im-seriously-running-temperature.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115551968263538371</id><published>2006-08-14T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:41:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 21ST B'DAY HANIFF!!!&lt;/b&gt; [yeah that was yest but hey, i sms-ed you already! =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, didn't blog yesty cos head felt so hot and I was sneezing the whole day. Urgh. Sucks to fall sick the 2nd time in 2 weeks! Plus MEDISOC test coming up...cant afford to waste too much time slacking. Uhmm wot else... oh yeah, had to postpone my swimming to next week or so... &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was funnnnn tho! Went out with mummy, had Gelare's, went shopping, yadayada... saw Serena and her mum while I was taking the escalator down. Hehe. She looked so shocked! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm... I'm the first to arrive, again. Supposed to meet mates at 9am for project discussion. I knew they weren't gonna be on time, so I thought, I should wake up like half-hour later so I'll reach at like 9.30am or so. But guess what? Didn't happen! Reached at 9.10am instead. And it doesn't help that I had 6 hours of sleep, and still feel the drowsy effects of my medicine. Bleargh. &lt;i&gt;Please be on time next time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing anyone should know about me, it is that I HATE HATE HATE waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Kalis is here. And we havent spoke a word. Gonna get some sleep instead. I feel blardy drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shouldn't I just...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115551968263538371?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115551968263538371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115551968263538371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115551968263538371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115551968263538371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115539924365514706</id><published>2006-08-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:14:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh fever again...and sore throat. Urgh. The &lt;b&gt;exact&lt;/b&gt; same thing just before our Marketing presentation. Goodness. Sucks, dun it.. o'well~ Gonna go swimming tomorrow..yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, while in school, I was thinking, why is it that people do not take me seriously most of the time? I dunno if it's me or this &lt;i&gt;certain someone&lt;/i&gt;, lets name, Alpha. Alpha never takes me seriously, and when I say something, Alpha makes me feel stupid (oh,maybe I am?). I mean, im not hyper-sensitive, really. I don't mind jokes and all but there must be a line somewhere right? Somehow, I feel like Alpha and I can't get along like, really well. Should I tell Alpha, or just keep mum? Alpha seems to be nice to the rest though. Am I not worth being nice to? (no, im not fooling around here). 'Cos if so, then tell me. Don't make me feel like I'm dumb or summin, cos I do have feelings too. Yes, I mmay joke around most of the time, be ridiculous, do nothing but irritate and laugh, but deep inside is a perfectionist, a serious someone. Hope you respect the serious side... cos I don't think I deserve to be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I guess mum was right about &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;. Feels like I'm around yet not quite. Ahhhh whatever. The break should do us good. I need the break so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent gone to Jade for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's&lt;/i&gt; asking for it. Urghhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115539924365514706?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115539924365514706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115539924365514706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115539924365514706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115539924365514706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahhh-fever-again.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115521477504525954</id><published>2006-08-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:27:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been in a highly irritable mood since just now. Felt like I was wasting time waiting in school just now so I figured it'd do me good if I just left for home. And yeap, I was so much happier at home. Bumped into bro and his ex, Raudah (hot!!) @ Northpoint. I still think that they make a damn good couple. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Graph Comm presentation went well... kudos to E'Klips! Finally..no more late nights in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I find it highly amusing that it's never me. Anyone except me. Haha! Highly highly amusing. But no worries, I take it positively.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nonetheless, it's only someone whom I'm concerned about. Came back home, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; happened to be here too... kinda made my day =) but not long after that! "mummy's home!" (his). Cutesy~ And while I was the the midst of chatting with him, had a call... Guess what! It was from the constituency! See, in late Nov '04, I represented the constituency for a netball inter-constituency league. And guess what! They are having it again this year!! Yayness!!!!! During my hols summore!!! And my constituency rocks!! They gave us $50 each (even tho we lost all 3 matches!) and a NIKE t-shirt! I wonder what we're gettin this year. A pity coach has shifted to Woodlands =( Otherwise, we'd be playing in the same team! Nonetheless, I'm SO looking forward to it. Only prob is, it starts on the last day of my hockey camp, 10th Sept. So it's either I keep wishing that my match dun fall on that day, or cut my camp short to 2 days. Awwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss netball!!!! I'm so gonna have fun playing with those from different age groups!! And hopefully, see some AI Netball peepz there!!!!!!! =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! ON TOP OF THAT!!! Dad called to say,"Start scouting for the girl's bedroom set" Yay!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!!!!!!! I want my room to be done up by me!!! I wanna select my furnitures and everythingggggg!!  No more queen-sized bed please... I want my own, single! Just like the way I am =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bursting with excitement! Dad's like my Santa Claus!!! Heehee. Oh oh! Andddd my kitchen's all done and nice!!!! DAMN NICE LA!!!! Will post pictures of it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank God for my family... I love yall too much... =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work on Flash now.. and then Marketing marathon!! Yayness! Almost there!! &lt;i&gt;We can do it!! Having endured one whole sem of deadlines, sleepless nights, we are almost done!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115521477504525954?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115521477504525954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115521477504525954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115521477504525954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115521477504525954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-in-highly-irritable-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115513687067062293</id><published>2006-08-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:28:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mengapakah, bak tergantung tak bertali&lt;br /&gt;Ibarat jasad lemah denyutan nadi..&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa patah tak bertumbuh lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa hilang sebelum dicapaii&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa perasaan ini, hilang  seteguh berdiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww so emo~ See, bet yall dinno I could write such poetic malay haha (as if!). Anyways, just got back home from NDP '06!! The fireworks were splendid!! A pity NONE of us brought a cam..arghhh!! If only Nats informed me a lil earlier!! Nonetheless, we had fun, but still work was on my mind. Tomorrow's presentation, Flash due, Loc Vid due, Marketing exam. Gawd. Mebbe that's why I didnt quite enjoy it... felt guilty leaving my whole workload aside. But it was a good break =) and nice time catching up with fellow mates, Zahirah, Serena and Nats! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired. Got work some more. May not be sleeping today. Bleah. Chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love fireworks. *hint hint* Mr *ahem*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115513687067062293?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115513687067062293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115513687067062293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115513687067062293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115513687067062293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/mengapakah-bak-tergantung-tak-bertali.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115504623636548362</id><published>2006-08-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:10:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging. Don't ask why, I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole "clubbing scene" going on somewhere near my place (if yall know what I mean). I studied Marketing halfway but the noise got on my nerves, so I gave up. Anyways, had a pretty short day today. Yeah, reaching home at 6pm is considered early already these days. Mum and bro came back home shortly after (surprisingly). I fooled bro with the same trick again. Goodness. Whoever falls for the same trick over and over again! Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was telling mum that I feel like watching fireworks on Sat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Waste time lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But it's beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I think... you have someone on ur mind already (so random please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I dunno, just feel so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No lah where got. Me n guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Then why you can easily say no to the guys? Unless you already have someone in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (mutters) maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Sameer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mhm. he asked if I was interested too, but I said 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: WHAT!!?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: must be fair what. proud of me, arent ya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Obviously she was too stunned to say anything. 1st was Mr Doctor (I was clearly *oops! speak of him n he just signed in!* uninterested) because just before, Mr Engineer disappointed me. Now comes Mr Lawyer... whose bday is 1 day before mine (28th March), Paki too, needless to say, good looking. &lt;i&gt;Prove to me that you meant it when you talked about inner beauty cos I cant find anything more beautiful than that =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people talk about inner beauty is everything, ur looks is nuttin yadayada. Seriously, how many people are like that? And how many more are living in denial? Haha. Funny how life works sometimes. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it just now. What would I do without my dad, mum and bro? Where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, mum and I were talking about Mass Comm. Then, I started comparing, saying some mates have so much of support from their family that it makes me feel almost like my family doesn't support me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty,mum said,"No, it's because you can do it and we believe you can. You broke our family record with ur PSLE score (241 isn't high really) and so far, the only girl who qualified for JC.  You have done us proud all the time. You tend to expect too much from urself sometimes (true!) so half the time you end up being disappointed. But because you are our independent child, you find ways to improve on ur weak points and if you ask me, I'm lucky to have you as my daughter. At the end of the day, no matter how much time you spend with ur schoolmates, you are always ours and ur childhood darlings' dearest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Mum said something like that. I felt so touched. At that instant, I felt like I didnt need anything, just putting my mum's words into my heard (which I did!). Mass Comm isn't something I would have died for. Unlike some, I chose to get into this course because I heard it was hard to get into. I was expecting an interview etc etc..you know, the whole excitement. But before I knew it, I got into my 1st choice Mass Comm. Yeah, if you ask me, I lack that dying passion which most of my mates posess, but at least, I'm starting to learn more about Mass Comm and hopefully, by Year 2 Sem 2, I'll know what I wanna do =) I may wanna be a DJ, I may wanna be a journalist, I may wanna be a newscaster, I may wanna be a Marketing Executive (after dip, that is). I may wanna be anything that interests me. If, at the end of 3 years, almost nothing interests me, then I'm gonna do Psychology in Aussie. At the end of the day, I decided not to go JC cos of maths and science. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, do not underestimate me. I may take the fact that I'm in NP Mass Comm for granted, but you never know when I'll fall in love with the course, given that we have ze best lecturers n tutors! If I can make it through NP Mass Comm, it shows that I must have some ability, definitely something that will help me in my course. English has always been and will always be summin I love. In fact, if you ask me, I'm very much interested in the history of English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;i&gt;Imran the jerk&lt;/i&gt; told me that his cuzz, currently in NIE, had to study the history of english, I went,"WOW! So interesting!" He was like.."Err..okay~ I wasn't expecting that reaction" It was only later did he find out my dying passion for English. Ironically, I never liked reading storybooks. Then again, you cant judge a person by the number of books he/she reads right? To each his own beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my Paki family speaks darn good English, you'll feel dumb talking to them. No, I'm not being sacarstic here. My Uncle Sirfraz speaks English like a foreigner from the West! Very rich accent. Of course, everyone in my Paki family speaks English when communicating with one another. But not all did well in English. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to miss dad again...dad speaks fantastic English!! He used to do well in English too. Dad is superb! He can speak English (duh), Malay, Teochew, Hokkien, Punjabi, Urdu, Hindi, Inko...did I miss out any? Not sure. And I guide dad when it comes to Mandarin. His pronouncation's funny tho hehe. Let's see.. Sarah can speak English (duh), Malay, Mandarin, Hindi, Inko, Punjabi (a lil), Spanish, French (used to). I wanna focus on Spanish now. Cos Spanish is sexay! Gonna miss Miss Malvasi!! We'd laugh whenever Wei Keat said "te quiero" without knowing the proper meaning haha! Am I mean or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much said about language. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As yall can see, most of the time I blog about my cutesy lil family. Hehe. I love mum dad and bro beyond words. Mebbe it's cos of the fact that we're a close-knitted family that I dun see the need of having extra love from a bf or summin. Dun worry, Sarah still wants a bf at some point of time in her life. Just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad may not be in Singapore for Eid... what the hell... I'm so gonna cry if he isn't back by then still ok!! It'll be so...different... ='( &lt;i&gt;your baby misses you dad!!!&lt;/i&gt; (hehe yeah thats what dad calls me =P as a kid, he'd call me his lil princess. and then he changed to baby. but NEVER my name. whew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mummyyyyy!!! My BEST friend, favourite shopping kaki, yadayada... me love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the apple of dad's eye, mummy's lil girl, bro's annoying sis. Hehe. I LOVE MY FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst! we're planning to have a makeover pic taken! how cool is that!!* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115504623636548362?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115504623636548362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115504623636548362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115504623636548362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115504623636548362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115500689194028274</id><published>2006-08-08T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:14:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; disappointed me a lil yesterday, but it's okay, made up with a movie date! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...my mind's almost a blank now. I seriously need sleep. Slept at 2am this morning, right after doing film editing (yes Ivan, I spent the night watching YOU! haha!). Anyways, deadline for the film got screwed yesterday and we were in confusion for the whole day. Bleargh! As if the whole week isn't packed enough, they had to throw confusion in our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to tell &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; about my insecurities, you know, having gone through one major heartbeak, and then here comes another dude who reminds me so much of him. Brains + looks = hard to trust. And, haven't I said 3 years? =/ Must be fair to all what... and I've made a pact, not to get attached til poly ends! (okay, mebbe final year or summin) I must prove Pebs n Kat wrong! Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, my brain batt running low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115500689194028274?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115500689194028274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115500689194028274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115500689194028274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115500689194028274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-he-disappointed-me-lil-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115488042313034671</id><published>2006-08-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:07:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give me a reason to love&lt;br /&gt;A heart to share&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime to care...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how your day went&lt;br /&gt;And if you need, my time I'll lend&lt;br /&gt;Guide me thru' as I tread this path&lt;br /&gt;Of lies and deceit, we shall half&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling what I've never felt before&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the ocean, away from shore&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your hugs every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the envy of all those men!&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand as we walk along the coast&lt;br /&gt;And whisper sweetnothings, that we love most&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, am I feeling it again?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just, yet another pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden mood for poetry eh? Not too good,but yeah. And please, not referring to anyone here. Just random thoughts. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115488042313034671?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115488042313034671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115488042313034671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115488042313034671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115488042313034671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/give-me-reason-to-love-heart-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115476392203336381</id><published>2006-08-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:45:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so pissed off last night. Lemme tell yall why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, when Mr Stalker chatted wimme while he was 2 tables behind us, I hardly replied him, but ended up talking Parvin more. Apparently, he asked Parvin,"why she reply you so fast bt not me?" and Parvin said mebbe I was busy. And yall know wat!? He said,"Lool at her now. Does she look bz?" Parvin had nuttin to say. I think I was goofing around when that happened. Seriously, WTF. If I'm free means I must chat with him la!? Got no life is it!? I LOVE MY  FRIENDS AND IT'S THEM WHO I WANNA SPEND MY TIME WITH AND NOT YOU!!!!!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL U THAT I'M NOT INTERESTED BEFORE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn angry. Yes, you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Thank God for people like &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;..who make me realise that the world isn't that bad afterall, and who realises that I've got feelings too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my day ended off pretty well last night. &lt;i&gt;I still cant believe what you told me...so surreal~ nonetheless, I'm a happy girl ever since you told me... =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk too much info. Haha. I still gotta &lt;s&gt;learn&lt;/s&gt; know how to cook after tis 3 years!! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm.. gonna work on Flash now! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115476392203336381?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115476392203336381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115476392203336381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115476392203336381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115476392203336381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-so-pissed-off-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115468547665757968</id><published>2006-08-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:57:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!! Finally over and done with Graph Comm!! *whewwwwwwwwww!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more late nights in school...awwwwwww!!! (at least for now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd... Glad glad... and damn, I just remembered I gotta digitise!!!!! Urghhhhh!!! It's ok, there's time for everything. Hurhur. Self-consolation, yes yes. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Limwwei to moi bloggy!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe 'speaking' of which, no more sports and wellnes = no more netball = no more bettina, limwwei, WELLA, royston!!!! HURHURHUR!!!!!! I looooooooove sports n wellness, seriously. Okay, apart from the fact that I was once a netballer, I really enjoyed playing the sport with mates from various courses/classes (MCM)!!!! No doubt the majority are newbies, I think they improved pretty much throughout the 14 weeks of netball-ing!! =) I had &lt;b&gt;total&lt;/b&gt; fun! And it's also prolly the only module that dun require us to sit in class. It was a total pleasurrrre knowing all ze lovelies!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but i so DO NOT miss CATS! Hehehe. Okay well, CATS didn't start off well for my groupie and me. Outta us 4, only 2 were working on the project (yes, me included!!). I haaaaated the module...to the max!!!! BUT ever since Term 2, when MIss Malvasi took over and Wei Keat took a (sudden) liking to the module, our group became so lively n cooperative!!! Gonna miss my "CATS bf"!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO gonna miss Marketing!!! My Marketing tutor rocks!!! LOVE his sense of humour!! I always thought of Marketing as a boring, dry module but guess what!! I was so wrong!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank GOD Graph Comm is history (for year 1)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woooooohoooooooooooooooo!!! Pray hard that I pass this module!!! And Loc Vid too.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been able to spend enough time with my family cos of schoolwork... Arghh *2 weeks,Sarah just 2 more weeks!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy hockey camp from 8th Sept-10th Sept! Lookin' forward to it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...I seriously lack sleep... I'm lacking of serious sleep...ey? Haha. Yeah you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm online chatting with Parvin when he's just 2 tables behind ours. Hahahahaha. Funny fella~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm typing random stuff cos I feel like blogging but so much has happened, it's either I dun have time to look into those nitty-gritty matters, or just cant be bothered. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 17TH B'DAY HO LIYAN aka HO ORG aka AH HOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; The baby of ze divas is turning 17 tomorrow!!!! *yippee!!* Love you loadsssss babe! And hope you enjoyed viewing our dedications! *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 17th bday was ... Let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyways, my kitchen cabinets, sink etc have been taken out already... The sink is halfway done so far... Really, life without a sink in the kitchen is..painful and pathetic!! My whole house is in a mess!!! Urghh. And my gramma dun cook nicely anymore =( hurhur. I want my mummy's cooking only!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay enough enough. Pic frenzy now. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115468547665757968?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115468547665757968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115468547665757968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115468547665757968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115468547665757968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-finally-over-and-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115418150992900389</id><published>2006-07-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:58:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I'm very tired...of quarrelling with the most senseless of all beings. My own people are up against me (im not mentioning who), Yes, I've got the best people in life ie my girlfriends, and maybe...my family... the ones whom I've distanced myself from so far now 'cos of the neverending workload. Where's the time to interact with them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 17 years of my life, I've learned nothing but deceit in relationships (im not talking BGR here). One can't blame me for not trusting anyone, be it close or far to me, cos I've learned not to trust anyone but myself. I'm a bad judge of character, I guess. So easily fooled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the best things in life are often momentary? Why is it that life never saves its best for me? Why is it that I'm always hanging in the middle of somewhere, yet almost nowhere? Why is it that I've got more painful smiles than joyful tears? Why is it that the people I dun wanna have in my life keep coming back, and the ones whom I love seem so distant...why don't they care...why don't they..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to question? Why do I doubt? Why am I sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm human. I have a heart that feels and a mind that thinks. Half the time people assume I don't think, the other half the time they forget I've got feelings too. Hey, it's not just about my people around me. My life is very much about myself more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a life to lead, my way, yet they are people right behind me, waiting for me to fall, to mock at me and then tell me that I deserved it. Sue me for my ego, but I'll never let that happen. I won't let these people watch me falter, cos they don't run my life. If there's anyone who has the right over my life then it's me, myself and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get a life of ur own, and leave me to lead mine. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from my friendster blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,mum complained that I'm with my friends too often these days. That I spend 3/4 of my day with her, and the remaining 1/4 when im home, I'm online, still chatting with friends. Yes, that's true. But so wat?? So I should skip school to look at mum 24/7? Please. It's not like that at all. And will never be. 'cos if im not schooling, then im working. I dun wanna stay at home and rot my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt I was just so upset when mum spoke up for bro's gf. I still think I was in the right, and I'm not remorseful. Yes mum, you were right when you said,"Even after saying so much I know it's useless cos u'll never listen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why bother telling me things I dun wanna hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go town, and look what happened. Ur dearest daughter-in-law, being the b*tch that she is, caused trouble and there u go~ You have bro in his room, me in mine, and you watching tv alone outside. If only you didn't speak up for &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;. You know how much I HATE her and yet..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, you want me home yet you sleep, hog on the fone or watch tv and ignore me while I talk to you about my day in school. What's the point then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off. Yes, you can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115418150992900389?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115418150992900389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115418150992900389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115418150992900389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115418150992900389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115384658162135308</id><published>2006-07-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:56:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Everybody in the party do the cha cha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESS!!! I got my&lt;i&gt;muchacha&lt;/i&gt; song alreadyyy!! Credits to moi please! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very very addicted to this song, from the movie &lt;i&gt;Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna&lt;/i&gt;- Where's The Party. Niceeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, &lt;i&gt;muchacha&lt;/i&gt; is ze spanish word for girl. See, told ya Spanish's sexay! Hence my infatuation with ze lang and socceroos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, feelin' high now!! 1stly, I've got a job! Yeah, promoter job for LG's handphones, islandwide.. weeeee!! I'm guessing it's gonna be roadshows and stuff.. Also, got a place in the school hockey team!! Yay!! *uhm...we've never seen the coach before, have we? and pitch trainings? hahahaha* Nonetheless, looking forward to add to my collection of jerseys!! From netball to hockey..woohoooo!! Luvlehhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Loc vid filming&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Loc vid camera handling test&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loc vid theory test&lt;br /&gt;-Loc vid digitising editing for final shortfilm&lt;br /&gt;-Marketing presentation (next tues)&lt;br /&gt;-Marketing theory test&lt;br /&gt;-Web D Flash assignment&lt;br /&gt;-Graph Comm presentation&lt;br /&gt;-Medisoc theory test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from over!! Arghhhhhh!!! Never mind *chants* 21st Aug 21st Aug 21st Aug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I loved today's Medisoc tutorial...haha!! Spoof ads! And uhmm... okay fine, shan't mention here, but I think it's friggin hilarious. But may touch on some peepiez sensitive side. So *zip!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!! I'm so excited!! Fasting month is comingggggg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Wuzzy's still NOT done with the upload. &lt;i&gt;Hurry, bugger!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk i cant take it already. Chao-ing now! *muahhhhhhhh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115384658162135308?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115384658162135308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115384658162135308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115384658162135308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115384658162135308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/everybody-in-party-do-cha-cha-yess-i.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115372290301974113</id><published>2006-07-24T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:35:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a &lt;b&gt;highly&lt;/b&gt; irritable mood today. &lt;i&gt;Can you please understand that I'm a friggin human and have friggin feelings too? Mind your manners please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, dun feel like blogging that much now/today. Feeling very..blah! No, there's nothing wrong with my life or anything. Just feeling moody, highly irritable, not-gonna-eat kinda mood. Sickening, I tell you. It's so irritating that I feel like... ahhhh watever lah!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anger still not quite released. &lt;i&gt;Relax Sarah, relax.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm annoyed. Very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of which, I've got ze media update to complete. &lt;s&gt;And when I'm engrossed in my work,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathes in, breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. Seriously. A serious break. 21st Aug, 4pm, come fast please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mum called to inform that dad wants to change the (kitchen) cabinet!!! Yay!! Finallehhhh!!! So that'll mean, 3 weeks of dust, noise, no-mummy-cooking. &lt;i&gt;Can we dine at Shahi Maharani,pretty pleaaasssse?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess studying at home would be &lt;b&gt;highly&lt;/b&gt; impossible. Bleargh! Well well, I've got &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; who's willing to spend time teaching me anything I'm not sure of. *wink wink* Not telling who just yet =P (WARNING: QUIT GUESSING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also said he's gonna renovate moi room at the end of this year. Yippeeeeee!!! *gets hyper* I dun want a queen-sized bed! I want my room to be just how I want it to be... you know, fantasy-like... or something very simple. Depends. I'm so excited, I cant wait!! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the vacations!!! KL and Bangkok!!! I hope we go to both places. Bangkok is a &lt;b&gt;MUST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight gotta go for now. Chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115372290301974113?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115372290301974113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115372290301974113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115372290301974113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115372290301974113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-in-highly-irritable-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115363694376222755</id><published>2006-07-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:42:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days have been ultimately tiring for me (and my fellow mates too, im pretty sure). Well, dad called just a few days ago. As usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Are the kids ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yeah they are. &lt;i&gt;The girl&lt;/i&gt; is in school, &lt;i&gt;the boy is at home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is &lt;i&gt;the boy&lt;/i&gt; ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yeah he's ok..why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh, I had a bad dream about him just the other time.. that's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha. I'm so gonna tell dad what happened to my bro!!! And he's gonna get it from him!! =P Nanny nanny poo poo!!! Wow, the power of ze parents' minds. Shows how much dad misses us...and loves us...awwwwww!!! About 1 month plus left! Yay!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro has a friend who works in Mango store and is hiring but he simply REFUSES to let her know that I'm interested!!!!!!! MEAN LA!!!!! I wanna work dammit!!! $7.50 per hour!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what else. Went to ECP yesterday for shooting. Ahh kinda miss the place.. You know, at one point of time I felt so overwhelmed by the ultimately cooling breeze.. makes you feel all calm and peaceful again.. makes you forget that you quarrelled with ur mum just the day before.. makes you feel like gettin a big hug from your dearest as you sit there, watching the waves crash to shore... Thanks to Saad, I decided to take a photo (no, not of myself) but of the waves.. and here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1011139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1011139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa!!! Click on it for the bigger image... looks more magnificient! Impressive for an amateur eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'll reduce taking pixxies of moi,  and start taking pixxies of ze landscape! =) Yeah I hear cheers all over =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, last day of shooting today! Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115363694376222755?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115363694376222755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115363694376222755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115363694376222755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115363694376222755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/past-few-days-have-been-ultimately.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115341351130004820</id><published>2006-07-21T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:38:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Baby shoot me please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, mum went Tanjung Pinang with Mummy Azah, Sanah (miss u,lady!) and some other aunties (including Zahirah's mum). Apparently, on its way back to Singapore, the ship stopped...for full 45 minutes..Mum called me and sounded super worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: I bought you stuff from here...now the ship never move... (sounded super scared)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (tryna act calm) uhm...no announcements or anything?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: No..&lt;br /&gt;Me n bro: That's why!! warned you already but never listen! already said got tsunami there!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: ....ok lah ok lah! im using auto-roaming now. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started panicking at this point of time. Told Saad and he asked me to call the Maritime/Singapore Seaport... I was about to, when I called mum again, and she said,"eh ok lah, im at the immigration already!" Grrrrrrr!!!! I bet she was somewhere in the straits of malacca dammit.arghh! panicked for nothing! As if worrying for my dad aint enough =( Just 2 months more before dad's back!! Yay!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I aint no kinky bhootni, Saad!! =( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loc Vid test, followed by shooting tomorrow.. &lt;i&gt;God bless moi pleasssse!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah imagine having PMS and having to face that &lt;b&gt;Loc Vid&lt;/b&gt; guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we're in the same group for the camera handling test too. I'm afraid he's the one I'm gonna do the test with. &lt;b&gt;Wow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to blog about actually... but my eyes are getting blurry... mind going blank... like a friggin maze up in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be completed by Week 16 (or earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loc Vid rough cut, final product, editing test, theory test&lt;br /&gt;- Web D Flash Assignment&lt;br /&gt;- Graph Comm (Green Tea)&lt;br /&gt;- Marketing (Green Tea)&lt;br /&gt;- Marketing Final Exam&lt;br /&gt;- Medisoc Final exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be it. Looks lil eh? But it's a whole friggin bulk of work!!!!!! Bloody hell! &lt;i&gt;Chill Sarah~ Think KL and Bangkok after all these!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, now I can really call the coming hols my &lt;b&gt;well-deserved break.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr Doc's bday is coming..hmmm... he wished me (which was pretty memorable during my effedup bday tis year)... I doubt he's in Singapore right now anyways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, high-time I drop the bomb and blast someone. The effer won't friggin understand the hints I've been dropping him! Why does he keep thinking that he stands a friggin chance!? When I say I wanna stay single for 3 years now, he STILL won't give up. And stop tryna know more about me/my family. That's what I call personal life. So kindly eff off. I'm not effing interested in getting attached, u hear me? Of course you dont. Blah! Gooooooooo awayyyyyyyyy laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still, shoot me in my head please!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115341351130004820?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115341351130004820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115341351130004820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115341351130004820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115341351130004820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/baby-shoot-me-please-see-mum-went.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115327936854867728</id><published>2006-07-19T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:22:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious me! Finally, it's over!!! What's over?? CATS!!!!!!!!!! WE'RE SO DONE WITH PRESENTATION AND PORTFOLIO!!!! 3 cheers for Creano! We worked together only at the final part but hey, good effort guys!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I haven't been updating 'cos been busy with life... Sarah and Mummy Azah came over yesty... surprised me bigtime!! Ahhhh!! Lovely!! It's been about 2 months since I last saw Sarah!! My favvvvvourite childhood mate!!!! =) =) =) They were there to visit bro, apparently *ahem, bro..!* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, WE have started a combined blog called the tales of the demented divas! Hahaha. Some bitchings and Katty (oops, i  meant, catty!) stuff will be up. Just gotta find a teeny weeny bit of time.. maybe once I'm done with CATS...when I got like 6 hours of nothingness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprained the 2nd toe of my right foot while I was playing netball earlier on. Felt  the pain since last wed, after hockey training but I chose to ignore it, went on with netball and my toe is swollen la!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*okay i'm starting to feel sleepy cos this group's presentation is kinda boring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and baddd badddd news!!! My besty of all besties, Saad!!! he broke up with his gf =( He was more than crazy iver her despite them being together for 2 years...sigh... &lt;i&gt;lil one scheer up dude! u deserve someone betta! *cliche hehe*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nats!!! I'm too lazy to write you a testi! Hehehe. Well, ur theory about Pakis may be true~ Haha. Uhm, miss you too!!! Movie some time!! Once I get freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee from my projects n tests!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bumped into Raj on Monday, and yesty, saw Saras and Gauwri. &lt;i&gt;Yishun feels like Lil India all over again.&lt;/i&gt; Haha! Nonetheless, it was a pleasurrrrrre seeing them again! Saras said she almost couldnt recognise me, Raj is so..&lt;i&gt;coffee-coloured..like espresso&lt;/i&gt; now, Gauwri was busy interviewing me on my relationship status.."Single, attached?" Haha. And she never fails to ask about my 1st ex, Haniff, I dunno why~ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawwwwd! This CATS classmate of mine keeps a moustache and a friggin goatee!! I mean, SOME guys look hot with goatee (not too long please!). Looks utterly disgusting on him!! Haha okay this presentation is pretty entertaining! Some rocking bed stuff!! Haha okay, it's over now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DD, here I come!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115327936854867728?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115327936854867728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115327936854867728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115327936854867728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115327936854867728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodness-gracious-me-finally-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115296541368000703</id><published>2006-07-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:20:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Agar baat nahin karna hain to mat karo.. I'll still survive.. go away. far away. leave me alone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,whatever. So, I woke up this morning and guess what? I was greeted by a terrible terrible news. Bro got whacked by 21 duffos @ last night's Bhangra Nite.. Shall not go into that. He's in deep pain... very deep pain... We are very looks-conscious people... You can break our bones, but never touch my face. And oh, talk about friendship, guess which gang whacked my bro? HIs best friend, Rocky's gang. Amazing isn't it? Friends yeah. In fact, they were as close as brothers. It's appalling. Utterly disgusting. 21 people attacked my bro...by his best friend. He havent clubbed for 2 months and when he did, look what the bastard did. This is one helluva sensitive issue to me, so I'd rather you guys not talk to me about it. It's my bro, the man I love as much as I love my dad. The bro who is partly responsible for me. &lt;i&gt;I love you too much...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? My sorrows always come crashing in at a go. Don't I just love my life? Don't blame me for things which are beyond my control.. And I don't need sympathy either. So if ur gonna tell me that he'll be fine, it's his fault, yadayada, go away. I dun wanna hear what I already know. So kindlly shut the fuck up. I dun wanna be insolent, but understand where I'm coming from ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nats, yes darling, you were there...Isn't worth it at all eh? Lav, thanks... I appreciate the fact that you were there for me yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, despite everything, mum and I went to Grand Hyatt (she noticed how on and off I had been for some time now). And yes, deep down, we were both worried about my battered bro who was sleeping at home then. Had our usual lunch buffet there.. strangely enough, the food didn't taste good today... maybe it's cos of all that happened, kinda just dampens ur mood for everything. Then headed to CK Tang...bought a dress there... Kinda glad with it... Mum thought of gettin me the Topshop one if we couldn't find something nice @ Tangs, but we did.. $69... &lt;i&gt;love you, mummy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get another dress soon... once I claim the Rewards...yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, chao for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115296541368000703?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115296541368000703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115296541368000703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115296541368000703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115296541368000703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/agar-baat-nahin-karna-hain-to-mat-karo.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115288125523218135</id><published>2006-07-14T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:51:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st and foremost, my apologies to &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; for the sudden change of my attitude. Well, why why and why? Why the sudden fucked up attitude, fucken silence? Allow me to explain, as much as I dun wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this dude I was tryna forget for the past 8 and a half months who goes by the name of &lt;i&gt;Imran&lt;/i&gt;?? If you dun, look thru my June entry. And if you did  remember, then you'd also remember the bitch who caused the rift between us who goes by the name of Preety? (even my ass looks Preetier, you bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, guess what I found out yesterday? The dude whom I wasted 8.5 mths of my life for, actually got attached to THAT bitch! I mean, I dun give 2 fucks if he got attached to my Aunty even, but her?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds normal? Not if yall know what I went thru...and those who did, sympathised with me. and I? I felt so angry at myself (im not sure if anyone around me actually noticed I teared a lil). Like I said, I cry only when I'm damn angry. I swear to God, should I see him around, I'd give him one tight slap across his fucking face!!!! I'M FUCKING PISSED OFF COS I WAS SO STUPID TO HAVE THOUGHT OF IT AS LOVE?! FUCK LOVE!!!!! Love don't fucking exist! The nerve of that jerk to change his gfs like ever-so-frequently! Fuck off dude! You guys wanna see his fucking face? Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/31035727035726l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/31035727035726l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like some taiwanese pop star? Dun be smitten by his looks, he's a bastard inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saad, meri yaar, tumhari bina mein kya karoongi? My friend. You've done a great deal in helping me thru this. You have convinced me that I was fucken stupid, I was an idiot to have wasted my life, looking out for him whenever I was outside, to have him on my mind 24/7, to drive away every single guy who tried to be more than just friends, just because I compared them to him all the time..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God, for making me realise that there are beasts amongst us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE SAD POEMS I WROTE ABOUT MISSING YOU! FUCK THE SAD ENTRIES!! FUCK THE WHOLE MEMORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115288125523218135?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115288125523218135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115288125523218135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115288125523218135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115288125523218135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-and-foremost-my-apologies-to.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115286045523554051</id><published>2006-07-14T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:00:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am fucking FUCKING pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the profanities. I cant blame everything on PMS... I swear it has nothing to do with that. I feel invincible. and guess what I found out last night? I FEEL FUCKING STUPID LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break down... &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115286045523554051?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115286045523554051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115286045523554051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115286045523554051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115286045523554051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-fucking-fucking-pissed-pardon.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115268878206737072</id><published>2006-07-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:36:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gross. Sick. Shameful. Heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I used above to describe the Mumbai bombers are mere understatements. For those of my dear blogreaders who havent heard of this news (which is unlikely), well, seven bombs went off, 6 in/around Mumbai, 1 more hit a subway. What is the world coming to? Endless bombings, lives lost, agony widespread... has terrorism become a bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Karmen messaged me about this news, I thought,"ah, just another bomb blast..." (well, Iraq is bombed like almost daily) Then I read again.. &lt;b&gt;Mumbai.&lt;/b&gt; Where my mum grew up. Where one of my 5 aunts is at. Where I wanted to go for my 2007 vacation. Millions of Indians travel by the very trains these selfish people bombed. The trains are usually packed like sardines. To the villagers in India, Mumbai is the LA of India. Some go all the way out to the city to work and realise their ambitions, others just wanna return home, to their families, after a long day at work.. sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half-hindustani by blood, therefore I get all emo at the thought of some worthless creatures bombing the city. What joy do these terrorists get, seriously? To get back at the head governments, the people become their pawns. Sickening. Totally disgraceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God rest their souls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nats!! Hope ur reading this haha. The French have everything, the Italians in Germany are like what we consider the Banglas in our country. =) So they deserved that cup! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Va l'Italia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115268878206737072?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115268878206737072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115268878206737072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115268878206737072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115268878206737072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/gross.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115254375382885515</id><published>2006-07-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:02:34.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna get over and done with these 3 years, head for Melbourne, and then come back and settle down here... damn, 4.5years is all I have left? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles said I look like a 2-timer...ey? Naw I aint like my bro... yeah flirting is another thing, but timing is summin else... See, why do yall think I wanna be single? Cos I know that if I get attached now and happent to meet someone better, I'd go,"DAMN! if only I waited a while more!" Hence! Hahaha. But it's so scary cos each time I say I'm so proud of being single, I get attached!! =/ &lt;i&gt;God, please don't let it happen again tis time!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's a mundane monday. Nothing much at all. In fact, I was bored outta my wits... Urgh. Wuzzy came online but I replied too slowly he thought I was busy... hurhur... he went off.. &lt;i&gt;Salaa!! Next time just wait lah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my temper has been swinging, but I'm trying my very best to control... These days I look forward to going home all the time, cos I'm so happy at home...not that I aint happy in school, but certain things I just wanna avoid...the best place to be at is in the comfort of my home...my room...where I can pen my thoughts down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Saad about what happened between Imran and me and the "aftermath" of the ordeal, he was stunned beyond words! "U went thru so much at that age??" Yeah. Weird. Very very weird... Saad is still crazy after his gf even tho they have lasted for 2 years now... isn't that so sweet? I mean, hardly any guy would go ga-ga over their gfs once they have them! And how he beamed at the mention of his girl, and his very thoughts of her... you know, that &lt;i&gt;oh-so-sweet&lt;/i&gt; feeling... Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off..chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115254375382885515?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115254375382885515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115254375382885515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115254375382885515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115254375382885515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wanna-get-over-and-done-with-these-3.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115246759130001437</id><published>2006-07-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:53:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh goodness. What's wrong with everyone!! Suddenly everyone around me seems to be attached!! Saad talked to me about him being depressed after not hearing from his gf for a while since she left for a wedding in Pak (he's so crazy over her, i wish my guy-to-be is as sweet as he is!) then Wee Siong said he got attached too! Oh goodness me!!! My best friend got attached?!?!?! Arghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get attached!! I'll feel like Miss Lonely then!! Hurhurhur!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saad and Punnu said they're planning to study in Melbourne...woohoooooooooo~!!!!!!!!!!!! Me also!!! God, I really wanna get to Monash University!!!! Otherwise, University of Melbourne, here i commmmme!!!! =) *cheers to the desis in Melbourne!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm... so I went shopping today... with mummy!! We're planning to go shop again next week...andddd dinner/lunch @ Grand Hyatt again!! Yay!!!!! =) =) =) So, looking forward to mummy-daughter outing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall know, what Saad said really opened my eyes... "If he can forget his 4.5 years of gf and move on to you, and then dumped you for his current, what makes you think he cant dump his current that easily as well?" Gosh...he's so right... &lt;i&gt;Thanks yaar... you said things I never thought before... =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1011093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1011093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm planning to work @ Guess or Topshop during the 2-month long break... hopefully I get through... otherwise I'll go back to Hush Puppies... tho I really really wanna go for Guess/Levis/Topshop... let's see how things go... yeah, dun wanna do relief teaching cos there's a week-long break in September...everyday is money! Besides, with exams coming, hardly any teacher would take the day off... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off now...chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115246759130001437?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115246759130001437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115246759130001437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115246759130001437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115246759130001437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115238209953220762</id><published>2006-07-09T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:08:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently the one who was supposed to turn up was held up and the one who i wasn't expecting to be there, was there! With his whole group of friends!! Thank goodness Gavin was there... Pretended not to see them tho they were obviously staring at moi. Arghhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was a long day...was in sch from 8am-8.30pm... and as you may have guessed, I slept for 13 hours after that!! Woohooooooo~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, bro and I were gossiping about my Paki relatives, and the whole quarrel between my Aunt and I...I felt like crying again.. hurhur...cos I feel so peeved each time I think about it... oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching Singapore Idol when SUDDENLY, I saw my name!!! The message went "Shariffa Parvez u rock! I love you! muax" Yeah I hope it's a prank. Duffo. &lt;b&gt;FULL&lt;/b&gt; name summore la!! How embarrassing!! &lt;i&gt;God, please bring some joy to the lives of these bored souls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro wanted to send a message "Sarah dont be stupid"... And mum said she's gonna post a message with her lovely kids names next week... =/ &lt;i&gt;God bless my family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the Portugal-Germany match!!! Prolly the last time I'll see Klose...til 4 years time... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115238209953220762?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115238209953220762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115238209953220762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115238209953220762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115238209953220762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/apparently-one-who-was-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115224456779783265</id><published>2006-07-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:25:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rito im in school now.. waiting for 2pm... urgh! Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..feel...like...sleeping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe well I have no stories to tell today aight.. Oh wait, took Mr Nice Eyes so long to start talking again, but you know what? I said,"OMG! u were so shy la!!" Hehe. I &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; have pretended nothing happened but nooooo =P I'm supposed to meet &lt;i&gt;a certain someone&lt;/i&gt; in the lib like..now!? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I didn't know that Zidane converted to Islam recently!!! Surprise surprise~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so random. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects...projects...projects...I'm missing Jade already =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard summin not-so-pleasant about moi yesty... really, dun judge me if you dunno me yeah? What I did/do is none of your business. What I'm gonna do is definitely ur concern at all, so please, buzz off. You dun wanna offend me dude *wInKz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Tats alllllll. *yAwNz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115224456779783265?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115224456779783265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115224456779783265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115224456779783265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115224456779783265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/rito-im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115201867224297404</id><published>2006-07-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:11:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought today was a good day. I did pretty well for Marketing (tho I can do betta)..I was high and all, pretty much like a normal day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home only to find mum off for work.. hence, that leaves bro and I at home. We quarrelled (over something stupid as usual), I thre my temper and he shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO WONDER YOU ARE A FAILURE NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I cried when I heard that... knowing he was right. You may think I've got it all, everything I need/want.. but really, I've got nothing. And maybe, I'm the saddest person when it comes to hols cos apart from spending my time with mum, bro or my childhood friends, no one else makes time to meet up with me. My Sec 4 clique? Oh, forget that. I've got people around me, yet I feel non-existent sometimes. My love life? Prolly one of my biggest failures. It's not that I dun wanna date (okay, maybe) but I'm too afraid... last year's major failure was enough... And my dream to unite all my Paki relatives shattered the very day my Aunt &lt;i&gt;spilled everything out&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a failure. I know you guys gonna go,"Girl, ur only 17, got ur whole life ahead of you...yadayada" I know I know. Oh well... &lt;b&gt;cheer up,Sarah!&lt;/b&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115201867224297404?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115201867224297404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115201867224297404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115201867224297404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115201867224297404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-thought-today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115194494929561876</id><published>2006-07-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:43:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the highlight for today is pretty obvious I guess? For those who are unaware of what this very highlight is, allow me to enlighten yall =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, Mr Nice Eyes and I decided to go to school together (I mean, it was just a matter of time). So I boarded the train, and so did he. But he was so &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; shy, I have simply no words to describe! Well, obviously I got irritated (mebbe cos I'm so used to Imran's non-stop chatter heh). Anyways, we exchanged a few words and the remaining time was spent look at our surroundings and once in a while, glancing at each other (please refrain from going "awwww"!). I've never felt more awkward in my entire life! It was good seeing him again tho... =) Still as good looking, nicey eyes, brainy..but he lacked that X-factor... arghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, surprisingly, when I told my mates about it, they went,"hey, shy guys are cute!" Yes he is, but..uhm.. I dunno. I still prefer loud and jovial and ever-so-nonsensical (he claimed he is) guys... oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my day went normal, nuttin special... got a lil high towards the end of the day... wahahaha! And then Saad HAD to remind me.."until 24 hrs ago it seemed like the bestest idea! wat happened!!" Hurhurhur. &lt;b&gt;Kill me &lt;s&gt;please&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Oh! And we made a new friend today! His name is Moksen (haha! as how Kat would say it!)...fun fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this... Mr Shy Guy, Mr watnots... I realised, singlehood is the way to go~!!! Seriously. I dun see anything more fun than staying single right now. Just about a month ago (thanks to the movie "Fanaa" hehe) it felt like "Oh, love is in the air!". Bullsh*t. I've got so much work to complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to life baby! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115194494929561876?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115194494929561876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115194494929561876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115194494929561876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115194494929561876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-highlight-for-today-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115182456399634540</id><published>2006-07-02T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:16:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I can't live with you. You and fate will not permit me to. I can't live without you. My soul is tormented by the distance between us. All I can go by with, are the pictures of you that I have.In the pictures, your eyes look into mine. In the pictures, your lips smile at me. In the pictures, you talk to me. In the pictures, you're not walking away. In the pictures, there is no distance, between you and I. In the pictures, it is all you. In the pictures, I am not there. I, who has lost all. In the pictures, there is no loss, hurt or sorrow. All I see is your smile and happiness. That is enough for my each breath to not hurt as I inhale or exhale.&lt;br /&gt;In the pictures, you are immortal and with me forever. In the pictures, you'll be mine forever. The pictures, all that I have of you. All that I'll ever have. You may burn to ashes that which is material. How will you take, that which is within my soul? This body will turn to ashes. The soul, is immortal, immutable. Your pictures captured through these eyes, will remain within me for eternity. You and I shall come and go from this earth again and again, in many different lives and forms. Yet whether you accept it or deny it, you'll be mine and only mine always, your pictures within me always. The pictures, will lead me to you wherever your are, however you are, in any life and time. The pictures of you that I have are mine and mine only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;i&gt;special someone&lt;/i&gt; e-mailed me this some time in September last year. Oh well... I wish I ignored it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Portugal won England n France won Brazil, that's double victory! hehe. thats all for now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115182456399634540?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115182456399634540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115182456399634540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115182456399634540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115182456399634540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-live-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115176972571356172</id><published>2006-07-01T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:02:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so sleepy right now but I shall and I mean I &lt;b&gt;shall&lt;/b&gt; make an effort to update my lil blog here! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mr Nice Eyes and I are progressing... yeah =) weeeeee~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bumped into so many people in Yishun tis week alone! Let's see.. last Tuesday, I saw my juniors Yi Shi and Li Qi... they thought I look prettier now =) and are thinking of nominating me for Miss Singapore (wat an insult!) so that they can win 1K. Hurhur. Fancy using me for their "investment"! Haha. Nonetheless, it was a pleasure seeing them after so long! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I bumped into Suba!! Gawd, she saw me but looked away until I went,"ey!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suba: You look so different!! You look so nice!!! I was thinking,"will she remember me? will she remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. of course i would! We've been in the same schools for 10 years! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then!!! Yesterday!!! Finally saw my Gujju bro, Karmen!!!! Missed him so much la!! Just the night before I was chatting with my Hindi bro, Punnu, asking how was Gujju and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Karmen didn't recognise me either!!! I kept staring at him as I walked towards him but he looked away. He finally realised it was me when I stood in front of him and called his name out. He was so shocked!!! Hehehe compliments from him too...awwwwwwww~! Not just that, when I got home, he sms-ed me asking if that was really me! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Makes me feel like as if I was so plain-looking before la! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro got Giovanni shades. Urghhh! So cool la!!! He was approached to do modelling &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt; la! Thought he went out for photoshoot today, turns out it's tomorrow...urghhh! I so wanna see his pix!! It's so unfair that mum allows him to do modelling while I had to turn down Catwalk's modelling offer and 2 Mediacorp acting offers!!! The point is, I wanna go into the media young, get to know the peepz there, then finding a job in the industry wouldn't be much of  a problem! Even Aunty Hamidah agrees with me! So, it's just a matter of time before mum gives in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... did the interview with Wayne today... it was fun~ Haha. It's always good to have an interviewee who can talk n talk n talk! =) weeeeeeeeee~! Then, Kat and I went cranky with &lt;b&gt;the accent.&lt;/b&gt; Hahahahahaha! Funny funny~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do my mum and bro always gang up against me!!! Hurhur not fair!!!! =( But no matter what, I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; yall loadsssssssss!!!! And nothing's gonna change that. Not even our psychopathic Paki relatives. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. I think that's all... thought of writing a poem but my mind's a blank now.. too shagged. Urgh. Chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115176972571356172?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115176972571356172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115176972571356172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115176972571356172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115176972571356172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-so-sleepy-right-now-but-i-shall_01.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115141781952048469</id><published>2006-06-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:16:59.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay as you may have guessed, these days it's all about Mr Nice Eyes, Mr Nice Eyes and more Mr Nice Eyes!!! Oh yeah, one of the Ms (pretty obvious I think) asked me if I've gotta bf already judging from my MSN nick (put there on purpose btw).. and I replied,"uhm..potential one.." and guess wat! I could so see the change of his attitude towards me la! ...the hell! As if I was betrothed to him. Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a lighter note, Mr Nice Eyes has been nothing but nice!! Pretty sweet actually, but you can so tell he's a shy kinda guy... awwwww~ So cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about him. Now back to ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I decided to curl my hair on Monday and see the response and gawd...!!! First thing, compliments from the girls from my class!! Awwww luv u babes! And then, Prashant!! Hahahaha!!! I swear, even a compliment from him sounds like an insult. He immediately texted me,"your hair rocks big bird! looking so very pretty!" Yeah the &lt;b&gt;big bird&lt;/b&gt; had to be there lah! Hurh. Nonetheless, lemme share some of my vain moments with yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1011022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1011022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1011026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1011026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuv this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1011045%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1011045%7E.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1011042%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1011042%7E.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says I can't be serious? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok that's all! Cant wait for SnW tomorrow!! =) weeeeeeeeeeee~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115141781952048469?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115141781952048469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115141781952048469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115141781952048469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115141781952048469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-as-you-may-have-guessed-these.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115124160117747963</id><published>2006-06-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:20:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awwwwww!! I'm blushing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nice Eyes (whom I call Mr DC as well cos his computer keeps getting disconnected!)  wanted to exchange contacts... awwwwww~!!! Never before, in 3 years of our AI life, have we even talked! In fact, my bestie, Arch, had a crush on him and used to call him her "dream guy" cos he was really studious and all... And now, we're in contact! Oh goodness! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst! he asked me out for a movie! woohoooo!~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat! He watches Bolly movies too!!! Double yay-ness!!! La la la~ Sarah is a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm... mum wants my iPod and I'm happy..know why? Cos I'm getting a new one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So should I get a 4GB Nano or iPod Video? I've been wanting an iPod vid but come to think of it, will I really have THAT much of vids to store? I'd rather got to the theatre to watch my movies! But, iPod vid is so cool... HOWEVER, I can just slip my Nano in my pocket without it looking so "weird" or making my thighs look funny! The iPod vid is so bulky... So... WHICH ONE!?!?!?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still want that dress from Esprit... =/ anyone wanna kindly donate $129&lt;/i&gt; Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie that's all for today. I'm still feeling overly high!!! Laaaahhhhhhhh~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115124160117747963?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115124160117747963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115124160117747963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115124160117747963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115124160117747963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/awwwwww-im-blushing-mr-nice-eyes-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115116502451444833</id><published>2006-06-24T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:03:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm backkkkkkkk!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie life has been pretty fair to me... cant believe my "honeymoon" days are almost over!! Damn, back to reality now! Late nights, no sleep, more projects. Yes, that's what I'm talking about. Not cool. So not cool. BUT THEN AGAIN! After this 2 months, guess wat!! Sem break = 2 months!! Holy cow!!! =) *my motivation for this term!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm so happy today cos Mr Nice Eyes came online and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: (going on about the marketing survey and SUDDENLY..) so long since I last chatted with ya...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha..you la! missing in action!&lt;br /&gt;Him: I was overseas for holiday... went online on sun and mon but you weren't here...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah...was out n mugging for exams then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww! He actually looked for me online!! Sweet or wot! =) *psst! he was formerly from AI as well!* Weirdly enough, we never did talk back then in AI! Hehe. Sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesty, I cant remember exactly wot happened... all I know is Saad and me got high, and higher and higher than you can ever imagine!!! Hahaha he cracks me up like a NUT! Fun fun! "Ok that's enough!! ur making me laugh in front of my monitor!" Hahahaha weirdo!!! Thank God i'm still sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«§hariffa-lala» ￼ ...the hell la!!! ￼ [please do take the survey! it means a lot! many thanks!] says:￼ (11:45:23 PM)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha i need to RECHARGE!&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;￼Saad says:￼ (11:45:52 PM)&lt;br /&gt;plug ur self in the nearest power outlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, acted for Kat's group today, as Shafik's wifey~ Hahaha. Very interesting role. Drama mama lah! Hahaha. But I had fun, really. Cos most of the shooting was done in the library!!! Weeeeeee~!!!! Hehe. Afterwhich, mum and I went to watch "Krrish". I love the effects, Hrithik's new hairdo and HOT BODY, two of the songs in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, about half of the movie was shot in Singapore late last year (and almost everyone knew about it cos they happened to bump into the stars n crew while they were here..i dint cos of Os! hur!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My being swelled with patriotic fervour when I saw my country and its landmarks. =) the movie would have been better if they could showcase our multi-ethnic society as well, cos that is one major landmark here in Singapore that lives within us =) Kudos to the STB for being a part of this movie, which is a BIG hit already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my Bollywood addiction shall continue~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115116502451444833?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115116502451444833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115116502451444833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115116502451444833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115116502451444833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-im-backkkkkkkk-okie-life-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115090847664049681</id><published>2006-06-22T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:47:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay today is just so not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*familiar number calling...calling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hey Sarah..how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhmm... are you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Yeah it's me...not busy now, I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No...not at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation went on for a brief half-hour... I really really felt so stupid. Why won't you just leave me alone? Why do you keep coming back? I dun wanna be your 2nd "bridge". I'm irritated, fed up cos when I hear you, I go stumped. totally. There's so much I wanna say, I wanna tick you off, I wanna ignore you, I wanna pretend you never existed. but. i &lt;b&gt;FAIL!&lt;/b&gt; I feel so hopeless, helpless, everything at one go la!!!! So...frustrating...haven't you made me feel upset enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like doing anything at all for the next few days til school reopen.. I dun even feel like watching 'Krrish' in the theatre. I dun feel like going Escape, Sentosa, ice skating, swimming or wateva. just. leave me. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115090847664049681?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115090847664049681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115090847664049681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115090847664049681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115090847664049681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-today-is-just-so-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115089704010665767</id><published>2006-06-21T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:37:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Where'd you go...I missed you so...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~ Sarah Malek and I are planning to go Escape Theme Park instead... &lt;i&gt; but I wanna go to the swimming complex!! =( &lt;/i&gt; guess i gotta wait til the sem break... or hopefully I can squeeze some time during the weekends... Eitherways, thanks darlings for making time for me whenever yall can! =) *muahs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about my sec school friends...my AI friends.. back then, I was in a coupla cliques.. but guess what? &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE'S GONE! &lt;/b&gt; sad sad thing. Wait, no. The only ones I'm in contact with are (excluding Pebbles!) Wen Si, Serena, Wee Siong, Ilan...yeah basically that's all. And I've been "avoiding" reunions n stuff as well, I dunno why. Like, the netball bbq they had yesty... I chose to stay home to mug for Marketing.. which was wise, I think hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come, people go... that's life innit? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like going out, taking train after train, bus after bus...going to almost nowhere in mind... just away... awayyyy from everyone, everything... just wanna be with me, myself and I... I feel like writing again... a poetry, or story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward please? I dont want hols already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115089704010665767?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115089704010665767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115089704010665767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115089704010665767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115089704010665767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/whered-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115071595154519339</id><published>2006-06-19T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:19:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One paper down, one more to go!!!! And that's supposed to be the tougher one..Marketing! &lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, waiting for my childhood darlings to come over to my place with Mummy Azah! They are here to visit mummy... how nice of 'em... when there are &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; representatives from my dad's side la!!! And then they ask,"Why are the kids so close to 'outsiders' ?" Cos outsiders are way better than insiders. Do I hafta say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz, so today's test wasn't all that bad.. kinda felt guilty cos I went to watch Phir Hera Pheri in the evening..super funny movie!!!! Loved it, totally! Gonna go watch Krrish next week...woohooooo~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie now my dearies are here!!!!! Chao! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115071595154519339?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115071595154519339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115071595154519339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115071595154519339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115071595154519339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-paper-down-one-more-to-go-and.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115056256504528705</id><published>2006-06-18T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:42:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with Loc Vid!! Yay! Kudos the the casts and crew! And as promised, I'm gonna act in Kat's shortfilm. Hehe. Should be cool!! Anyways, had a super tiring day filming today, nonetheless, it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I were having a conversation earlier... it was kinda weird cos suddenly my mum seems so open! Like, she's okay with me having a bf..in fact, she wants me to! ...the hell!! She asked the kinda guy I'm looking for...and then mum asked,"Seriously, why did u reject the doctor-to be?" How was I to tell mum that it was because I couldnt/cant get over someone else... whom I really, really loved/love... had/have feelings for... Everyone in the family thinks that the doctor and I look very compatible together... Like what mum said,"U guys are the brown pair. ur bro n his gf, the white pair!" ... &lt;i&gt;thanks ar!&lt;/i&gt; Haha. Crazy family I've got... told mum not to worry cos I'm still straight, just not ready yet...after poly uh... Like what I told mum,"I wanna travel around first before finally settling down" I'm still young!! =) I wanna get my degree by 22, so Aussieland, here I come! =) Hehe. Tho NUS/NTU would be cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's elsewhere now... come to think of it, work is on my mind like 24/7... It used to be,"When can we go out?" Now it's all "When are you free?"..sad isn't it? Hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me back my life please?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115056256504528705?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115056256504528705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115056256504528705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115056256504528705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115056256504528705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-done-with-loc-vid-yay-kudos.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115045131944298372</id><published>2006-06-16T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:48:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy's home! Yay!!! Mummy got discharged earlier today noon! And guess what! To surprise mum, &lt;b&gt;i vacuumed the house!!!!&lt;/b&gt; That's like a record!!!! Mum was so pleased when she got home! Oh, the simple pleasures in life! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it was all good until mum told me...that...gramma (my maternal gramma) called mum to say that she's been diagnosed with chest cancer...in it's early stages now... I felt so shocked...too shocked to say anything at all..as far as I know, my &lt;i&gt;Nani&lt;/i&gt; has always been as fit as a fiddle.. then how come...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Nani a lot... she's a Bolly addict, just like me, and we'd share about everything we know about Bollywood! My Nani is so cute..the way she speaks, the way she laughs... &lt;i&gt;I dunno why on Earth my Paki side has a problem with me getting so close to my Nani and family...we ARE one family afterall...why stop me from being close to my own relatives? When I was close with the Paki side, there was so much of tension between my Aunt(s) and I..&lt;/i&gt; Anyways, I love my Nani a lot.. I remember giving my Nani a part of my 1st paycheck..she was so pleased...the lil gestures that go a long long way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paternal gramma, my &lt;i&gt;Appa&lt;/i&gt; was supposed to be gone from the face of this Earth since 5 years ago. Believe it. Doctors said she only got 5% of chance of survival. But look at her today, causing trouble in my family, blardy hell! Hey, im not being disrepectful, but I really have no regard for elders who FAIL to keep their children together and instead of uniting them, she cause problems and more problems. But hey, God is great.. He doesn't want you to die an easy death. She's been living on that 5% for 5 years now..and she haven't changed a bit... God gave her a chance to turn over a new leaf, but she chose to live life this way. As the 2nd youngest grandchild of the whole Paki family, I stand out and say,"I HATE THE FACT THAT IM A PART OF THEM!" Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro is tryna be a peacemaker now... I dunno whether to admire him or what.. He wanna go to my Aunt's place and talk to her about the conflict between me and her. I ticked him off for even PLANNING to go to her house, but he won't listen. A pity not everyone in the family is like bro... Unlike me, he'd rather say he's Pakistani or Punjabi (tho we're not!) than to say he's of Paki-Hindi blood. We're so alike yet so different. He's so likeable on both sides of the family, but for me, it's just one. The same ones who saw me grow up, helped my parents during their younger days.. The Paki side has done nothing but given us troubles! I have such deep hatred for them, so much so that I dun even wanna associate myself with those despicable people. I've heard of my parent's past with the Paki side...gosh, makes me hate them more... Why was I born a Paki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to my Nani, may God bless her and may she have the best days of her life for her remaining days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115045131944298372?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115045131944298372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115045131944298372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115045131944298372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115045131944298372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/mummys-home-yay-mummy-got-discharged.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115038084811756179</id><published>2006-06-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:14:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay gonna make this a quick entry cos I gotta start mugging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!! I went to visit mum today...cos I figured that if I didn't then..I dunno wat to say! So yeah, I went to visit, hoping that things wouldn't be so awkward between us and guess what! We're talking now! Hehe. And my donkey bro lied to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh wich ward n bed no.?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Ward 30, bed 20.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went round and round but all I saw was Ward 31. That was the closest! So I called bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, it's KK Hospital right?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Yeah lah then wat! TTSH uh?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No but I only see Ward 31..how?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: (laughs out loud and passes the phone to mum)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: this fella nonsense lah! It's ward 31, bed 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffft. &lt;b&gt;THANKS BRO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So childish! What joy did he get outta it!!! Urgh. So when I reached, saw my bro's gf (Farah) there as well. Oh my gosh.... felt so ashammed! To think she arrived earlier than me! Mum said she came at 11am! And I woke up at 1.10pm!!! Well, I slept at 4.10am you see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, after the op, the nurse said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: both your kids are here! wat nice kids you have!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: erm...both? what time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: It's 1pm now&lt;br /&gt;Mum: (cant be what. if Sarah is here, wat time did she wake up today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Turns out it was Farah who arrived earlier. And yeah, I ignored her,as usual...pissed off with the fact that that time, she was on my Aunt's and cuzz's side...she played me out...and once someone plays me out, forget about me trusting that person ever again lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bro and I had some fun there!! I was so excited about my curls!!! I curled my hair using the curling thingys I bought last year!! I didn't know how to use it then, so yesterday, while I mugged, I decided to take a break and curl my hair! And goshhh! It turned out so nice! I'm gonna curl my hair again some time when school starts!! =) &lt;i&gt;Vainpot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok got some more to say but I think that's all for now!! Chao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115038084811756179?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115038084811756179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115038084811756179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115038084811756179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115038084811756179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-gonna-make-this-quick-entry-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115029849103928478</id><published>2006-06-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:21:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The hell! Nothing seems to be going right for me now... Mum is like still pissed off with me for God-knows-what reason (cos seriously, I have no friggin idea why...half the time I become the medium for her to vent her frustrations on. sucks.) Yesterday bro pissed her off so the house was quiet, only bro and I were talking. Mum wasn't talking to either of us. Then todayyyy when I woke up, mum and bro were already talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, how come now mummy talking to u but not me? wat u did?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: I never do anything. I woke up and mum talked to me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, what else if not sheer biasedness? Sucks doesnt it? All the more it makes me wanna shut myself up ffrom her. Afterall, &lt;i&gt;im used to living life alone in this house now. Thanks for making me used to this.&lt;/i&gt; Before, it'd be hardly possible. Now, I really can't be bothered. Dad used to say mum's so sensitive like a small girl. So true. Well, too bad. Tomorrow mum having an op and I dun think im gonna visit her. It may just agitate her further. Afterall, her &lt;b&gt;SON&lt;/b&gt; is going what!!! And to think mum used to say,"I'm not a typical hindustani. To me, son and daughter both I treat equally" I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for God's sake, ask ur nephews to stay away from our house when im having my exams la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How to concentrate with their whole insanity focused on the World Cup?!?!?!?! I cant even mug la!!!!! And to think they are saying,"Oh! next week! must watch must watch!" F*CK!!! Once or twice, I dun mind. In fact, more also I won't mind BUT DUN DISTURB ME WHILE I'M STUDYING LA!!!! Sickening. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I've got people around me who make my day so much more bright and cheery...make me forget my worries, my problems... and... thank God also for... Mr Nice Eyes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..back to mugging..chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115029849103928478?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115029849103928478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115029849103928478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115029849103928478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115029849103928478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-nothing-seems-to-be-going-right.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115013573504715157</id><published>2006-06-13T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:08:55.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usmaaaaaaaaan!!! You know I love you!! So bettaaaaa getcha assssss down to Singaporrrrre soooooooon!!!! Ryan's leaving and Usman's flying here somewhere  in mid August..will be here only for 3 weeks tho... gonna meet up, along with the NUS Pakis... Zee, Omer, etc etc..can meet them only during my sem break in September! AND don't we just loooove b*tching about Zee and all, the desperados from Pakiland? Muahahaha!!! Usman and Sarah unite!!! =) And I so cant wait to see you serving the nation next year, you Canadian Paki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today wasn't so bad afterall. Mum messaged saying,"Remember to chat with S**** when you go online!" the hell!!! It's always him! And I so refuse to chat with him la!! I mean, he's our relative-to-be! So what if he's gonna be a doctor/surgeon!! Is he the only one in the whole wide world?! So what if he's a gentleman, nice guy, humble, respectful!!! Okay, that's something.. but still...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super upset over web design...feels like it's my fault...look at the comments made for the storyboard... sucks... how can I leave out the most important detail!!!! Damn, we gotta buck up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115013573504715157?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115013573504715157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115013573504715157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115013573504715157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115013573504715157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/usmaaaaaaaaan-you-know-i-love-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-115010721243553966</id><published>2006-06-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:28:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, im typing this on iWeb actually (cant seem to access the Net here in Starbucks, Shaw Towers) Yeah you guessed it, movie time again! Well movies have become a compulsory thing for us every fortnight. Family-bonding time yeah! =) im just chilling right now, waiting for mum to come. Apparently, THAT cousin of mine is driving her here (big deal yea? I dun care ok!). Oh well~ HE owes me an apology for sure! =P La la la la la~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So childish. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freezing in here!! *grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. im still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's workshop was okay, nothing much, time passed pretty fast there. Oh and before I forget!! &lt;b&gt;Keep it up, E'klipse!! =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Bauhaus over!!! No idea how mine is (to me, it's...uhh...FORGET IT!).. and my logos suck, completely! &lt;i&gt;God bless me please.&lt;/i&gt; Well at least I took the effort to complete both projects decently hehe. Although I must say that while I did both my projects, stayed up late at night (yeah I was online TO DO MY WORK, not to CHAT, so sorry to everyone of yall whom I said I couldn't chat with then cos I was really busy). Sometimes I felt as if I was being so indifferent cos some of my mates wanted to really talk to me but I could hardly spare them for them reason being I didn't wanna break my momentum... So my most sincere apologies to Wee Siong, Anurag, Imran (2nd ex), Taher, Vanes, Paro darling, and the rest of yall whom I can't exactly remember (sorry!!!) but life has been seriously hectic. However, I haven't forgotten yall k!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay mum just called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: eh, Nezakat's iPod Mini cost us how much?&lt;br /&gt;Me: $438...why?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: He wanna sell it at $100 (he doesn't use the iPod anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Slap his face 4 times for selling it less than 4 times the original price!&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Can lah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO and NEVER! you dun want then gimme. IT'S 6GB LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste money only la! But Mum, I want iPod video =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mini was mine at first, it was my b'day gift (supposedly). Soon after, iPod Nano was released and I gave bro my Mini wholeheartedly! Then, came iPod video! So tempting... Now that I make my own films (for Loc Vid) it makes more sense if I get one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah where was I? Yeah, hectic life. Back then in primary and secondary school, we had homework to complete daily. I used to be studious, completed my work on time...then came secondary 2, I asked myself,"Everyone slacks, why am I working so hard?" So I slacked all the way til this year, when I embarked on tertiary life. Somehow, the word slacker don't seem apt to describe me anymore simply because we are not given the luxury to (and I'm glad for this!). I've learned my lesson (through Bauhaus and the logo designs), never to do projects at the last minute. Therefore, I'm planning to complete Location Video Production by Week 9, Interview by Week 9, Marketing by Week 9, and Web Design by Week 10. In the meanwhile, I'll work on the new Graph Comm project as well (which I hate! good luck to module group 1.2!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel so relieved once this semester ends!! Then again, more challenges await in Semester 2!! Never mind that, I'm sure we can pull through! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this is a pretty long entry.. because I'm still waiting for my mum! Okay mum just called. She's at my Aunt's shop @ Golden Landmark (yeah that richie Aunt of mine who is super generous with gifts!) She's got a shop there as well as 2-3 other shops rented to fabric retailers in Arab Street. Cool eh? My Paki side again~ The well-off Pakis with a f*cked up attitude, that pretty sums up my Paki family except dad, who is so humble and low-pro! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last... the term's projects are over and done with. Ahhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Kalis said, all this while we slept, ate and breathes Bauhaus, so you can just imagine watta relief it is for us now! &lt;i&gt;I promise not to leave my work at the very last minute again &lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday night, my guy cuzzins crashed my place to watch the World Cup with mum bro and I. I was busy mounting my stuff when they got all excited over the matches. Upon hearing their cheers and jeers, I decided to leave my 500-word write-up for Bauhaus to today morning. We had fun tho I KO-ed like right after Iran's match. Hahaha my cuzz's so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning mum and I quarrelled... Well, I didn't say anything at all la!! Just kept quiet while she nagged on and she said,"So you don't wanna talk ryte?! Fine, don't talk!" Well, not like mum cares anymore... they are so busy working... taking me to the cinema like fortnightly seems enough for them... really, I'm getting so sick of watching movies after movies. I wanna go to the beach, take a breather... I wanna go to Jurong East Swimming Complex, swim my day away... I wanna go ice-skating, skating in circles, observing how novices try balancing on ice and then falling hard on their backs... &lt;i&gt;I just wanna go away from here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What used to be &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt; is now a house..no wait, hostel which is inhibited by a lonely soul most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~ Thank goodness I've got some nice people accompanying me online...and some nice music for me to daydream away to... and a blog for me to voice out my thoughts... otherwise, God knows how am I gonna survive alone in this house/hostel. (well at least in hostels, you've got friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you,dad...=(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-115010721243553966?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/115010721243553966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=115010721243553966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115010721243553966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/115010721243553966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-saturday-hey-guys-im-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114977551551451353</id><published>2006-06-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:16:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Meri zindagi mein ajnabee ka intezaar hain...mein kya karu, ajnabee se mujhe pyaar hain..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is what I sang last year, about this time of the year. Hehe. Lovely memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today imma blog about what happened almost exactly a year ago.. and perhaps, this is the first time I'll be mentioning &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Imran, that's his name... on 07.06.05, he sent me a message on Friendster, little did I know that this day would change my life forever.... how, you may ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran messaged me, asking if we knew each other from before since we were on each other's list yet strangely enough, we never had a proper introduction...and maybe it'd be better if it remained that way... &lt;i&gt;Why God?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started MSN-ing..and soon enough, we exchanged contacts.. it was funny how he couldn't get my number right and kept dialling the wrong numbers...hehe. We grew closer over time..so close, that no one would ever believe if we said we're just friends. 2 weeks in, he flew off to Thailand for a short getaway..i think it was for 5 days (for some Full Moon party)... surprisingly, he messaged and called me at least once each day, tellin me what he'd do, how he was feeling (he had sinus when he just reached!)...I was so surprised.. we were new frenz then, why tell me? But I kept quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back from Thailand, we started talking til very early in the morning.. We talked so so often that sometimes I'd forget that we're just friends... Then June hols ended for me, I had to start preparing for my Os... and he did relief teaching... we'd sms each other all the time... Hehe. He'd give me wake up calls (whenever I sleep in the evening) and I'd give him morning calls (as he requested...it was NOT easy waking him up at all!!) Haha. It was fun and laughter all the way... I can safely say that those were the best days of my life... He was always there for me, the first person I'd turn to in times of trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, he started schooling in NTU.. I still remember, on his first day of school, he messaged me,"Miss ya"..I thought that was really sweet... We went to the extent of calling each other "dear" even... but we maintained that we're just friends... Over time, he told his family about me, I told my bro and cousin about him... we knew each other so so well... Midway, I realised that maybe I should keep a distance from him, but I couldn't help it... all in the excuse of "friendship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things never last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Os, we planned to meet up. Somehow, news of us dating started spreading..and for some weird reason, we drifted apart, slowly, slowly... we first met at Newton mrt station... then at Starbucks (Northpoint)... I was pretty quiet on our 2nd meeting... what could I say when we suddenly stop messaging and calling each other, and then we meet? Weird innit? And we both used to say that we dun wanna get attached anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went for the PAE trial, but guess what? I realised that I've forgotten how to socialise... I wasn't all whacky and crazy... All my frenz weer having fun, except me... I thought it was all pointless so I withdrew after 7 days... I started working in Taka (for a month) and found myself looking for him each time... I was so stupid... Then results came, he was one of the first ones who asked me how I fared... Then, I started working in Peninsular Plaza Hotel... relief teaching... I did all I could to forget him...to distract myself... I never succeeded in doing so... I missed him too much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I happened to browse through Friendster, stumbled on his profile.. "Imran, 22, In a relationship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That broke me totally.. I was so shattered.. I never realised how deeply I fell for him... he was the kinda guy I really wanted to be with... and we were almost together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's smart, funny, childish yet so matured wen he turns all wisey...good lookin' (since he's a mix), very nice guy...all the way..until that fateful day... I miss the intellectual conversations we used to share... He has it all... I used to think,"I've found Mr Right"... but guess what, I'm fortune's fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished that if only I told him once, just once, that I like him... but then again, knowing the kinda person that I am, I'd never do that... Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so silly how I havent got over him for 6 months now. I must say tho, that he's set the bar high! But simply, &lt;i&gt;I cant fall for anyone now..I've had enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go... my story :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114977551551451353?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114977551551451353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114977551551451353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114977551551451353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114977551551451353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/meri-zindagi-mein-ajnabee-ka-intezaar.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114951900468225409</id><published>2006-06-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:50:12.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, somehow, I managed to squeeze some time for self-reflections earlier on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; came online..and chatted with me... once again, I felt so different, I forgot what stress was, whatever workload I had (or rather, have hehe) didn't feel that much anymore... like I was back to 2005.. I think we're kinda formal with each other still... total contrast to almost one year ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then I realised that often I talk about my friends (be it childhood mates, ,pri school,sec school or NP frenz).. but there's this one person who has been there for me quite often... He lent me his shoulder to cry on when I had a major quarrel with my Aunt. Yeah, apart from my cuzz. There's this other person who has shown me what friendship really is. He has magnified the fact that he's more than just my hi-bye friend. In fact, when the major quarrel happened, I never met him before, yet he was still concerned. Til today, I know I can count on him, my dear friend whenever I need someone to complain to... So often I make fun of him, never taking him seriously but really, his presence is very much appreciated =) He has thought me a lot, be it rubbish or sometimes, surprisingly, talking sense!! Hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was almost gonna say "Hoooorayyyy!!'... guess wat,,, 2 more projects!!!! Arghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! How frustrating!!!!! Sigh... I'm so waiting for my well-deserved break in September!!!! &lt;i&gt;oh God, help me pull through this!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after yesterday's conversation with &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, i'm kinda convinced that ,&lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; may not be the one I really love afterall... Like, seriously. I dunno, mebbe I think he's boring now? He used to be really lively and stuff...seems kinda dead these days... dunno why, dun wanna know either cos &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; aint my concern anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Beyonce's Dangerously in Love...brings back memory.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;You are my life&lt;br /&gt;My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side&lt;br /&gt;You're my relation in connection to the Sun&lt;br /&gt;With you next to me, there's no darkness I cant overcome&lt;br /&gt;You are my raindrop&lt;br /&gt;I am the sea&lt;br /&gt;With you and God whom I bloom and grow so beautifully&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so proud, so proud to be your girl&lt;br /&gt;You make the confusion go away from this cold and messed up world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;I cant do this thing called life without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm dangerously in love with you, I'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;Just keep lovin me the way I love you lovin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...so passe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Sunday, mum and I were talking as usual... then when she mentioned about my Paki relatives whom I never liked, I got so pissed off that my eyes turned watery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You are so weird. You cry when you are very angry, but you never cry when you are sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, come to think of it, it's quite true ey~ When I'm so pissed off I cry ever-so-easily. And when I'm sad...hehe... I try not to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm missing dad a lot today... dad, your mummy complains a bit too much. High-time she shuts up and stop complaining!!! How childish she is!! The 3 of us (mum bro n i) never did anything to them, then why on Earth must she keep complaining and complaining? But then again, I know you love us more than ur mum =) Mummy, Nezakat and I miss you loads, dad!! You used to help me with my debate speeches... I hardly ever have to go online and search for information cos you were always there for me. You, being a former public speaker for ur school, helped me all the time, and you're the reason why I'm always the Best Speaker for every debate. You know how to add a funny touch in my speeches so well!!! I miss you a lot, dad =( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Graph Comm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114951900468225409?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114951900468225409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114951900468225409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114951900468225409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114951900468225409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-somehow-i-managed-to-squeeze-some.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114926309859686121</id><published>2006-06-02T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:08:23.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got one more project to complete before I can shout "woooohoooooooooooo!!!!" YEAH!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, uhmm... I was visibly pissed off with &lt;i&gt;a certain someone&lt;/i&gt; today. Reason being, I don't see what can be more necessary than completing the project so why.. ahh forget it. I almost lost my cool...totally... it's been so long since I last lost my cool... I dun wanna... it isn't pleasant to, really. At the end of the day, we're all friends still =) so just set ur priorities right, and we shall be able to work well with each other... =) okie? And I'm sorry if my temper was flying... I was just afraid of not being able to complete the work... heh.. yeap... so once again, im shorry!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention... yesterday, while I was alone in the library, this guy came up to me and chatted me up... Initially I thought he knew me or something... turns out that he wanted my number... but na-uh, I dint give... gave my email add instead (hehe lame, i know, but thats the whole point! =P )...felt kinda scared cos I was alone at that point of time (as in, none of my mates beside me then)...and the way he looked at me did freak me out a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to think that you gonna stand a chance cos simply, I'm not planning to get attached any time soon... or at least, not til poly is over... besides, im still nursing my broken heart... wait... shattered... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, still...why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's home today!! Like I'm seeing mum after so many days!! I think about 4 days... yeah thats long... Mum said,"I told my friend that I'm taking the day off cos I'm afraid my kids won't remember their mum" hahahahaha!! What the hell!!! Everyday I come back home, like brimming with stories to tell Mummy, only to find that Mummy's not home... =( but well, now Mummy is! Hehe. Feel so happy..yay~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mum and Bro, my cuzzins and Aunt are flying off to Pakistan some time soon... &lt;i&gt;like, dun even come back la!&lt;/i&gt; I've never wanted to go Pakistan...as you guys (may) have noticed, I dun like the fact that im Paki... it's cooler to say im North Indian (which I am!) hehe..besides, I've always had a good impression of the Hindustanis... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think enough of blabbering lah... gonna just chill now... times like this dun come by often these days =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114926309859686121?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114926309859686121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114926309859686121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114926309859686121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114926309859686121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-got-one-more-project-to-complete_02.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114909176433283444</id><published>2006-05-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:09:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm mentally tired, really. I have no time for anything!!! Forget self-reflections... damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get pissed off at a &lt;i&gt;certain someone&lt;/i&gt;..just gotta control my temper I guess... otherwise it wouldn't be all too pleasant.. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... my entries are gettin mundane... damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114909176433283444?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114909176433283444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114909176433283444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114909176433283444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114909176433283444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-mentally-tired-really.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114883398138705007</id><published>2006-05-29T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:37:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; tere dil mein meri saason ko panah mil jaaye... tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaaye...&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guy who's gonna say this to me, I tell ya, &lt;b&gt;SURE TO MELT!!!&lt;/b&gt; Anyways, just got home from watching the much-awaited &lt;i&gt;Fanaa&lt;/i&gt;, starring Kajol and Aamir Khan. Absolutely &lt;b&gt;fantastic&lt;/b&gt; acting skills they've got!!! They made the whole movie look so real, feel so real...just so real!!! Bumped into Paro there...coincidence or wat!! Hehe. Anyways.. the movie is so fantastic, love the songs especially "Chaand sifarish jo karta humari, deta hain humko pataa... sharmo hayaa pe yeh parde ghira ke, kehti hain humko fanaa~ subhanAllah!~ subhanAllah!~ subhanAllah~! subhanAllah!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so totally in love with this...!! Made me feel like &lt;i&gt;falling in love&lt;/i&gt; again...the movie was oh-so-lovey dovey!! Damn, im sounding like one emo freak now lah!! Whatever yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanda chamke cham cham chinki chaukanna chor, chitti chaati chini chattori chinichor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and Indian Kashmir aka Srinagar, is superrrr beautiful!! I wanna go honeymooning there!!! The boat, the snow, the bridge.... all so so beautiful!!!! And super romantic place to be in! Forget Paris, im going to my homeplace! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall noe, everytime I watch a movie whereby there's Paki essence in it, I feel like being Paki all over again... like calling my dad &lt;i&gt;Abbajaan&lt;/i&gt;,mum &lt;i&gt;Ammi&lt;/i&gt; bro &lt;i&gt;bhaijaan&lt;/i&gt;...I feel like learning Urdu right from scratch...high-time I go back to my roots...I think Urdu is one of the most romantic language... I wish I could write poetries in Urdu!! Like someone I know... arghhh... never mind...someday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; ...still, where's my shehzaada?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114883398138705007?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114883398138705007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114883398138705007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114883398138705007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114883398138705007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/tere-dil-mein-meri-saason-ko-panah-mil.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114874371387929871</id><published>2006-05-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:28:38.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is just so weird... when I dun hear from &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, I feel as if my day isn't complete..YET, when ur around, I play hard to get... you're starting to know me more.. &lt;i&gt;but I still havent got over him...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj just told me he's attached!! Oh my goodness!! Surprise surprise!!! Congrats dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gettin attached anytime soon =) ...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah...dad said mebbe we can go on a family vacation to Bangkok...yay~ shopping spreeee~~! I wanna go Pattaya again!! I wanna do parasailing again!!!!!! Most likely in Spetember or October...Still haven't planned on where to go for our family vacation for next year March... I wanna go India!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hockey outing during the June break..hoping that it's not in the 1st week, cos I def won't go then, since we have our CTs the following week. Then, hockey camp in September...hopefully it doesnt clash with work or my family vacation..OR my bro's bday.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.am.i.waiting.for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114874371387929871?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114874371387929871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114874371387929871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114874371387929871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114874371387929871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/everything-is-just-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114857474342154201</id><published>2006-05-26T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:32:23.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm...Yesterday was... just like any other Wednesdays... just felt a bit awkward here and there but other than that, I think it was pretty normal. My netball tutor picking on me as usual, my CATS tutor loving me as usual, hockey time pretty much the usual...learned a bit more about the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today!!! Today was fun!! Lemme intro my polymates (again) to u guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat the Bimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah the Limbo (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles the Dumbo andddd... *drum roll please!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalis the ... =D hehehe! If I say sure kena whack, so I'm keeping it among us only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie okie.. and thennn... while I was on my way back home, at Northpoint, I spotted this hunky somewhere near the escalator. He looked way toooo familiar!! Walked past him and he went,"Kiddaaaaa!!" OMG!!!! &lt;b&gt; IT WAS RYAN!!! &lt;/b&gt; Blardy &lt;i&gt;geddeh&lt;/i&gt; never tell me that you're already here! Surprise ur head lah! And you get hotter each time you go and come back la! Wat the hell you do man!!!! Arghhhhh...cant take the heat!! Hahaha. =) Missed you loads okay, dun say I dun care, you donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Sarah and I (wait...Sarah is my childhood fren! she and her 3 other sisters and 1 younger bro!) have planned to watch Fanaa soooooon!!! Cant wait!!! And of course, we're bringing our mummies along cos they are more excited about the movie than we are! Hehehe. Sarah and I get closer each time, simply cos among all 7 of us, the 2 of us talk so much of nonsense and have lotsa free time! Hahaha. Ok, im not supposed to have free time now actually. Oh well!~ =) But I always make sure we spend time together, talking about poly and stuff...especially family...feels as if we're almost related...we're family frenz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Nadh messaged me about NPS dinner this Saturday. Coincidentally, I happen to be alone at home on Saturday, so why not! Gonna go NPS (Northland Pri Sch) and meet up with old frenz like Nadh and all... oh yesss, Sarah is coming along (maybe).. hope she can turn up cos it'll be so much more fun with her around!!! All 7 of us (her siblings, Sarah, me and bro) were from the same kindergarten, same primary school... Azizah and I went to AI, but she graduated earlier of course! Sarah and Azizah are in NYP now...Azimah just grad from there... Malek the youngest of us all, is in sec 2 right now hehehe. &lt;i&gt; I love them loads...more than I love my own cuzzins. Period.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sec school friend keep insisting that Mass Comm = business cos Mass Comm is like selling our knowledge (in her words). What the hell man!!! Is that dumb, or just dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Mass Comm is entirely about business. It's a business industry, but there's more to it, innit? Ah well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today...feels like im missing on something...what is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114857474342154201?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114857474342154201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114857474342154201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114857474342154201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114857474342154201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114839264580142387</id><published>2006-05-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:57:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; An extract from my diary...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience as a teacher has been enriching, truly. I never saw myself teaching, even if it was just for relief! Reason being my tolerance level is a tad too low for this noble occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24th Feb 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alma mater, AISS called me for relief teaching. When I reached school, I got stares from familiar faces. The reason is justified. If I were in their shoes, even I would be shocked! Just grad and now a teacher at the same school! Students asked me the usual irrelevent questions... "Cher, when's ur bday?" "Cher, you got bf?" Haha the same questions we used to ask our teachers! FInally, I got a feel of how my teachers work. It's not easy handling a class of 30 pupils. 30 faces, behind which a story lies in each one. 30 different backgrounds, lifestyles, gather in one clas everyday, spend most of their time together.. I noticed this when I stood in front of my classes..Oh yes, and the students &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; to address me as "Miss Shariffa" and most of them are about 1-2 years younger than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24th March 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupphi asked if I could relief at Rulang Primary. Well, why not! Anything for $65 for 5.5 hours!! =) of course, it's harder to handle primary school students since they are immatured and very sensitive. One moment you see them running around like brats, and the very next moment you see them crying and complaining to me! "Teacher...this boy take my pencil!!" Oh goodness! Time seemed to pass real slow there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27th March 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI called me early this morning. For once, I wished they didn't! Reason being the weather was too perfect for me to sleep in!! It was raining cats ang dogs!! Damnn!!! But I still went for relief teaching... The pay is too "appetizing". And for today, I relief-ed my debate teacher,Miss Nah!! Coincidence or what!! I was sitting at Miss Nah's table when I saw some teachers' handouts. Then I realised that they really have a lot to prepare for all in a day's work! I feel so bad thinking how I treated Miss Zuraida last year! She must have put in so much effort in preparing the lessons only to find us complaining that her lessons are boring. Hence, thats why I said, relief teaching has been one truly enriching experience for me.. I'll appreciate my lecturers in poly now!! Nonetheless, I treasure these times...form a student to now, a teacher, in the same school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one year agom at this point, I was sitting in 4E6 wondering when the bell would ring. O levels seemed too far away then, I had no worries at all. My friends and I would plan on where to have lunch at.. whether we should attend study prog or not... those were the days... the times we spent idling seems most memorable!! And now, one year on, we're all treading on different paths.. Some have already embarked on their journey of tertiary life. Others like me, are waiting in anticipation. Apart from wearing home clothes, what else can I look forward to? How different will it be? Will projects be fun still? So many questions.. excitement, anxiety...one thing is for sure... poly life will definitely spell independence and self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29th March 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relief at Rulang Pri again. This time, for 3 consecutive days. I feel kinda shagged but I've already promised that I would come, so I had no choice! I relief Pri 4, 5 and 6 classes. Cuzz Farrah also reliefing here for the next 2 days (and today as well). Oh well, it's my bday today =) I dun care if the whole world dun wish me save for one... =) and YES! I was wished by &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; at midnight!! *all smiles* Going to Appa's house laterz for a mini party...Wish my mates were around... I still like my 16th bday... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Tat sums up my experience as a teacher. You know, during my vacation, I've worked at Takashimaya (Promoter), schools like AISS and Rulang Pri... freelance with Mohnish and the rest @ Peninsular Plaza... working life wasn't easy, but I've met so many people in my course of work... it's amazing how many people you meet in one month of work (at Taka). I dunno where the people I worked with are now... Louis, Sheila, Erin, Timberland girls, Ashworth guys, Dapper uncle, YGM aunty... hehe and they called me Hush Puppies girl cos I sold HP polo tees! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to poly. And met so many wonderful peepz!!!! For a start, here's my cliquemates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyan (Pebbles)... My classmate since sec 3!!! Ironically, we weren't close in sec 3 and 4... but now that we are in the same class, same course, we got real close!!! Pebbles is amazingly blur (you dun wanna know to what extent!!) Haha but somehow, I think blur = cute. Agree?? Yep yep. The one with the most distinct laugh! Hahaha! Pebbles has always wanted to be in Mass Comm (I cant tell ya how badly she wanted to be in this course...we spoke to teachers, and it was then that I saw her passion for Mass Comm) and I felt so so so glad when Miss Zuraida said she made it!!!! Hope to see you riding the radiowaves soon aight!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat... *meow* hehehe. Okay where do I begin! Hahaha. I swear, the first time I saw Kat, I thought she was in our age group!! Anyone would think so! Our friendship started in Canteen 1, where we talked. Like, really talk, and it was then that I discovered that Kat is older than us! But that whole fact is covered up nicely by her active,jovial personality! And it's definitely definitely nice to know someone like Kat! Come to think of it, our first conversation @ Canteen 1 seemed so formal!!! Look where we are now!!! Hahahaha!! So cool innit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalis... I just love this girl!!!!! I have a strong temptation to pinch her cheeks tho I'd never dare to!!! Hahaha. One fierce girl la! Hahaha she may be fierce but definitely bubbly! Whenever I hear the name "Kalis", I'd start off with a laugh! Cos Kalis is so Kartoon...so is Kartini! Hahahaha. you Ks! My first impression of Kalis was,"wow...must be a very quiet girl.." Hahaha. I remember during orientation, when I was with Pebbles and Gen, then Kalis joined us...she was SUPER nice!! Took for us plates, drinks, etc etc.. I thought,"Omg...she seems like one really really soft spoken nice girl!" BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, if you ask me, I wont dare ask her take stuff for me anymore!!! Hahahaha!! She'd scream at me!!! Hahahahaha. But the BEST part about this girl is, after all that, she'd say,"Eh...I think I was so mean just now.." and she starts feeling apologetic...awwwww!!! &lt;i&gt; *ahem* &lt;/i&gt; is so lucky!! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks ago, when we saw each other, we were someone else. Now, I totally love the fact that we are ourselves and are so comfortable with each other!! Cheers to more memories, girls! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow...the thought of tomorrow makes me wanna laugh!! Hahahaha!! Oh well!! *no comments!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball..yay! Hockey, double yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight gotta do some adjustments to my CATS groupmate's work...she said,"oh the last part got prob. im logging off now. i send you ah. BYE!" efffffffffffffffff youuuuuuuuuu seeeeeeeeeeee kayyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114839264580142387?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114839264580142387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114839264580142387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114839264580142387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114839264580142387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/extract-from-my-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114821060929718033</id><published>2006-05-21T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:26:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset with mummy earlier today when she told me that she'll be doing more overtime and bro more guard duties, thus, this means I'll be alone at home more often..yea my reason to get upset is justified. Then, mum came up with this brilliant idea of increasing my allowance by 100 bucks (altho I think I have more than enough now), and for each day im left alone at home, I get $10 (which is unnecessary). This brings me to my point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working parents find that money is a good tool used to compensate their absence. I'm not denying the fact that I'm pretty attracted to the "perks" but then again, family life is more important to me. I'm quite upset, but then again, I concentrate on my studies really well this way cos there no one else in the house other than me!! Well, next Sunday mother-daughter day out shopping..yay!! Plus, facials next month. My skin's gettin too dry! So, something for me to feel contented about... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...back to my solitude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114821060929718033?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114821060929718033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114821060929718033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114821060929718033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114821060929718033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114814311635772173</id><published>2006-05-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:38:36.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No matter what I say you won't care cos you are heartless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: heartless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said I'm heartless for rejecting him. a big HUH?! im heartless for breaking someone's heart while mending my own. So, does that mean that I should accept any Tom, Dick and Harry who comes along? &lt;i&gt; Wake up,dude, I ain't ya average girl &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frustrating how one word can spoil your whole day. Am I like really heartless? So what if ur nice? I like someone else, do what you can about it!!!!!!!!! Arghhhhh!!! Okay forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides... &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; set the bar pretty high...only he could handle my temper so far... I'm not giving anyone else a chance for I may end up comparing them to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab toh aadat sih hai mujhko aise jeene mein...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114814311635772173?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114814311635772173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114814311635772173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114814311635772173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114814311635772173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-matter-what-i-say-you-wont-care-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114805030653356003</id><published>2006-05-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:51:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awwwwww~ Someone said something very touching to me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope we can remain as good friends forever" as cliche as that may sound, but I know he meant it =) And he is none other than my friend of 3 years (still running), Ong Wee Siong!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll keep that in mind...we shall be friends forever!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think the &lt;u&gt; certain someone &lt;/u&gt; i was supposed to avoid, got closer to me instead. Haha. What the hell la! Oh, and I'm not mentioning who la. Hee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight whateva! Uhmmmm... my eyes could hardly open for the whole day la! Then after Loc Vid, went to the Atrium to chill out, showed Gavin my numerous pix...pix of my bro, cuzzins, mum...haha! Just bored, you see! Pretty interesting sharing session we all had tho. And Lav went ga-ga over my bro!! No Lav, he aint hot. But I do agree that his gf is crap! In fact, FUGLEH! Muahahaha!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got some time to talk to mum... whenever I reach home, only bro is at home or like now, I'm alone.. boring yeah. But thanks to &lt;i&gt; a certain someone &lt;/i&gt; so it isn't all so bad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; You're FIRED! &lt;/b&gt; hahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114805030653356003?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114805030653356003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114805030653356003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114805030653356003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114805030653356003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/awwwwww-someone-said-something-very.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114796922233010225</id><published>2006-05-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:20:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm seriously sleep-deprived. I slept on the way to school while on the train, I slept in the bus 154 (which is just a 10- minute journey from the train station to my school). When I entered the class, I felt refreshed, strangely enough. Then came break time, really felt like sleeping but controlled my eyes... til now.. *YAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWNz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Mo said,"Welcome to poly life!" Geez... nah, I shouldn't regret my decision...just gotta adjust my biological clock a lil bit and there!~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I kinda like what I learned in Graph Comm and Web Design today!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damnnnn... 21 more days... til that &lt;i&gt; fateful &lt;/i&gt; day... &lt;i&gt; fast forward, please? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bro, my friend (Gavin) said he was from SISPEC. rings a bell?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Shuddup lah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awwww sweet old memories innit! Poor thing you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I just loooove poking fun at him!! Sweet darling donkey bro of mine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay last night was super weird. Usually when I go to sleep, I have no time for dreams whatsoever.. mine happens naturally. Ok so here it goes. I cant remember exactly how it went, but I do remember &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; at a table, came up to me, pulled his girl with him, kissed her and walked off. Like, what the f*cking hell is wrong with me!!! &lt;b&gt; Someone slap me please &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I cant concentrate on blogging right now. MSN is distracting me bigtime. Or should I say,attracting? Hehe. Chao! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114796922233010225?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114796922233010225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114796922233010225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114796922233010225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114796922233010225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-im-seriously-sleep-deprived.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114788279143478336</id><published>2006-05-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:26:02.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/IMG_2086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/IMG_2086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My eyelids are heavy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, came back from hockey training...Quite used to it already now I guess.. but guess wat!! Just as I thought,"ok this is it. my final decision. hockey" came a reply to my mail from NP Debate team!! So, the reason for the delay in reply is that the team went to Langkawi and just came back from a tournament there. How cool is that! Anyway, debating is my passion... it's one skill I've managed to master over the years. In Sec 1 and 2, I was only debating in class. Then in Sec 3, I represented my school! Finally, in sec 4, I was the "Best Speaker" for the semis of Gold Shield Debate!! (and the team won, of course.) Anyways... I kinda like the hockey peepz tho...dunno how the debaters are like... will see how it goes tho... if it calls for then sad to say but im gonna leave hockey...awwwww...just 3 weeks of trainings and I feel attached to the sport already! Tough decision, but I have to figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was aight today... OH YES! I've found my eye candy in NP!! Lalala~~ =) Haha. &lt;i&gt;for fun and laughter! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Prashant called me during training, and freaked me out real bad! He made all the projects seem so scary!!! Made me panic man... wat the hell lah.. could have found a better timing ryte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball was okay, I guess. I don't really like the coach cos the remembers my name so well that she's so fond of calling me! Fish. And of course, my CATS tutor as well...told me to be her assistant for an activity, thanks to &lt;i&gt; some people &lt;/i&gt; who declined her request and dragged my name in. What the hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; im avoiding a certain someone... &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; My eyelids are closing... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114788279143478336?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114788279143478336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114788279143478336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114788279143478336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114788279143478336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/pebbles-and-me-my-eyelids-are-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114779553390314773</id><published>2006-05-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:05:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/P1010578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/P1010578.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MY OLYMPUS CHARGER!!!! Do I hear camwhore sessions coming along??? YES YES!!!! Here's to kickstart...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114779553390314773?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114779553390314773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114779553390314773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114779553390314773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114779553390314773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-found-my-olympus-charger-do-i-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114778053503338417</id><published>2006-05-16T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:06:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/1600/ChiQa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7451/2949/320/ChiQa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the frames and 2-upped my pic using FIreworks! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sunday was.. &lt;i&gt; shocking &lt;/i&gt; to me... &lt;i&gt; He &lt;/i&gt; and I chatted again... like... &lt;u&gt; totally &lt;/u&gt; unexpected la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I could see how you were avoiding my questions. How long more? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're planning to meet up (tho I wouldn't really wanna..) since he's having 3 months of break. Last year he said he'd be going to Dubai in June this year.. oh well... doesn't concern me anymore, does it? Heh...so yeah... as much as I miss you, I dun wanna think about you, care about you, hear from you for some time now... do me this favour please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what is it about you that makes you so unforgettable? I wish the whole 6 months wasn't this complex. I wish you didn't have to make those 6 months the best days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he talks to me or chats with me, I feel so different for the following days... I feel so lost... &lt;i&gt; When you asked me before, I couldn't explain. Now you know why I dun wanna fall for anyone... and when I did, it &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; to be you... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...tomorrow's Wednesday..which spells a looong day again. But thank goodness we're having Loc Vid make-up lesson for 3 hours, so got 3 more hours to waste in school before hockey starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going too well for me.. Marketing quiz next week! Mugging time!! I miss mugging... as sick as that may sound!! All thanks to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; give me a reason to smile... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114778053503338417?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114778053503338417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114778053503338417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114778053503338417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114778053503338417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-did-frames-and-2-upped-my-pic-using.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114752449237271523</id><published>2006-05-13T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:48:12.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I had a pretty nice day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Pebbles at 12pm @ Bugis, but as usual, I was late! (well im always punctual for school but late when it comes to meeting frenz!). So, turns out that Pebbles bumped into Wee Siong on the way there! Oh, small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get some useful info regarding the Bauhaus project..phew! Then off we went to Dhoby Ghaut to meet up with the rest. We got super high on pixxies in the museum! Hahahaha. Thanks to Mr Emo, Jorge!!! But it was fun! =) Some pix are already uploaded...waiting for more from Jorgieee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bought a nicey cake for mummy... &lt;i&gt; Happy Mummy's Day, Mummy!!! &lt;/i&gt; *mMmMuuUUuAaAhHhHsSssSs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Dedication to Mummy dearest &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have seen me through the ups and downs of life, saw me growing up over the years. You are my best friend, and the only person whom I trust in this whole wide world. I can't imagine life without you. You have been my support, the driving force behind my previous achievements, you make sure I never fall and if I do, you make me stand up on my own two feet again. Mummy, if there is one thing that I can ever tell God, I'd thank him for having born by you. You are one rocking mum!! We quarrel, then we make up again. You are the coolest mum anyone can ever have! Mummy and bro, you guys make my life super bright and colourful...yall are indeed my best friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching movies, shopping, gossiping with you, and I know, there's hardly anything I can hide from you, cos you are prolly the only one who understands me so well inside out. I can talk to you for hours on end and still feel like it's not enough. You know my life story (tho not exactly everything hehe), you know my temper best... Whenever I feel like crying, I know there's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the incident which happened exactly four weeks ago? When Aunt said "stuff", I stood up for you...and maybe for the first time ever in my life, I shouted back,"I LOVE MY MUM AND I LOVE MY DAD!" She pissed me off totally, and you know it. You couldn't bear to see me crying that day... I'll never forget that day... I've never cried so much... almost 3 hours of crying before I finally went to sleep... if it wasn't for bro and you, I'd feel so lost that day and God knows what I would have done! And I won't forgive Aunt for that day... I never will. Til today when I recall the whole incident, I cry...cos you cried along with me that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I love you, Mummy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114752449237271523?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114752449237271523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114752449237271523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114752449237271523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114752449237271523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-i-had-pretty-nice-day-today-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114744936680777254</id><published>2006-05-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:28:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; and probably you're the only one who knows the proper pronounciation of my name...and refuses to call me Sarah no matter what...I still don't get it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was chatting with a relative-to-be of mine...found out that to obtain a Degree in Medicine you take 5 years! Tats long!! In NUS, tat is. He's super brainy. *no comments* Oh yeah, my doctor-wannabe! Haha and he's handsome! So imma throw the apple away once he becomes a qualified doctor! Hahahaha. Okay tats enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; still not quite like you... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset. My CATS group isn't working well at all. &lt;i&gt;She&lt;/i&gt; comes up with excuses after excuses. What the hell man... It's a groupwork, everyone has a freaking part to play, cut the crap lah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. *chill chill*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet Pebbles to go National Library tomorrow for the Bauhaus research. Afterwhich, at about 2pm, we're meeting the rest at 2pm, to go to Singapore Museum, as mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, day out with mum and bro again. BUT my CATS groupmate HAD to spoil my Sunday... so im gonna meet them first before heading off to Jade with mum and bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go...my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... feels empty.. somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114744936680777254?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114744936680777254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114744936680777254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114744936680777254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114744936680777254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-probably-youre-only-one-who-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27927907.post-114736600811553327</id><published>2006-05-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:11:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay new blog!! Yes, yayyy!!! *jumps high up in the air!* Kay, bluff. I guess this should be my blog...as of now =) keep tagging okay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm... first and foremost, welcome! (Ok kinda bland). Uhmm...my entry for today is in livejournal actually... so if you wanna you can view it there! Other than that, well currently chatting with my crazy classmates (so love 'em, plus Donkey also lah!)...and researching on the whole Bauhaus thingy.. &lt;i&gt;so not easy breezy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some plans at noon... and then online conference at nite with my &lt;i&gt;oh so not semangat &lt;/i&gt;CATS groupmates... nooo... I should like CATS. &lt;b&gt;I so love CATS &lt;/b&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm feeling slightly unwell, betta get some sleep now...Chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst! will be uploading stuffyz on my front page soon! =) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27927907-114736600811553327?l=chiqalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/feeds/114736600811553327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27927907&amp;postID=114736600811553327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114736600811553327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27927907/posts/default/114736600811553327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiqalife.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-new-blog-yes-yayyy-jumps-high-up.html' title=''/><author><name>desichiqa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
