<?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-33108171</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:34:17.078-07:00</updated><category term='parenting.'/><category term='Incredible India'/><category term='babies'/><category term='escapades'/><category term='arts'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='perverts'/><category term='books'/><category term='chingay 2008'/><category term='God'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='death'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='accident'/><category term='australia'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Deepavali'/><category term='mt faber'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='people'/><category term='one tree hill'/><category term='airshow 2008'/><category term='pests'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='family'/><category term='tv'/><category term='driving'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>a lil bit of this, a lil bit of me`</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2965604431783676938</id><published>2009-07-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:06:30.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have &lt;a href="http://stainedbrokenstrings.wordpress.com/"&gt;moved&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2965604431783676938?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2965604431783676938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2965604431783676938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2965604431783676938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2965604431783676938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8347811601280355502</id><published>2009-05-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:40:02.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SgkZ_e0RCkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cTV0Rs-IP6o/s1600-h/holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334823811991800386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SgkZ_e0RCkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cTV0Rs-IP6o/s320/holiday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I so want to do the above. Obviously in another country. In other words, I want to go on a vacation! Suguna went to Japan, Gaya went to Melbourne and they have been raving about it. I want to go to Japan and Melbourne tooo! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I went for my TP test yesterday and I failed. Sighs. Those who have done their driving knows that if you strike the kerb during the narrow course (S-course, crank course) you will get 10 points. And I strike the kerb twice. Bleh! The best part is during my warm-up I did perfectly fine. Sighs. Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I counted and realized that if i had not striked the kerb, I would have passed! Damnn itt! Ok la, must admit that I was freaking out inside as well. Hahah. Can't blame me ok! Oh well, my aim is to get it before my birthday and I know I can fulfill it! On a random note, my tester was/is a nice man. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways, can someone remind me again why chewing gum is banned? Cause I think some people forgot the reason. I took bus 961 yesterday near Bukit Timah and I felt something drop on my head. Thinking the air-con was leaking I just brushed my hair one side. Nearing to Woodlands, I realized I had a bit of gum stucked on my hand. Thought I must have got it from holding the handle or something. But to my horror today morning, I found some gum on my HAIR!!!! Thank god I managed to get it removed and not chop it off. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways! A much better update will be done soon! I promise. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8347811601280355502?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8347811601280355502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8347811601280355502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8347811601280355502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8347811601280355502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-so-want-to-do-above.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SgkZ_e0RCkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cTV0Rs-IP6o/s72-c/holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4845723963512504886</id><published>2009-03-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:08:24.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something happened to my earlier blogskin =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, did this quiz after spotting this on Gaya's blog. Seems quite accurate. A bit freaky too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get to Know Yourself Better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. ( &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. ( &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;True True&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. (&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow! That's exactly how I feel too!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(yep!)&lt;/span&gt; . Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Personality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;//UPDATES//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been ok. As usual can't wait for this module to finish. This time is not intensive and surprisingly I am missing the intensive classes. Maybe cause I can expect to finish the module within 2 weeks. But with the current one, my module will only end on Apr 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have booked my TP and spent a bomb on my revision classes. It better be worth it. Hahaha! Will let you guys know when I have passed &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, managed to meet Durgz for our much-awaited meet up. Actually it wasn't pre-planned but those are the ones that tend to remain in your memories. =) Headed to Gelare and had a real fun time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264011605506530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5E8PF9eeI/AAAAAAAAA2E/scRhs3jIEEM/s320/23032009669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264420048673730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5FUAqZm8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/G6q7atnJjYs/s320/23032009671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First she combs her hair.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264539843184194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5Fa-7oxkI/AAAAAAAAA2U/UvCqa5VKBsc/s320/23032009672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then she adjusts her fringe using the screen of her MP3 as a substitute of a mirror. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264955375415298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5FzK6PcAI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mRQPq_RbkkA/s320/23032009673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these just to take this picture. Tsk...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318265278338686994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5GF-Cr4BI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Y234k8y085Q/s320/23032009674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318266528677581714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5HOv6tU5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/MOscKhrHoSE/s320/23032009675.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318266695209383442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5HYcS-9hI/AAAAAAAAA20/AShwOzAhyEM/s320/23032009677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIM classmates came over last Sunday to do our project and they ended up staying over unexpectedly. Yesterday they came over again and this time they brought their clothes as well cause they were overnighting too! But these cuties were so sweet to buy a whole load of stuff for my house cause they felt bad to come empty-handed. Aiyoh! We all slept at 5am after doing project work and most got up in the afternoon for a spread mom prepared for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the pics taken yesterday in the wee hours in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left to Right: Alice, Clara, James, Chinghau (my wonderful classmates, friends =) )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318281983005882402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5VSTxs-CI/AAAAAAAAA28/ozSMpVKA2ys/s320/28032009682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318282476536556402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5VvCUla3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/o6-YvZH17g0/s320/28032009684.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The stuffs that they bought. Most of it are going to be finished by the boyfriend. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318283016083706946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5WOcSplEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_eBZtITOdcs/s320/28032009685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby and I were able to meet over the past few weeks though I was juggling work and school but I guess even a few minutes do count. Yesterday was our 4 years anniversary. Wow, time definitely flies. We had our ups and downs and I am glad that he still chose to stay with me despite my countless break-ups I initiated. Yeap, apparently I don't think before I talk when I am angry. I am glad that he's the level-headed guy in the relationship for the right things but some can be exceptional eg:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BF: Baby, I ask you one question ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK!&lt;br /&gt;BF: What's the female name for papaya?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh? Hmm... papayee? &lt;- don't even ask! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BF: NO! MAMAya..&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinks why did I even bother calling him?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BF: Baby, what is the dish that only children can eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: erm.. heinz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BF: NO! It's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;CHILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Grrrrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I am grateful for the daily dosages of love he never fails to give even if I am angry. I am glad he finds me pretty even though I just woke up with an oily nose. I am glad that he always keeps my feelings in mind first before saying anything. I am glad for him not commenting on any girl for the past 4 years even though I have done it. Haha. I am proud that his love has never wavered and has increased even more. At the end of it, I am glad that he's mine. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318283463866678674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5WogabfZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/b8Hj6BJtAg0/s320/baby_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 4 years baby! Life's been a bliss with you =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Can't wait to meet Gaya tomorrow! She's gonna feed me pancakes and make me a happy little girl! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4845723963512504886?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4845723963512504886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4845723963512504886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4845723963512504886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4845723963512504886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-happened-to-my-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Sc5E8PF9eeI/AAAAAAAAA2E/scRhs3jIEEM/s72-c/23032009669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4683141687554880595</id><published>2009-03-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:37:47.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311216947822390594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbU7rIv87UI/AAAAAAAAA08/-zCZHZPubTU/s320/red_balloon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(credit: Deviant Art)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello everyone! I am back and I know not many people read this blog or maybe they just don't tag me. But anyhoo, I know you guys are getting sick of how busy I was to blog &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but but but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that's the truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Caught a couple of movies this month with the girlies and my baby. Watched &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's Not That Into You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Meenz and Durgz and I must say I enjoyed the movie. Drew's friends were so funny and though it was funny, there was a painful truth beneath all. Just because a guy is there for you and does things for you doesn't necessarily mean he's into you until he says it. Hmm.. speaking of the movie, I just realized Durgz has not uploaded the pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I LOVED it. Loved the dog most and as usual being animal lovers, baby and I ended up tearing towards the end. It was even more embarrassing because the bf's eyes were red and he kept sniffling here and there. Looked like we had an arguement and he's crying.. Sighs. Well, after watching the movie we decided we are not going to get any animals as we will get too emotionally attached to it and will probably end up in depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it was very interesting. Hate the part where the bad guy(forgot his name) will burn the small boy's eyes to make him blind. It's to make him look more pitiful so that he will earn more money by begging. It was so damn painful watching it. I am not going to say more in case anyone hasn't watched it yet. But if you have the time, you should go watch the movie. Worth the money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met babyboo to watch &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Bloody Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday at Causeway Point not before meeting Durgz and her sis a couple of minutes as they were there to shop. My Bloody Valentine is really bloody and damn gory. Got a mild headache after watching it. The storyline is quite vague. Overall, an ok show only. Because I had a bad Saturday, baby bought this gorgeous Mickey cushion at More Than Words to cheer me up! Currently, it's at my office. Heh. Love you baby! It definitely did cheer me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had some time on our hands, decided to walk back home. Found a nice bench near my place and sat there. The last time we sat there was during our first year. Haha. So anyway, we spent some time talking quality stuff and I just hope everything planned goes smoothly. Just keeping my fingers crossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, picture time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Valentine's Day 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311222993513959570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVBLCtJUJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/lgi1LMZUrh4/s320/14022009604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Vday gift for him - French Connection watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311223290913266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVBcWmqnII/AAAAAAAAA1M/3_aCTdVVphU/s320/14022009610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Jurong Point's Anjappar's Restaurant. Those the service was bad, the food kinda made up for it. Pardon the tired me, as I only had 3-4hrs of sleep the previous night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My new hair colour plus a temporary hairstyle which lasted less than 48 hours. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311224834350353522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVC2MWvjHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1iRhvS_4cwo/s320/06032009654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225019749831090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVDA_BbEbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/2ZpHrRnFoDI/s320/06032009658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225388864422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVDWeFMwyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JlJjf6qjvNk/s320/06032009659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Random Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311226203544984706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVEF5ALnII/AAAAAAAAA1s/C6-x1C--KDY/s320/17022009622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311226562108986754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVEawwgFYI/AAAAAAAAA10/MgI2UNuzVnU/s320/17022009624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311227293643931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbVFFV8BfbI/AAAAAAAAA18/bkAuKFcxA_M/s320/07022009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think I shall end it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, c'ya peepz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4683141687554880595?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4683141687554880595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4683141687554880595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4683141687554880595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4683141687554880595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2009/03/credit-deviant-art-hello-everyone-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SbU7rIv87UI/AAAAAAAAA08/-zCZHZPubTU/s72-c/red_balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5017226304517526433</id><published>2009-02-18T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:26:32.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a long hiatus and I know that. This might sound like a repetition but it's not that I do not have anything to blog, but I just have no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, my last class ended on Monday and I am enjoying my well-deserved holiday minus the work. Lol. I am finally able to breathe again and know what is it like to be back home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been going on great for me. I really enjoy my classes and my classmates especially. They are fun bunch to be with. My academic results are good as well. Currently have 2 distinctions, aiming for HD(high distinction) too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much of events that has happened so far. Try to recall as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese New Year Chalet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun fun fun!! It was with my bestie's family and I had loads of fun especially in Wild Wild Wet. Sadly I got more darker! Sighs. But nothing can beat the fun, the BBQ and the games especially. My dad was on an extra high and was very noisy. Surprisingly, my mom came out of her shell and sang together with the rest when we had a song competition between the young ones and the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thaipusam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaipusam '09 was fantastic. Started out with the mom and I travelling in the back of a lorry together with bestie's family at the wee hours in the morning. Damn shiok. Don't understand certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do people rush and try to cut queue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Lord Murugan is still going to be at the same place at the Tank Road temple. It's not as if he's going to be taken away, so why bother to cut queue? Do it slowly and think about the goodness of Lord Murugan and I am sure it will be worth the walk rather than cutting the queue, hitting people and not even saying 'sorry' or ;excuse me'. Goodness! Wonder why do such people resort to such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really looking forward to Vday because my major presentation was due that day! But got it over and done with school by 4pm! Rushed to meet babyboo who was waiting patiently at Clementi Mrt Station with a bouquet of tulips and a present. Sadly, I couldn't buy anything beforehand so headed to JP first. Was contemplating between a watch and shoe and decided on watch finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got him a gorgeous French Connection watch which he loves! And baby got me this big teddy bear which I have affectionately named as 'Backside'. Backside is being a real &lt;em&gt;backside&lt;/em&gt; cause he's distributing his fur everywhere! Headed to JP's newly opened Anjappar and though the service wasn't up to my expectations, the food was. Had great early dinner and headed to my aunt's place for another round of biryani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really think much and I think I might be having writer's block or maybe I just need to sleeep!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet up with the girls and Gaya! Need my daily dosages of my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload pics soon, pls bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with a better post! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5017226304517526433?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5017226304517526433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5017226304517526433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5017226304517526433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5017226304517526433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-took-long-hiatus-and-i-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3304432087031320233</id><published>2009-01-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:05:40.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahem. Happy New Yearrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok lah, I know I am &lt;s&gt;way&lt;/s&gt; a bit off the calendar but it's the thought that counts right. Hehe. Well, I am not going to go into a reflection of 2008 or a 2009 resolution post. This year's motto will be something quite different. I am just going to be random and type whatever that comes into my head. I will try my best to keep the happenings of '09 in chronological order. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's New Year was spent somewhat different apart from the usual routine at my paternal grandma's house, I spent my New Year with my 2nd family which is my bestie's family side. It's also different as this is the first time I am celebrating without my parents. Tried to spend most of the time on the eve with them and left to my bestie's sis-in-law's house around 10pm. It definitely helped that she stays close to Woodlands. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since all of us were vegetarian, we opted for vegetarian steamboat and I got some snacks and got chocolates. All of us were to perform something and boy was that fun. It was really good to know all of us were able to countdown to the New Year together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some of the pictures we took for viewing pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punetha Akka and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811256056054626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWy8zjLcA2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wW3NC4INcI8/s320/P1010090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kirthi and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811898582453746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWy9Y8xqzfI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3rO48oDnJIM/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290812342762508738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWy9yzeckcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/i4Klb1QpIYM/s320/PC310072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290812760445440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWy-LHd0UbI/AAAAAAAAAx0/qEyvXW_Lr8U/s320/PC310082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bestie and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290813056904979650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWy-cX3R5MI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Cc3ya3VWtRQ/s320/PC310080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Reached home in the morning. Did my prayers and waited for baby to come over. Surprised him with his New Year's gifts courtesy of the parents. haha. And boy did he love it! Later did I get to know that baby had actually planned to surprise me on the eve of New Year by coming down close to midnight. haha. Too bad I had made plans already. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started school on Monday and it has been a busy busy time for me since then. I just have so many things on my plate now that it doesn't seem funny anymore. I have no time to breathe. Knowing that you have only 4hours to sleep before you have to juggle work and school the next day is sooo depressing. Haha. But well, hard work pays off because I scored Distinction for my first module! Woo hoooo! It's intensive module for me this time round again and every other day I have an assignment to hand in. Sighs. Just got back our results for our first group assignment presentation for this module and we scored 81/100! Not bad right?? Hahha..just can't wait to finish this module and get some sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby and I have not been spending quality time since last year. Most of the time is just a movie and head back home. And this has been causing a strain on the relationship or should I say I just wasn't happy with the whole movie-home thingy. So this time I decided to have a good dinner and spend time though I badly wanted to watch 7 Pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the result..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinara Contemporary Cuisine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290817393994281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzCY0x8sQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/n6DFDwAKLcw/s320/P1070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yours Truly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290817603928525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzClC2LDCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/UnSRCboERcs/s320/P1070005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290818002929532370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzC8RPbPdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3_nsOD8XOsY/s320/P1070006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290818507954761426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzDZqm0rtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Oi3x_438S9c/s320/P1070008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290818689521643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzDkO_vcAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FoYX_VCxTgs/s320/P1070009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290818935447429906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzDyjJBIxI/AAAAAAAAAys/A78ZXWt8Ods/s320/P1070011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290819652453275442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzEcSMiFzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/yPIYeGMX3Cs/s320/P1070018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290819888533103666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzEqBqWZDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5KyjgsiUIes/s320/P1070020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290820221371105426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzE9ZlHQJI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pGV_vBVv0-E/s320/P1070039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290820684578850418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzFYXKchnI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_GYOM77SuEY/s320/P1070070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290821304480146002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzF8cebolI/AAAAAAAAAzU/X09QVW3mHoQ/s320/P1070076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290821448103625698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzGEzg8A-I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Bnbud81dZWk/s320/P1070077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290821654724173922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzGQ1PHYGI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eBxie7PU_5E/s320/P1070079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290821933291523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzGhC-vzjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SCh8Q3vRqBw/s320/P1070080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290822595833775058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzHHnJIQ9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/dsYl-1UAiBI/s320/P1070086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290823006878052514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzHfiZuMKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/TUE4cFd9X8E/s320/P1070088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290823209327015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzHrUlUNgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/hARxl-xwRBU/s320/P1070090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290823471293137570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWzH6ke6AqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/nY55QBIUk2I/s320/P1070092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And we ended up in Haagen Daaz for dessert. Boy we took so much of photos that we lost count. It was a much awaited day for the both I must say. We definitely made up for the outings and photos we couldn't take for last year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am yet to meet up with my girlies and another round of photos and more photos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 1am and I am having writers block!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's still photos of '08 to be upload as well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till the next time I am free, see ya ard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3304432087031320233?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3304432087031320233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3304432087031320233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3304432087031320233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3304432087031320233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SWy8zjLcA2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/wW3NC4INcI8/s72-c/P1010090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7491478012741281280</id><published>2008-12-21T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:08:55.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaaranam Aayiram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of talking going about this movie and I am glad it's for the better. Firstly, cause I am Surya's fan and secondly cause the movie is absolutely mind-blowing! For once, Kollywood has not given us any typical masala mix and it's really refreshing to see such movies in the cinemas. Makes it feel worth it for the 10 bucks that you paid. Some parts between Divya and Surya reminded me of baby and me. The way she said she waited 5 years for him. haha. Coincidentally, baby took 5 years to tell me that. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, absolutely love the song 'Annal Melai Pani Thuli'. It's also a plus point that all songs from Vaaranam Aayiram is pleasant for the ears. Went to watch it with Meenz and Durgz first then followed by watching it with the boy a couple of weeks later. Pictures are in Durgz blog for your viewing pleasure. Hehe. Time to meet up with those two. Missing them already. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karthigai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took leave on this day to go see Kavadis at Tank Road temple. By the time I got back, think I got a shade darker man. It was freaking hot but of course the company made it a joy to be with on that auspicious day. Don't have much of the photos as I did not bring my camera. Managed to get a couple from Durgz only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my fav.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282281559421509122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU5vF3DqXgI/AAAAAAAAAws/2mhnUmWGjP0/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, pics are Durgz blog (&lt;em&gt;i think&lt;/em&gt;) for viewing pleasure. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bhajans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bhajans has been going on wonderful. It's Lord Ayyappan's season and this whole month has been filled with bhajans, bhajans and loads of bhajans. Practically all our weekends are booked and it feels damn good to be singing for God and to be of service for him. Can't wait for the 28th as it is a very big event for the group and the best part it falls on my dad's birthday, even better!! Can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks Madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Gaya on Sunday despite my busy schedule. See the love I have for you Gaya! Hahha. Anyways, met up with her at the newly extended Jurong Point and though I was a tad disappointed I couldn't walk around but it's ok. Starbucks is all what Gaya and I needed. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ordered our current fav Green Tea Frappe and &lt;s&gt;gossiped&lt;/s&gt; chatted the night away. Well not the night away, as we added something different to our usual routine. We decided to take the risk and watch SRK's latest movie and I must say I wasn't disappointed. Like Meenz said, it was a 'feel-good' movie and I agree. This I can upload the pictures as most was taken in my cam. :) High time I should bring my camera out more often man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284563567647538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU5x0uX6mzI/AAAAAAAAAw0/NsnxVMYC2y0/s320/PC140472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284740319922450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU5x_A08SRI/AAAAAAAAAw8/J_wf18RGLlI/s320/PC140473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282285022927075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU5yPdnvOkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WLiehlhAbFg/s320/PC140478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282285655886159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU5y0Tk8X0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/uso5AGFfSj4/s320/PC140492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing her already. Can't wait for the next Starbucks session babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby: I am gonna plant bomb under your chair&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU WANT ME TO DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Baby: . water bomb la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby: Bee..which veg is homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Bewildered*....hmmm cucumber??&lt;br /&gt;Baby: Giggling...NO! it's tou&lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Realized why boys don't grow up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282287380375482418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU50YrzPMDI/AAAAAAAAAxU/zi1sYMPyF3w/s320/P9130799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I miss you my green man ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7491478012741281280?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7491478012741281280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7491478012741281280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7491478012741281280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7491478012741281280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/12/vaaranam-aayiram-theres-lot-of-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SU5vF3DqXgI/AAAAAAAAAws/2mhnUmWGjP0/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8366371055865861653</id><published>2008-12-04T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:08:13.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/STjhKniNf4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/hYEAeCi6YFc/s1600-h/P3020099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276214535991951234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/STjhKniNf4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/hYEAeCi6YFc/s320/P3020099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I Love You BabyBoo Precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And, that is all that matters (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8366371055865861653?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8366371055865861653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8366371055865861653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8366371055865861653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8366371055865861653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-babyboo-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/STjhKniNf4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/hYEAeCi6YFc/s72-c/P3020099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6918535584421589732</id><published>2008-11-28T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:12:24.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't intending on blogging not because I don't have anything to blog about but because there's just so many things that I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post was sparked off by a news article that I read couple of days back. Not an old school news but a pretty fresh one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Muslims in Malaysia may be barred from practising yoga if they engage in Hindu 'religious elements' during the exercise, a top Islamic cleric said yesterday."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my only question. Yoga is seen as a form of 'exercise' and way to de-stress and relax. How would that affect your religion unless you yourself know that you can be swayed to another religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think repetition of 'OM' will affect your religion then go and do other forms of yoga. Not all use the word 'Om'. I find this argument baseless and the ban really unnecessary. It just doesn't make any sense. Some people are just so free to sit down and pick on stuffs that is so trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I repeat, I am not against the Muslim/Malay religion but I just cannot agree with the decision made to ban Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that this year had some really nonsensical news like barring of women to buy vegetables like cucumber in markets, cartoons accused of promoting of bisexual relationship in&lt;br /&gt;like Spongebob and Sesame Street. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I have been real busy with my school and work. I just don't even have time to breathe. Now I am having intensive classes with the RMIT lecturers which takes up 3 weekdays and 1 full weekend, Sat, from 9am to 5pm. And it's going to be like that until May '09 after which will be taken by the local lecturers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lecturer I am having now is very disoriented. She just can't simplify her terms properly and always ends up confusing us even more. I have a project presentation due on Monday, class test on Thurs and essay assignment due on Dec 15. God bless me. After that, I am having my much awaited holidays from Dec 4 all the way to Jan 5. Yay! Not forgetting the essay due date on the 15th. Sighs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom has watched Vaaranam Aayiram with her sister!! How sad. Hopefully I get to watch it this Sun with the girls. And, I am meeting my babyboo tomorrow after god knows how long. And I can predict that for the next 2 years, we won't be meeting that often cause we will be buried in school work. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have loads of photos to upload but decided not to. Those who are in my facebook can view all the recent pictures. And and and, that's it. I am gonna knock off from work soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6918535584421589732?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6918535584421589732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6918535584421589732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6918535584421589732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6918535584421589732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wasnt-intending-on-blogging-not.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3635287259220017275</id><published>2008-10-30T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:32:30.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Belated&lt;/s&gt; Happy Deepavali to All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been great. Today's is the last lesson of my first module. Exams are in two weeks time and project is due in a weeks time. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my auto driving lesson. The day I am going to slap myself for taking manual classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed my hair brown with red streaks. &lt;em&gt;I like!&lt;/em&gt; Met this black labrador dog called Hugo. He's so adorable! I wuv him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accumulated the year's cholestrol on one day - 27 October 08. Had like mutton briyani, crabs, prawns, chicken. Only vegetable was brinjal and achar. But then again, who said we had to be healthy for Deepavali? Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Meenz and Durgz after a &lt;em&gt;long long&lt;/em&gt; time on Mon, 20 Oct. As usual I was late, but hey I only came back from the temple at about 3pm after firewalking festival. So yeah, bumped into Rena and her parents but couldn't talk cause I could feel the heat of anger from Anandha Bhavan. Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun and ended up talking so much that the waiters started giving us hints to get out of the restaurant. Stupid people. But we had so much fun and I will be meeting them this Sunday to watch Aegan! And, I am still awaiting the photos from Miss Durgz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came over yesterday for his Deepavali visiting. Finally had time for ourselves after a long time without the disturbance of the green people. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo sleeepy that I can't work.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back homeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3635287259220017275?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3635287259220017275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3635287259220017275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3635287259220017275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3635287259220017275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/belated-happy-deepavali-to-all-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7541213550178975023</id><published>2008-10-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:15:18.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a feeling that this is going to be a real random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Om Shakthi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting has started off with a good note but not with the certain misunderstandings with some people. If it's meant to be, it will be. All these are common in life. It's how we go through the struggle and not admit defeat. Looking forward to the rest of the bhajans that is in stored for us throughout Navarathiri and Kumbuduthanam! We can do it guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get your As, Bs, Cs and Ds right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started off with a good note as well! Most of classmates are nice and friendly though I am more closer to a couple of them which will be the group I will be working with for my assignment. Our first class assignment was given on the first day of lecture and we were supposed to hand in on the day itself.  The first section was very easy, testing our knowledge on the differences of words eg: weather, whether. But when we turned to the second page, I thought I was learning a different language. Words that I have never seen or heard of before. And to make it more difficult it was an individual assignment. Somehow we handed in and are still awaiting our marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came our second class assignment on last Tuesday. We were supposed to write what's the goal we want to achieve in PR? What do we hope to accomplish and where we want to be? What are the several objectives that you have to do in order to reach your goal? My lecturer said it wasn't compulsory for everyone to do as not all are interested in PR line. They might want to do Advertising, Marketing etc. And also, he said that out of the 8 class assignments that are given we are supposed to choose the best 4 at the end to add up with the total score. I was half contemplating whether to do or not and just decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I was expected to hand in. Great. Quickly typed something on word and printed it out at my office. I reached my school very early and was looking at my friends' papers and theirs were more longer and I was like shit. Handed in before class started and after our break when we were at our another assignment, my lecturer went around passing the papers! When I got my paper, I was so upset cause I saw a D. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my another classmate got a HD which meant High Distinction and I was trying to console myself that maybe D meant Distinction and not like Failed or something. But my another classmate burst my bubble and said, "cannot be lah." I decided to just go down and ask him on the pretext of handing up my assignment and he said, "This is not your A, B C, D grade. D means Distinction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoooooo! I got Distinction for something I came up within 30minutes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Durgz but she couldn't make it so decided to catch it with babyboo. Didn't really live up to my expectations. The songs were nice but it got quite annoying especially in intense scenes and suddenly Meryl starts singing. I want to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nights in Rodanthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which will be out a couple of days before my fast finishes. Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stuffed from lunch that I feel like puking everything out. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7541213550178975023?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7541213550178975023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7541213550178975023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7541213550178975023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7541213550178975023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-feeling-that-this-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1713241896095223750</id><published>2008-09-22T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:59:30.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: This post might be a little backdated &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attended Samarpanam by SIFAS (Singapore Indian Fine Arts Society) at RP. Rohsini was performing and the little one (Ashiwin) came to stay over the day before. The first half of the show was all about classical singing and music instruments like tabla, mirdangam, sitar, veena and more. It was pleasant to the ears especially those who love the arts. After the prize-giving ceremony, the 2nd half was a dance segment on the birth of Lord Murugan and how he conquered evil and how he became the husband of two wives. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The dance was absolutely mind-blowing. Mindless to the aching of my sore butt for having sat for more than 3hours, I was dumbstruck by the vibrant colours that filled the stage and the dance movements. Made me regretted as to why I quit classical dancing and singing after learning it for 6 years. DAMN! The pictures will be uploaded soon! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing that turned me off was the way the upper level handled this whole process. Firstly, this event was free and to add on it was free seating. The time was clearly stated. So obviously those who want good seats came first. In the itinery book, it was stated that it will finish at 8.30pm. I had to go to the ladies and when I was about to go out, RP's ushers told me that once I went out, my seat will be taken out because others are outside waiting to get seat. I am like wth? You mean you want me to pee in my seat? I could not blame them cause apparently it wasn't their fault. One of SIFAS's upper hand lady was doing all these nonsense. She was getting people to sit on the steps and wherever she had empty seats, she would get someone to seat. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come on, where's the sense in here? We made the effort to come early to appreciate your show and yet you give those latecomers the seats? I was damn pissed. Ashiwin was hungry so I told my dad to bring him out to give him food and I will stay near the exit so that when they come in, I can let the RP ushers know. Then when I went to the ladies(&lt;em&gt;obviously I can't be tolerating&lt;/em&gt;)and got back, this male RP usher refused to let me in. Thank god this girl remembered me and told him. Pushing past all those ladies who was fighting with him, I got in. Thank goodness. And mind you, the show only finished at 10.30pm. Imagined if I had tolerated? I just feel that the upper level could have handled this whole problem in a much better way. But apart from this chaos, the show was extremely wonderful. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sept 13th was my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;babyboo's birthday&lt;/span&gt;. Was crossing my fingers hoping he would not be called up and thank god he wasn't! He came over about 4plus looking all handsome and hot. We were deciding on where to go and finally decided on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No Signboard Seafood, Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;. The other branch at Vivo which we normally frequent was totally booked. Everything went smoothly. The birthday cake, to the place, the waiters/waitress and not forgetting the food. We had a sumptuous spread of fried rice, baby kailan, butter prawns, deer meat and of course chilli crab! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were so stuffed that we had to pack back a couple of prawns and crab. Those who love butter prawns, you got to try No Signboard Seafood Restaurant's one! Baby was so pampered. The waiter lighted up his candle and not only parents and I wished him but surrounding tables started clapping with us. Beside our table had this Eurasian babygirl who stole baby's heart but she was a bit cranky. No, &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; cranky that when dad went to offer her the cake she quickly got down and hugged her dad and refused to look at dad. LOL! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But 5minutes later, she was eating the strawberry and looking at baby. Baby said she smiled at him. Hahaha. And, if any babygirl smiles at him, thats it. He's all yours! Even I go unnoticed. Hmph! After that, walked around a bit and got home. I hope baby likes the gift though that wasn't what mom and I had planned. It's ok baby, we will get to give it to you on Deepavali! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, nothing much happened. Been drowning myself with driving classes since I won't be free during October. Got in touch back with an old friend. Learnt a lot of new stuffs. And right now, we are on the road to smoothening rough patches and back to old friendship. And I hope it's here to stay! She is one friend whom bestie and I have missed in our lives. It's scary how one person change drastically and you just cannot recognise them anymore. It's like a stranger standing infront of you. And it's scary how one person can smile so sweetly at you and only talk bad about you to your own best friend? How genuine. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I am too trusting. But that's me. If you want to take me for granted then by all means. I am a staunch believer in Karma and guess things happen for a reason. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is my first lesson in &lt;strong&gt;SIM&lt;/strong&gt;. Back to tutorials, lectures, welcoming projects, writing notes, meeting deadlines. Gosh, it sounds scary enough now! And my first module is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PR Practice and Writing&lt;/span&gt;. As much as I love to write, I hope this module won't change my perspective in writing. :S &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But let's look at the brighter side of things. I might write/blog (&lt;em&gt;very imp&lt;/em&gt;)better. :P &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to watch Mamma-Mia with my bestie! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am gonna start my fasting on Sep 30 for Navarathiri all the way to Oct 20 for Thimithi. Back to masala thosais and mock meat! Yay! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the start of the week. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you guys are starting on good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pocket full of sunshine to you and an extra one to my bestie. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248783535013161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SNds0Ntg65I/AAAAAAAAAwU/VNBo3rc_Qlw/s320/So_much_love_by_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Photo Credit: Deviant Art) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Miss you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and you deserve it baby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1713241896095223750?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1713241896095223750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1713241896095223750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1713241896095223750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1713241896095223750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-credit-deviant-art-warning-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SNds0Ntg65I/AAAAAAAAAwU/VNBo3rc_Qlw/s72-c/So_much_love_by_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5508400250379685139</id><published>2008-09-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:20:53.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a short break from blogging not because I wanted to but cause I did not have anything significant to blog about. Nothing great happened except for the last day of Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my birthday!! Yep Yep, born on Malaysia's National Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday that I turned 19 and now I am celebrating my 23rd? God, time passes you by fast once you are out from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the first year I blew so many candles. Of course at different places and different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful colleagues gave me a surprise treat at Swensens on Friday, 29th Aug. Below are some of the pictures we took. The rest can be seen at my Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242078102105286274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-aQpjW5oI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FmuvfaYZprQ/s320/P8280308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-Z-7YRGPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/meM7dCysH5M/s1600-h/P8280309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242077797652961522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-Z-7YRGPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/meM7dCysH5M/s320/P8280309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-ZtMZK7KI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Xqc8EUywpAA/s1600-h/P8280310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242077492982508706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-ZtMZK7KI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Xqc8EUywpAA/s320/P8280310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-ZbQg6woI/AAAAAAAAAv0/aRrjzQkQJrA/s1600-h/P8280311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242077184851100290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-ZbQg6woI/AAAAAAAAAv0/aRrjzQkQJrA/s320/P8280311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-ZC-s7GGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/LFe2GvA8_eg/s1600-h/P8280320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242076767752755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-ZC-s7GGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/LFe2GvA8_eg/s320/P8280320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-YxAb7vMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/jhpq_Hm334s/s1600-h/P8280321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242076458980719810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-YxAb7vMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/jhpq_Hm334s/s320/P8280321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-YcDFUPzI/AAAAAAAAAvc/WtO_9GvCrMQ/s1600-h/P8280322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242076098913910578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-YcDFUPzI/AAAAAAAAAvc/WtO_9GvCrMQ/s320/P8280322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the eve of my birthday, went to visit bestie's dad at TTSH as he had just underwent some knee op. After that headed down to Bishan for my mani/pedi while mom headed to Expo to meet dad, Ashiwin and all for shopping. The John Little sale &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to meet baby to watch Wall-E after my mani/pedi but sadly he smsed saying he had to report to camp for some guard duty and will only be back on Sun morning. Of course I can't deny that I felt a tad disappointed but since he already told them he won't be able to report to camp on Sun, guess they called him on Sat. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After mani/pedi, headed straight home and relaxed. About 1140pm, baby called me to book his time slot first(&lt;em&gt;tsk tsk&lt;/em&gt;). Talked to him for a while afterwhich he hung up abruptly about 5mins after 12. Thinking that someone must have called him up, I hung up too. Slowly, the wishes came, first from my mom. My mom said dad was sleeping in the hall if not he would have wished me already. I wasn't disappointed cause I know he was tired and furthermore I wanted to watch the movie in Central. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the door opened and I saw my dad singing Happy Birthday with candles lit at the back. And, I realised he was not alone, it was baby who was carrying it!! That pig had actually lied to me! Also, they told me that mom was also in cahoots with them! I was like OMG. My family is very much eligible for acting in Vasantham Central. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents got for me a beautiful card and a Lancome Perfume. Baby got for me another card with really nice touching words and a Swatch watch! Was really really surprised and touched by the gestures and gifts! Hehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day had bhajan at Yishun and then followed by a Swensens ice-cream treat for my 2nd family. But they had to rush off to some important stuff. So after a quick bite at Swensens, I got home to nap for a while. Before I know it, baby was already at home after his hair cut. And apparently, he also knocked out a while when I was napping. Hehehe. Got ready and left to Vivocity, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go India!&lt;/span&gt; We sat outside and the view was great, facing Sentosa. Ashiwin and his parents came soon after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food is a gastronomical delight. Trust me, the tandoori prawns, fish masala, lamb biryani! My god. Damn damn nice! But of course, to get good food you've got to fork out the money though I thought was quite reasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received a pair of white gold earrings and clock from Ashiwin's parents and uncle. Both essential items for me and my room! How apt! Hahaha. The cake Ashiwin's parents bought was gooood! And so was yours baby! Muacks! Again, these are just some of the photos taken. Most of it can be found in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242075425948903938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-X04F9KgI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KzfoPuAGZaU/s320/n512904128_1219080_4498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242075371724859394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-XxuF76AI/AAAAAAAAAvM/AiAhFZsOask/s320/n512904128_1219088_5830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242075251902090018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-Xqvt9iyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/oAQNnnm0JAc/s320/n512904128_1219092_6517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242075137623672434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-XkF_3RnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/40saKipzAaw/s320/n512904128_1219098_7531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after I blew off the candles both rascals on the left demanded for a chocolate piece. One even took before I got the candles out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, my birthday was filled with happiness and I managed to meet all those who are important me. That was what made it even more fulfilling. Thanks to everyone who remembered and wished me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended my orientation on the 29th. Found it ok. No games nothing. Just a brief introduction on what we will be learning and stuff. Everyone seemed to know everybody during the orientation. Met a couple of &lt;s&gt;airheads&lt;/s&gt; girls who thought that speaking with an exaggerated English accent and ooh-ing and aah-ing over spotted ex-bfs is giggly and mature and met a couple of &lt;s&gt;boys&lt;/s&gt; guys who thought that uttering profanities beside a girl is considered ubber cold. But then, met a nice girl on my way back. But not sure if she's in Year 2 or 3. School's starting on the 23th. Haiks. Guess I will fit in. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loved the weekend. Love you more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5508400250379685139?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5508400250379685139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5508400250379685139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5508400250379685139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5508400250379685139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/took-short-break-from-blogging-not.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SL-aQpjW5oI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FmuvfaYZprQ/s72-c/P8280308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7024738636855739497</id><published>2008-08-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:03:57.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SKOpAzSEz4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/1-Q-6VTqwwc/s1600-h/Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213023165763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SKOpAzSEz4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/1-Q-6VTqwwc/s320/Happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in miracles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in God's miracles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anything happened that made you believe in God's miracles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something did, for me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am full of smiles right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent in my application to SIM for a bachelor's degree in Mass Comm by RMIT and guess what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got accepted!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never in my wildest dream did I expect to get in. Because of the &lt;em&gt;not-so-good&lt;/em&gt; remarks I got from the people in SIM itself. It will be a tough fight for me cause there will be students from JCs, Polytechnics applying for the course and look at me, just a diploma and an advanced diploma from a &lt;em&gt;not-so-good&lt;/em&gt; private insititute. When I got home, the envelope was at the dining table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, you will never know till you try and boy, was it worth it or what? *beams* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering why they gave me such a big envelope and stupidly thought that they might have returned my application as well. Hahaha. But God had other plans for me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still fresh in my mind, how I read and how I reacted. Stood rooted to the ground for a good 5 minutes because I just couldn't believe it. Got my dad to read it and he was ecstatic. Wahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am over the moon as Gaya claims. And definitely I am, because it's something I have been wanting to pursue and also something I want to make my parents proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Day started of with a bang. Went to meet Durga, Punetha, Kirthi and Bhavani for lunch at Tekka and later headed down to Padang to catch the fireworks with fellow patriotic Singaporeans. It was Durga's birthday and here's wishing the 24yr old happiness, success and good health! Your present is on the way! Hahhaa. Loads of photo uploading needs to be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fast is going to end on this coming Sunday. One month has just whizzed past me and time seems to be passing by damn fast. It feels like I just started my fast not too long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it my dearies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to let you guys know and where are my tag khakis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7024738636855739497?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7024738636855739497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7024738636855739497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7024738636855739497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7024738636855739497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-believe-in-miracles-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SKOpAzSEz4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/1-Q-6VTqwwc/s72-c/Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1451021818730986554</id><published>2008-08-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:59:22.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!! Finally a new blogskin. Was getting tired of the earlier one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been good. My colleagues are damn lovely man. Just because I am vegetarian, they also eat vegetarian food with me. Haiks. I loveee them. :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Not forgotting you baby! Hhahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aadi month has started not too long ago. 3 weeks ago to be more exact. Been damn busy with bhajans. We are totally booked on weekends. There was this lady who saw us sing in one of bhajans we went last week and immediately called us to sing for her house yesterday. She just couldn't stop praising us. Hahhaa. Service to God is truly a wonderful thing to do. I am glad that I got myself involved in it. &lt;strong&gt;Where&lt;/strong&gt; I am now, &lt;strong&gt;How&lt;/strong&gt; I am now is all thanks to the One above. And I've got my bestie, &lt;em&gt;Durga&lt;/em&gt; to thank for bringing out the spiritual side in me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Dhool just now. I must say I am just disappointed with the results. Ok, I found Tridiac's dance very impressive. But I don't think Version 2.8 should have come in. Chakra's dance was innovative and something new and I thought they deserved to go through. It's just sad that more importance is given to sms voting which I strongly think got Version 2.8 in. Also, they should have told us what the judge's verdict was and which team got the highest sms vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has gotten his cert finally and not forgetting he's one of the students who received the Certificate of Merit award. I am so proud of my babylove. And I am also proud to say that he's one of the students who received 100% attendance. He has never missed one single day of school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get stuffs he needed the day before the big day. tsk tsk. Got home and attempted to learn to tie a tie. Wahahhah! Damn hilarious. But anyway, he figured out to tie a tie. Hahaha. And baby got another pleasant surprise when he got home. Sinda sent him letter awarding him some academic excellence award. And I think he really deserves it. :) *Muah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch Dark Knight. :( But can't go now. Want to finish my fasting and indulge in all these movies, threading and everything else. Hopefully, it's still screening then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby claims I think alot, I am a thinker which results in most of the arguements I have with him. hahhaa. What to do? I just can't stop myself from thinking. Sighs. Sometimes it drives me mad. Sometimes it prompts me to say I love you to him. Ok, see people, I don't tell my bf 'I love you' each time he tells me because I feel that these 3 words are damn impt. My baby can say it everytime but not me. I will tell when I feel the need to let him know. I am glad that he isn't making a big fuss out of it now and is able to understand better. :) Also, I don't always give him kisses over the phone when he gives. Again I don't see a must to give whenever he gives. I feel that its when you give a kiss or say ' I love you' from the bottom of your heart that matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that my babyboo don't mean it everytime he say. Different pple, different thinking, different mindset. It's how you compromise and embrace your imperfections that leads to wonderful, loving relationship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on...so fast and the weekend is over. Sighs. Time seems to be passing by real quick man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than one month, I am going for my driving on Wed. That's it. Gonna keep stalling the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a week of smiles and pulling through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1451021818730986554?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1451021818730986554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1451021818730986554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1451021818730986554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1451021818730986554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-finally-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6983705799987548177</id><published>2008-07-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:09:01.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to do this cause &lt;em&gt;Durga&lt;/em&gt; asked me to and because she took it from &lt;em&gt;Sindhu's&lt;/em&gt; blog. Hehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Flickr Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.&lt;br /&gt;3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to create a mosaic of the picture answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What is your favorite food? right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. What is one word that describes you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. What is your user name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SIWCYYZUNfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lzhbeQS33vo/s1600-h/mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225726298010433010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SIWCYYZUNfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lzhbeQS33vo/s320/mosaic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SIWCYYZUNfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lzhbeQS33vo/s1600-h/mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Shamini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Guess that pic best represents of my name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? right now? &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- Indian Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Also cause I am vegetarian for a month. hahah. Indian food still rocks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- SMSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(St.Margaret's Sec School. That's the parade ground of my hugeee school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Pretty in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(I am a girly girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- James Lafferty from One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(His character reminds me more of my baby. Think I have told you guys many times. And, also I think he looks a bit like my baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Vitasoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(My staple drink at work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Maldives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Chocolated coated strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Miss the ones from Esplanade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Something to do with Marketing Communcations..Events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Not sure if that has anything to do with what I want to be, but that view in my office would be great!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10. What do you love most in life? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Books and Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one word that describes you? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Bubbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your user name? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Candlesonthebeach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this most amazingly beautiful dream on Saturday on how I visited this new Hindu temple. And, we went on the roof top where they had gorgeous statues and was intricately designed and &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; all danced on the top with our costumes. The temple was damn damn nice. Don't ask me who's the we..cause me got no idea too! Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my fast for one month. Will be ending on Aug 16. Hopefully all goes on well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightly. Just felt like doing the quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6983705799987548177?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6983705799987548177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6983705799987548177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6983705799987548177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6983705799987548177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/had-to-do-this-cause-durga-asked-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SIWCYYZUNfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lzhbeQS33vo/s72-c/mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2024165383497098468</id><published>2008-07-15T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:59:44.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, how have you dearies been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to blog but then again, I've got no time or more likely I &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; make any time for blogging. Was supposed to go to Bangkok over the weekend but sadly Bangkok decided to cancel all flights on the day I am expected to be back. Oh well, there's always another time and another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy has been called up again. And he weirdly told me not to mention it on my blog. Of course which I conveniently didn't listen. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was great. Had good seafood and my fav butter prawns. :) And borrowed two tamil movies. Santosh Subramaniam which was very nice and En Arai 305il Kadavul and co-incidentally both had Prakash Raj in it. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashiwin's parents decided to surprise us on Sunday by popping over on their way back from JB. Went to meet babyboo at Jurong Point as he had the nights off and decided to make use of it by watching &lt;strong&gt;Hancock&lt;/strong&gt;. Best part of it, I didn't even know it was a super-hero movie and gave the boyfriend the puzzled look when Will Smith started flying. And he went, "You didn't know this is like those super-hero movie?". Grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say I enjoyed the movie very much. I was quite hesitant on watching it because I heard good reviews for &lt;strong&gt;Wanted&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to watch that anyway. But I came &lt;s&gt;very&lt;/s&gt; late and we had to watch Will Smith instead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's a bird nest on my plant that hangs beside my window. Btw, the plant isn't real for your info. But the chicks are damn cute. When they see you, they quickly hide inside. Took a pic of the mother sitting in. Every night, the mother comes and sit on the nest and guards it. And even though we took picture with flash, she was unfazed. Didn't move an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, my mom told me that there were not chicks inside and must have flew off already. I wasn't there when it took its baby steps. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Ipod Nano. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, who will want my Samsung MP3 Player? Aarrrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2024165383497098468?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2024165383497098468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2024165383497098468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2024165383497098468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2024165383497098468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-so-how-have-you-dearies-been-been.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3438843132797877375</id><published>2008-07-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:55:01.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some overdue pictures from my cousin's wedding reception at Amara, Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926316642722850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDnVCEz5CI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TifqXa0t08I/s320/21062008188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDmvhLlybI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dpTJuGngWs4/s1600-h/21062008189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925672157628850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDmvhLlybI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dpTJuGngWs4/s320/21062008189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we waited for the guests to be seated, the early birds were entertained by beautiful sitar and tabla music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925316357894498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDmazuUsWI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KVWbgqPcHgA/s320/21062008186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls outing at Vivocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I look more interested to eat the ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924764575200850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDl6sLE9lI/AAAAAAAAAi8/b8GBGC9ao50/s320/P6240572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's butt is more sexier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924125199845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDlVeUHSgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/CNWBaWe5ohQ/s320/P6240573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923740864592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDk_GjcuzI/AAAAAAAAAis/WVgmdp1j9z8/s320/P6240576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923230243748930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDkhYV8_EI/AAAAAAAAAik/MHNDaBtfF4o/s320/P6240580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Ashiwin's house. The boy turns 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922949753284002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDkRDb0JaI/AAAAAAAAAic/iB7-sx-Da8s/s320/P6260616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Babyboo and Roshini ( Ash's sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922519220280306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDj3_kv2_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Hbs8vAOt4mg/s320/P6260620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The birthday boy wearing what Sanju bought for him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922140897660722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDjh-NmzzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/LGJFQ-q128U/s320/P6260625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Apparently, he was shy. But failed to realise that we have all seen him naked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921846572567330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDjQ1xCSyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/jr9Wch8bWzI/s320/P6260630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921514319183714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDi9gBp_2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/JpWvhpRetcM/s320/P6260632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My dad wanted to take photo with him. So he squatted down and Ashiwin took this chance to sit on his lap. My dad lost his balance and both ended on the floor laughing. Hahha. I like this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921017869153042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDigmmvsxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/BVzWZFX08ig/s320/P6260641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219920679212577554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDiM5AucxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/m_F-v8ACC4Y/s320/P6260640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After he found out that I took photos of him with his underwear on, he told me to delete it. Hahah. Fat hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another girls outing at Thai Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219920003152902098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDhlifid9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/wQ2Aaz6_de8/s320/P6270652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thana and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919678966984546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDhSqzl72I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ib3WiRxrri8/s320/P6270654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919166116121138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDg00SayjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/m3WPEc0tSqA/s320/P6270661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No comments. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918647971446770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDgWqDGf_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rt8JZfhMTcc/s320/P6270663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918375850037378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDgG0UTUII/AAAAAAAAAhE/hR0hapFhQt0/s320/P6270666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219917986692158690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDfwKl1VOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qcfwrkljT2o/s320/P6270668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219917569172050114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDfX3NSEMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-AX4qA1UMOY/s320/P6270671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Have not been feeling well for this whole week. Sighs. Bad cough with phlegm, flu and fever. Didn't even go to work today thanks to Suguna and Aishah. Pandikutties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the weekend. Cooked sphagetti with turkey sausages and chicken with roasted onions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this weekend. More info later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. need to go and rest. Feeling lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are doing great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3438843132797877375?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3438843132797877375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3438843132797877375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3438843132797877375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3438843132797877375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-overdue-pictures-from-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SHDnVCEz5CI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TifqXa0t08I/s72-c/21062008188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4951056607047132993</id><published>2008-06-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:59:24.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, the post I have been wanting to blog ever since I got back from Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; Picture Overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on the 6th at night and though I was feeling nostalgic about the whole trip, I wouldn't deny that I was hoping it would be a memorable one. And, memorable indeed. My funny bones was tickled endlessly by the jokes of Dj Rafi and Raja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of Raja wasn't that good. Of course I was quick to judge. Within the second day, everyone conversed with each other and we became one big family of 68 people. We landed in Brisbane on Saturday morning, 10plus if I'm not wrong. Was a bit jet-lagged after the 7 hour flight. We went for a city tour first before checking in to our hotel, Mantra Legends located at Surfers Paradise, Gold Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in, we had our lunch just opp our hotel and headed back to rest for our evening event. We were to head to Conrad Jupiter for an extravagant show. Sadly, no cameras were allowed. But, it was one damn good breath-taking show. One that will stay in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217331449256865106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGevT3xt7VI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1FZk46fRd3k/s320/P6070015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's our view from our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217331115413091602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGevAcHKNRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WuRkk4FkqH4/s320/P6070032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217330698221360690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeuoJ85ljI/AAAAAAAAAgM/OwmI8kTxlCU/s320/P6080058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to &lt;strong&gt;Movie World&lt;/strong&gt; and there my dad, Rafi and Raja played most of the thrilling rides we could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeuRV4864I/AAAAAAAAAgE/QxRD4s2zjyQ/s1600-h/P6080063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217330306289036162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeuRV4864I/AAAAAAAAAgE/QxRD4s2zjyQ/s320/P6080063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Super-man Rollercoaster. Damn terrifying ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217329002273720946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGetFcDeSnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/gP0mN69mw6w/s320/P6080070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217328748327732050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGes2qCCA1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/BdTsQAzt_xY/s320/P6080071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217328405191783714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGesirwC9SI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5AgLhsirnBs/s320/P6080072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217328166802627090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGesUzrpGhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/R0OIKDKqdmo/s320/P6080073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217327865224544946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGesDQN0wrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0pNDeoa13ng/s320/P6080078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217327325768734530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGerj2liV0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/SNQDm0zZp5M/s320/P6080085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217326624809564226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeq7DT2OEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6DFPC__HbLc/s320/P6080088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217326337717913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeqqVz3SDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LNAPmHB27cs/s320/P6080090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Movie World, we headed back to the hotel for a brief rest and headed to &lt;strong&gt;Australian Outback Spectacular&lt;/strong&gt; where they would feature horseshows in an auditorium setting with built-in tables so we could dine and watch the show at the same time. Cameras were not allowed for this too. We could only take it outside. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325998151360082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeqWk043lI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lWmbC9InQoA/s320/P6080106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, it's not like I have not seen a rainbow before. But thought it was kinda nice feeling to see a rainbow even though you're in some foreign place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325482179056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGep4irgVGI/AAAAAAAAAes/nL0MScac0_4/s320/P6090119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gabrielle Shivani(Gabby). One of the most beautiful girls I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325180233688146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGepm92HpFI/AAAAAAAAAek/w_90CZ9AnQY/s320/P6090121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217324864164579986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGepUkZXypI/AAAAAAAAAec/lGwkJ_qdn9g/s320/P6090136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place has a beautiful view but it was damn damn cold cause it had just rained. And, to top it off it was freaking windy. At this point, my face felt it was left in the freezer for 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217324591337015970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGepEsCNiqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5wOULNV8kpQ/s320/P6090131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice view at the Tropical Fruit Farm. I realized it will be kind of daft of me to post pictures of tropical fruits cause we can see them in Singapore. So, I will post pictures which can't be find in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217324246411147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeownFeeKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4HvEFr-xLc0/s320/P6090163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Macademia Nuts! In case you didn't know, Macadamia nuts can be found in Ferrero Rochere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217323900456104834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeoceTXc4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/5NtbXAYRMzE/s320/P6090165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was also at the Tropical Fruit Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217323567719596578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGeoJGwzQiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hczZYpE2le4/s320/P6090176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some bond they shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217323183567322258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGenyvrwvJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hPVY7GbJF6c/s320/P6090183.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was at &lt;strong&gt;Dreamworld&lt;/strong&gt;. It's called the &lt;em&gt;Town of Terror&lt;/em&gt;. The car will zoom past right up and drop back vertically. Didn't try this ride. Hahhaa, didn't have the heart for it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217322560970048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGenOgVARbI/AAAAAAAAAds/YQKP6hITKO4/s320/P6100241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a kid when I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217322168994631250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGem3sGyDlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IVi-7xj7A-g/s320/P6100244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Claw! Another freaky ride. My legs are up there as well. But not sure which one is it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217321902847744658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGemoMoa2pI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tqqhMqAcUrU/s320/P6100253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hopped on the helicopter ride at Dreamworld. Below is a bird-eye view of Dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217321552666240850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGemT0GpJ1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jDZLCtLv79w/s320/P6100261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217321273642173490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGemDkqHxDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mY2e2Olk1fs/s320/P6100270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217320969452000386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGelx3diFII/AAAAAAAAAdE/-ULBFxGp2Pw/s320/P6100274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A weighing machine. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217320551156665810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGelZhMJzdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nXygk9Jp79Q/s320/P6100277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is one anti-social Kangaroo. Kept sitting there throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217320093616425026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGek-4uDyEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rN0z2b3f8t8/s320/P6100305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217319837340197602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGekv-BC4uI/AAAAAAAAAcs/s34QDNl9Sm4/s320/P6100310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this picture was taken, this fella nicely shifted his backside with the support of his legs and turned the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217319520591321874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGekdiCOmxI/AAAAAAAAAck/_eHaizcitso/s320/P6100314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shame. These two birds they could get away with their PDA. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217319194127514242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGekKh3MOoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7HYoJUg_SqE/s320/P6100316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tasmanian Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217318960586252738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGej872nYcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Suhv9uR5IlY/s320/P6100319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dreamworld, we headed to Qdeck. One of the world's tallest residential building. A splendid view of the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217318665842833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGejrx2TuII/AAAAAAAAAcM/8ZX9Rbr_gbc/s320/P6100331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214744915418977458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF5-3yXSlLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OZOtS2Py8F8/s320/P6100337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214744527492486322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF5-hNOaFLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JjhRICWA87g/s320/P6100344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to some island. Did parasailing with my dad on the way. Another experience I will never forget. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214743751650174210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF590C_L5QI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Af4crsIVgMo/s320/P6120364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we reached the island, we had food, games and an impromptu dance floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214743305513876738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF59aFAAPQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KFpF1rJ1n_4/s320/P6120415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marked the end of a wonderful trip where new friendships were found and memories that were meant to stay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214742714051119586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF583poSyeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SczC36xD3dA/s320/P6130448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21st June, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day where my cousin got married. This was taken at 630am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214742336708824450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF58hr64TYI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IxjIz35yyeM/s320/P6210469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741934864048322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF58KS7noMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/TdXqhATPXLE/s320/P6210482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Raffles Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741439922150082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF57tfIRmsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/yY4iGbDTxX8/s320/P6210511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bride's sister with one of their dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740639490052946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF56-5SZE1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/vkQ4p1Wqs2c/s320/P6210524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740365444695490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF56u8Y4xcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1cSlBrOo_mA/s320/P6210527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740043012920914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF56cLPKVlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XmJqmy5eprI/s320/P6210532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214739616912366930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF56DX433VI/AAAAAAAAAas/-LtCvQv6AmM/s320/P6210540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At Doc Cheng's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214739204345496226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF55rW9RAqI/AAAAAAAAAak/BVZk3ctA3Ls/s320/P6210552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;During the tea-ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738899213692594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF55ZmQLLrI/AAAAAAAAAac/n5Sl7DDGwG8/s320/P6210553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At &lt;em&gt;Amara Sanctuary, Sentosa&lt;/em&gt;. This is one of the villas we girls got ready for the wedding dinner, which later I heard wasn't supposed to be ours. Ours was supposed to be one of the bigger suites. Haiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738415320038642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF549bm7_PI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PaF1ThWIjpw/s320/P6210558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738018728380578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF54mWMHiKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Dp9sCYopmxo/s320/P6210559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737708969941698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF54UUP82sI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UgUPwnzpfUg/s320/P6210560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737429986525570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF54EE9HwYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZQROIw6NXdo/s320/P6210561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22nd June, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thana's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737100043668082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF53w30nSnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CtacoyvkC1o/s320/P6220565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214736334132084418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SF53ESlD_sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ofzlQnv10pY/s320/P6220563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, there are more photos and more outings but I can't post them now. I took over 400 photos during the Australia trip. More of it can be seen in my facebook. And, I am waiting some pictures from Durga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Sajetha and Durga at Vivo. Sometimes people change either for the good or bad. There's only &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; much we can say, the rest is up to their own sense to see what they are doing result in a gain or loss. I hope time can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with babyboo to watch Kungfu Panda. It's been more than 2 months since we watched a movie together. Not only did I enjoy the company but also the movie. It was damn damn funny though some parts weren't practical. But overall, it was a very entertaining movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was Ashiwin's birthday and I have got pictures of that plus the girls outing that will be up in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday met up with Thana and Durga at Orchard for some catching up after her birthday bash. Will post pictures of that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was supposed to meet babyboo again but he got called up. Oh yeah. His school will start in October because he's awaiting result for &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;. I am so excited! Hopefully he gets it. But then again, it means more call up till Sept. Not sure if he will be around for my birthday also. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently waiting for 11th July. More info next week!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Expo on Saturday with Gaya for the Book Warehouse Sale. Saw some books which I have already read. Though this time the books weren't that impressive, I left with around 5 books for only $36! I love my books. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch much anticipated movie for most, including my dad, Dasavatharam. The movie was ok, Kamal's various roles of course left me dumb-struck. Loved the first 15mins of the movie of which they will decide whether Lord Shiva or Lord Vishnu is better. Love the first song of the movie. It's good to know that at least some people in Kollywood are thinking out of the box and coming up with new storylines or at least new type of movies compared to the normal masala &lt;em&gt;dance-around-the-coconut-tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures will be up in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4951056607047132993?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4951056607047132993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4951056607047132993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4951056607047132993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4951056607047132993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-post-i-have-been-wanting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SGevT3xt7VI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1FZk46fRd3k/s72-c/P6070015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6137782805946190474</id><published>2008-05-27T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:44:27.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, I am too tired to blog. But then again, I want to blog. Hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been quite a week for me. Went to Vivo with Gaya on Friday and met Saj and Durgz after their work. We had yummylicious Thai Express as Gaya was starving. Then later, went to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry for ice cream!! Wasn't feeling good but nevertheless, I had loads of fun with my girls. We should have more of this girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077507032494562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwmajsMMeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SNWdX3Hhpkw/s320/P5230018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full of love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077515622429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwmbDsMMfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FCZLG_I5mLY/s320/P5230025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077519917396482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwmbTsMMgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JO4LzasvzLI/s320/P5230031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saj and Me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205076132642959826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwlKjsMMdI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kU0yTU7RNUw/s320/P5230013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't feeling too good over the weekend as the cramps has finally decided to visit me. Spent the whole Saturday lazing around and plus the boy is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; in camp. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some pending photos of Newton Circus with the fav colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suguna and Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205075484102898082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwkkzsMMaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Nuav2gMl6z4/s320/P5140006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aishah and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205075496987799986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwkljsMMbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ajb4yKoyCIs/s320/P5140009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bon Appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205075505577734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwkmDsMMcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/t_A67x5TS_s/s320/P5140005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having terrible &lt;em&gt;withdrawal&lt;/em&gt; symptoms because my OTH is over!! :( And, I am beginning to miss the cast, the storyline, the anticipation for the week to be over so I can go download another episode. From what I read in the website, Season 6 will only be out in September! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think I go see the previous episodes to curb the symptoms. Sighs. &lt;strong&gt;One Tree Hill!&lt;/strong&gt; What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my mom's eldest sister's house in Thomson Road as her son is getting married in June. I can't wait for the henna night man. I saw the gifts and its absolutely wonderful! My aunt's friend helped to get the gifts from Bombay so you can imagine the bangles they are going to give as gifts during the henna night! He's marrying a Peranakan Chinese and apparently they will be having a tea ceremony after the solemnization. Sounds like fun. The whole&lt;em&gt; get-to-know-another-culture&lt;/em&gt; thingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anoushka Shanker&lt;/span&gt; is coming down to Singapore on June! And, it's quite disappointing that most of the seats are selling out fast. I love her father, Ravi Shanker's, sitar composition. Damn damn nice. Hopefully I can get good seats. Sadly, the boy doesn't like these kind of stuff and I feel bad to pull him for this though it would be just wonderful if he can make it. But what's the point of him being there when he is least interested right? He could be better of somewhere happier. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait to watch Sex and the City with Gaya and Made of Honour with my bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to get some sleep now to save energy for my event tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't seem to edit the time! It's 11.45pm btw!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too much exclamation marks. Aiyo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, I better get going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6137782805946190474?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6137782805946190474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6137782805946190474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6137782805946190474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6137782805946190474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/actually-i-am-too-tired-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDwmajsMMeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SNWdX3Hhpkw/s72-c/P5230018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8227821617085076716</id><published>2008-05-18T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:15:56.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for my driving final theory lesson on Saturday with Aishah. After I was done with the lessons, we went to the kiosk to go book for our trial test session. I entered my POSB atm card and keyed in my pin number not once but twice cause the machine claimed I keyed in the wrong number. And before I could go on to my third try, the whole damn machine got jammed. And yeap, there goes my atm card with it as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since it was abt 530pm there, there was no one to assist me and the customer service lady told me to call them today. ARGH! Thank god I still have my POSB debit card man. Quickly, called the bank and told them to cancel my atm card. I don't want to risk losing my salary man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called them today but no one answered. Guess got to ask them when I go for my driving lesson on Tuesday. Speaking about driving, Friday was the day I officially drove in public road. Goodness, it was nerve-wrecking. As it is, I still have problem with my clutch control and the damned instructor! We were reaching the bus-stop when he told me to change to gear 3 and change back to gear 2. As he was driving me out, he went so close to the bus that if the bus had just suddenly stopped, we would have definitely hit it. All driving instructors are sadist. Hmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Was supposed to meet the boyfriend at Yishun to watch Kuruvi but he msged me about 2plus and saying that he got called up again. Actually, it wasn't supposed to be his turn but apparently 6 people from the called up group took MC. Sighs. I am used to it but I will be lying if I say I wasn't a tad disappointed. It happens anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another few more weeks, then the green people would not be disturbing him for 2 years and that is what I am looking forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got bhajan tomorrow after a very long time and I am excited. It's been long since we had a proper bhajan since the passing of two wonderful souls. And I guess it's time I stop being a lazy procrastinating bum and awaken my spiritual side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to watch &lt;strong&gt;Made with Honour&lt;/strong&gt; with my bestie. And, coincidentally we both wanted to watch the movie with each other. It's just one of the movies that you feel with watching with ur girlfriends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a total seperate note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201734280845185378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDBFxLm_0WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3TkchoPE6_E/s320/Buddha_by_geckokid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Vesak Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your holiday and spend time with your loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still need to upload pictures and I am too tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My One Tree Hill episode is gonna be downloaded soon and guess what?? It's gonna end soon. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next Monday is the last episode of season 5! I have been watching since half of season 1. Sighs!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for Season 6 to come out! And if it takes too late, I might just go down to North Carolina and find for Mark(&lt;em&gt;director&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got a beautiful top from Esprit(&lt;em&gt;spirit&lt;/em&gt; - as my mom pronounces). hahah. I like. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok! My One Tree Hill episode has been downloaded!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great holiday peeps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8227821617085076716?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8227821617085076716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8227821617085076716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8227821617085076716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8227821617085076716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh-i-went-for-my-driving-final-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SDBFxLm_0WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3TkchoPE6_E/s72-c/Buddha_by_geckokid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2472572232825128654</id><published>2008-05-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:37:57.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have got nothing to write. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have many things running on my mind. Weird. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking alot. Thinking about what? I don't know. Nothing significant anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things goes in and out but nothing really stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my mind still. And that irritates the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my mind thinks too much and it takes a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I end up getting &lt;s&gt;mentally&lt;/s&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;knows it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep yesterday at first, though halfway reading I felt really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking if &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the application&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, another side of me was saying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the application&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has already been sent. No point brooding about it. But still. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet my babyboo yesterday but he got called up for a one day exercise. Stupid green people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people has been raving about Ironman. I feel like watching not because I like Ironman but just to see what's the hype all about. But he feels otherwise. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching Made of Honour tooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; mini escapade will be pushed forward to end of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I will be going to Australia in June. That Oli thingy that has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems exciting but hopefully the group I am going with is fine. And, hopefully Rafi is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a good website if couples/friends/singles/family have no idea where to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you might know. But for those who don't, click &lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like having a good massage man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bad neck pain. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved our &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cuddling sessions&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite booked for next week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got driving practical on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am meeting Naseem on Wednesday! Finally, after &lt;em&gt;many many&lt;/em&gt; years. :) Can't wait for our catch-up session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am meeting Gaya at Vivocity on Friday cause that girl wants to go shopping. Hopefully no last minute changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else wants to book me up for appts? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find a good blogskin. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Newton Circus&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday with my two fav colleagues, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Suguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was a much awaited dinner cause we have been wanting to go there for nearly 2 months already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were such pigs man. Our menu goes like this: Sambal Stingray(must), Sambal Kangkong(must), Oyster Omelette, BBQ Chicken Wings, Mee Goreng, Satay, Sugarcane with Lemon. Was damn goood man. We couldn't even walk back after all those laughing. Pictures are still in my digicam. Too lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go there with my baby especially since he's been lacking some good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am starting to have a headache from that disastrous neck pain. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy weekend dearies! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2472572232825128654?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2472572232825128654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2472572232825128654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2472572232825128654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2472572232825128654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1384069832784836347</id><published>2008-05-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:11:04.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, I would like to wish all ladies a very Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say all ladies and not specifically say mothers only is because though we aren't mothers yet, we do have something called maternal instincts. And, most women tend to be motherly to those whom they love and care most. One day we will become mothers to our own children or to others knowingly or unknowingly. So yeah, let this day be a reminder of how special women are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made full use of the weekend. :) &lt;em&gt;Had&lt;/em&gt; to get up at 9plus on Saturday cause of two phonecalls by my aunt. SIGHS. There goes my sleep. Was feeling nervous and excited cause my baby said he was going to be 'released' from camp after lunch. Everytime we plan for a meet up, something screws up. As soon as I woke up, switched on my phone expecting a last minute cancellation sms by him. But surprisingly, there was no sms. Took my shower and went to check my hp again and there was the dreaded sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Guess what..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. So you will only be 'released' at night right?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I M OUTTA CAMP LA... Wahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by 3pm, he was at my doorstep! Finally, after 1 solid month, I met him! Spend our very much-needed time at home. Poor boy was so drained from all the training that while lying down beside me and watching the hindi movie, he ended up falling asleep! Headed to Bottle Tree Park at Khatib for dinner with parents and him. The initial plan was to head to this seafood restaurant at YCK. The first time my parents and I went was when I signed up for my driving. But sadly when we reached there, we realised the shop wasn't even there anymore. So made a detour to Khatib. After fulfilling dinner, headed back home and lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Mother's day! Went to Banana Leaf Apollo Restaurant as my mom wanted to have lunch there. After another fulfilling, tummy satisfying lunch, parents and I headed to City Hall and did some mini shopping there. Got two gorgeous earrings, a pretty white top and some stuff which can't be said here. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done, it was already 6plus. Decided to head to Ashwin's place for dinner. Couldn't really eat much at the seafood place. Had a bad experience with a rude cab driver while coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we took this Citycab at Jurong West. A few minutes after we boarded, my dad asked if he could increase the aircon. Ok fine, he did. Then my dad asked if he could lower the radio as it was a bit loud. But he didn't do anything. Then my dad repeatedly called out to him and he just continued looking straight at the traffic light. He just simply ignorantly refused to lower the radio volume much less even reply to what my dad said. We got off after the traffic light and my dad has already lodged a complaint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn annoying. Now I know why some taxi drivers deserved to get beaten up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving has been ok so far. Still cannot get the hang of the clutch control but there's still improvement. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting baby tomorrow and here's to another week of work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1384069832784836347?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1384069832784836347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1384069832784836347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1384069832784836347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1384069832784836347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-i-would-like-to-wish-all-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7657041597798635103</id><published>2008-05-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:36:13.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196720003700856882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SB51T1nBmDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2ww6Lho_jys/s320/eatpraylove.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"To find the balance you want, " Ketut spoke through his translator, "this is what you must become. You must keep your feet grounded so firmly on the earth that it's like you have four legs instead of two. That way, you can stay in the world. But you must stop looking at the world through your head. You must look through your heart, instead. That way, you will know God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought this book, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;, at Kino on Friday before heading to SSDC for my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; driving practical. The book is fabulous. At certain times, I feel like I can relate to the author. I am not going to say anything about the book. If you want, you can go and get it yourself and have a good read! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196728894283159618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SB59ZVnBmEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uRIZrbf0JaQ/s320/shamz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196728984477472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SB59elnBmFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HzNJiqyKcPc/s320/shamz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196729066081851490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SB59jVnBmGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xij-78T2T9A/s320/shamz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;May Day! Made plans with Durga to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;U Me Aur Hum&lt;/span&gt; and headed to Jade togetherwith her sister. We are the only goons who will take a cab from Bugis to go to Jade. It's all Durga's fault. The movie is damn damn nice la. Reminds me of The Notebook. But I pray, from the bottom of my heart, that no couple/family should go through what they did. It's just too painful. I can't put myself in neither Ajay's nor Kajol's role. Speaking of Ajay, I have never liked him from the start and have always wondered what did Kajol see in him. But now I know. His acting was damn good man. He reminds me of Sanju a bit. His perseverance, the love he has to offer, the faith he has on the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, there is a new addition to my bestie's family on May Day. A cute babygirl was born to her sis-in-law, Kumari. Congratulations!! One thing I hate to go to Jade is because of the people there. I know that a lot of Indian Nationals go there to watch Hindi movies and again I do not have anything against them. Just that, why can't they control or discipline their kids? There was this family whose kid was running up and down the stairs and the parents just continued watching the movie. No sense of responsibility towards the child. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I went for my first driving practical. I was excited but more nervous. Saw my car number which I was assigned to and went in search for it. There were so many cars and was afraid I might get into the wrong car. Thankfully, I spotted the car just in time before I got lost in the circuit. It was good experience and though I was a nervewreck and my car engine stalled a few times, the instructor said I was pretty good for a beginner. *smiles widely* I was able to turn and still maintain in the same line which is good as I have no prior experience to handling a car before. My instructor was kind enough not to shout at me for stalling the engine a couple of times and also stopping the car abruptly thinking that I might hit the car infront. Lol. Just need some coordination in my legs for my clutch control. Oh well. Hopefully, there will be more improvement on Thurs and Fri. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196729216405706866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SB59sFnBmHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NlRTxrLChFA/s320/shamz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Met up with Gaya on Saturday at Orchard and headed to Starbucks for some girl talk. Hahh. But this time instead of spending a couple of hours talking, we did some walking and shopping! She needed to get a bag so headed to Tangs where she got this nice looking bag and we headed to Borders to do book shopping. Bookworm me got 2 books! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To Kill A Mocking Bird&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jodie Picoult's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picture Perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to start on those two since I have been having plenty of time to myself. It's been a month since I saw/met my baybeeboo. But thinking about it, it's kinda good. I mean too much of something isn't healthy, &lt;em&gt;but then again we don't really meet up very often also&lt;/em&gt; and absence makes the heart grow fonder. :) I have alot of 'me' time to myself which is what I need/want right now. This 'seperation' is healthy but if it takes too long then I do not know. Hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a typical lazy Sunday. Spent the whole day lazing around and it does not help especially since the new air-con got fixed on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heading to Jurong for dinner after work cause today is Ashwin's father's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, my colleagues Aishah and Suguna got shifted to the 2nd level. Sighs. It's so boring without them. Can't bitch or talk. Btw, my office &lt;s&gt;bungalow&lt;/s&gt; building has only 2 levels. It's like those old colonial bungalow. Damn nice but then again we have heard sightings of a paranormal from the security guards before. Freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, back to work now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7657041597798635103?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7657041597798635103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7657041597798635103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7657041597798635103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7657041597798635103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-find-balance-you-want-ketut-spoke.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SB51T1nBmDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2ww6Lho_jys/s72-c/eatpraylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2764601787415202963</id><published>2008-04-28T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:52:33.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SBVk0itlnKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pR9J-5jydKg/s1600-h/Walking_Away_by_Madelevieve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194168599075724450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SBVk0itlnKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pR9J-5jydKg/s320/Walking_Away_by_Madelevieve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it has been a while here. *clears cobwebs* OK fine, I was just being domestic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major happened during the mini hiatus. Good news is, I passed my BTT (basic theory test) and got my PDL (provisional driving license) already. Finally, one step into one of my new year resolution. Did like major major shopping for the family yesterday. Bought a lot of tops which will be of use for my work and other things. Also, mom and I got ourselves Guess bag of course all of which came from my dad's pocket. Hahhaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the girls on Friday night and my my, it's not a surprise when I say that we have not changed one bit since secondary school. Most of the girls I have known are from primary school, only one wasn't from our primary school but that doesn't mean she's different from us. Hahha. It was definitely a night I was looking forward to last week. Durga and I had to meet the girls a bit late as my shoe decided to screw me nicely. Headed down to Bugis and got myself a decent looking shoe from U.R.S. From there, headed to Vivocity and met the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;They&lt;/s&gt; We took so long to decide on a place to eat that Kamz was going to eat all of us up if we didn't decide soon. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Thai Express &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Why I say again? Because, my dear friends initially decided on Thai Express and we went there. I told this Indian waiter that we need seats for a group of 7 and he proceeded to the back to arrange the tables while we waited outside. Meanwhile, my dear friends at the back of me was deciding to go walk around first since we had a bit more time. And, they told me to just quietly walk away. My god. I told myself that I won't be going there for a month! Then, after all the ooh-ha for abt 15-20mins, we finally decided on Thai Express. My friends were so convinced that guy would have spat on my food. Hhaha. OK la. That's a far-fetched anatomy but that doesn't mean it isn't happening in any of the F&amp;amp;B outlets in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 weeks since I met him. I don't know whether to blame coincidence or fate because every single time we plan to meet, something crops up. And I don't know what to conclude from that. Can't blame me cause I am a thinker. I think alot. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, it's the simple things that I miss doing with him. Like, lying on his chest, going to shopping centres, watching movies, feeding him, holding his hand, or just spending the day at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for the pictures we took from Kamz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's time to do some work. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2764601787415202963?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2764601787415202963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2764601787415202963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2764601787415202963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2764601787415202963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-it-has-been-while-here.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SBVk0itlnKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pR9J-5jydKg/s72-c/Walking_Away_by_Madelevieve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5727630123619743702</id><published>2008-04-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:56:40.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SAbt_U5hLDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/T3iB73jtwj4/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190097292788575282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SAbt_U5hLDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/T3iB73jtwj4/s320/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rihanna - Hate That I Love You (Feat. Ne-Yo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Rihanna:] Thats how much I love ya Thats how much I need ya&lt;br /&gt;And I cant stand ya&lt;br /&gt;Must everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I not like you for awhile? (No....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:] But you wont let me&lt;br /&gt;You upset me girl&lt;br /&gt;And then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I forget (that I was upset)&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what you did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Rihanna:] (Girl I hate it)&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;So that I cant stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;For too long thats wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:] (Girl I hate it)&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;So that I dont want to fuss.. and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Said I despise that I adore you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Rihanna:] And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand how much I need ya (I need you...)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (oooh whoa..)&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so (oooh..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:] And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one makes me laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Rihanna:] Said and its not fair&lt;br /&gt;How you take advantage of the fact that I.. love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;And it just aint right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:] And I hate how much I love you girl I cant stand how much I need ya (yeah..)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Both:] One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;br /&gt;And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;br /&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:] Yeaahhh... Oohh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Rihanna:] Thats how much I love you (how much I need you)&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much I need you (oooh..)&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much I love you (oh..)&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you soooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Rihanna:] And I hate how much i love you boy&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand how much I need ya (cant stand how much I need you)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant let you go (but I just cant let you go no..)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. soo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally he came back on Tuesday night and I welcomed him by saying one of the nastiest things. Oh well. That's a story for us only. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, congratulations baby! My baby just called me and told me one of the happiest news. He has got in to SP!! Just as he was in the crossroads of his life, God comes and shows one of his powers. Thank you God!! It high time that we should go to the temple and also keep it a regular thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the people are not here at work now and I am too full after lunch to even start on work. Hahah. But it's ok. I can afford to surf the net for a while though. Btw, I am looking for efficient bags like a bit big but not tooo big and looks hip at the same time. Haha. Ok I know its confusing but yes, if you guys know of any good bag shops or online shopping websites do let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now fine after the melancholy post below. Thanks to those who asked. I become a crazy girl when I PMS.. actually crazier. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been quite some time since I went out like properly go out. Sighs. And I can't wait to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;U Me Aur Hum&lt;/span&gt;. It's by Kajol and Ajay and Kajol looks hot as ever. And the songs especially Jee Le and the title song is fantastic. Keeps playing in my head. Those who have watched, let me know your movie reviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend just lost her hp at work. How screwed up can that be? Not only she's facing tough times but this got to happen and knowing the number of photos she has. God. Hugs. Don't worry. This is your chance to get a better phone with all the GST money coming in. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I knew you could do it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5727630123619743702?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5727630123619743702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5727630123619743702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5727630123619743702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5727630123619743702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/rihanna-hate-that-i-love-you-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SAbt_U5hLDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/T3iB73jtwj4/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4559996825527680793</id><published>2008-04-15T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:36:20.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life's too short to bear grudges. As the new begins with hopes and desires, I wish to forgo all grudges held within and welcome the new year with a new me, cleaner heart and a sane mind. Haha. So everyone out there, if I had hurt your feelings intentionally/unintentionally, I apologise for that. *huggies all*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Belated Tamil New Year dearies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189680144089951266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SAVymE5hLCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ifs4EM1M4sE/s320/girl_window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm all out of faith&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn&lt;br /&gt;Torn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Natalie Imbruglia 'Torn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart feels like it has just been &lt;em&gt;stepped&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;squashed&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ripped&lt;/em&gt; apart for it to bleed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4559996825527680793?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4559996825527680793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4559996825527680793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4559996825527680793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4559996825527680793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-too-short-to-bear-grudges.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/SAVymE5hLCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ifs4EM1M4sE/s72-c/girl_window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4640035427868500435</id><published>2008-04-06T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:39:01.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incredible India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headed to Plaza Singapura on Sat as my dad wanted to see the Incredible India @60 show. And, it was a splendid, unforgettable experience. I rather let the pictures speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186167408734929522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j3x99agnI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6JBItHgYEy4/s320/05042008082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j3h99agmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ie0WhD7pbMQ/s1600-h/05042008091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186167133857022562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j3h99agmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ie0WhD7pbMQ/s320/05042008091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j3T99aglI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4Wls8V609YA/s1600-h/05042008093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186166893338853970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j3T99aglI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4Wls8V609YA/s320/05042008093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of how Goddess Durga defeated Asuran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2899agkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iTuPPeWgoSg/s1600-h/05042008096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186166498201862722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2899agkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iTuPPeWgoSg/s320/05042008096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2wt9agjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8AKXWtRCrvk/s1600-h/05042008097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186166287748465202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2wt9agjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8AKXWtRCrvk/s320/05042008097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2SN9agiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sJZwFaZOnSY/s1600-h/05042008101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165763762455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2SN9agiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sJZwFaZOnSY/s320/05042008101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snake charmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2Cd9aghI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fbG7he1sLpo/s1600-h/05042008104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165493179515410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j2Cd9aghI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fbG7he1sLpo/s320/05042008104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j1yN9aggI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0K9mq7JRtMY/s1600-h/05042008107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165214006641154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j1yN9aggI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0K9mq7JRtMY/s320/05042008107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The martial arts experts from Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j1ed9agfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jnIRBFOPOpI/s1600-h/05042008109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186164874704224754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j1ed9agfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jnIRBFOPOpI/s320/05042008109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppeteer who won a national award. Amazing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j1C99ageI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PFBg8sOKi5k/s1600-h/05042008112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186164402257822178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j1C99ageI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PFBg8sOKi5k/s320/05042008112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j0kN9agdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xOOky7K9hxY/s1600-h/05042008118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186163873976844754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j0kN9agdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xOOky7K9hxY/s320/05042008118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some fantastic pictures were being exhibited over there. And I was taking those photos through my phone where this guy took a picture of me taking a photo. My dad was standing behind me and that guy showed us the picture. And then, he told me to move a bit to my right so that he could take again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was commenting on how he must be a professional and stuff where he mentioned humbly that he was the photographer for the exhibited photos! My God!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahhaa. I was like omg! You're &lt;a href="http://www.johnarifin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;John Arifin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I wasted no time in praising his talent and went to take a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even got henna on my right hand done for freeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, below are some of his work that I managed to take through my phone. You can visit his website, just click his name above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzk99agcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wv_PZqwfFdc/s1600-h/05042008123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186162787350118850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzk99agcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wv_PZqwfFdc/s320/05042008123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzWt9agbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JqErYb2GVLY/s1600-h/05042008124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186162542536982962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzWt9agbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JqErYb2GVLY/s320/05042008124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzGd9agZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SensrI1Pvr8/s1600-h/05042008120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186162263364108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzGd9agZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SensrI1Pvr8/s320/05042008120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186162267659076002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jzGt9agaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0kdYwPFvpd0/s320/05042008119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jx_99agWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tkRVJodRKrQ/s1600-h/05042008126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186161052183331170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jx_99agWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tkRVJodRKrQ/s320/05042008126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jxdd9agUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/aptVzYmsQNU/s1600-h/05042008128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160459477844290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jxdd9agUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/aptVzYmsQNU/s320/05042008128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jxdt9agVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/UCLM3M8k_go/s1600-h/05042008127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160463772811602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jxdt9agVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/UCLM3M8k_go/s320/05042008127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jxGt9agTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KvmQT8Qe_m4/s1600-h/05042008129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160068635820338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_jxGt9agTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KvmQT8Qe_m4/s320/05042008129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed back home and quickly got ready to go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sri SivaKrishnan Temple&lt;/span&gt; at Marsiling. Those who have not been to the newly-renovated one, please do. It's gorgeous!! Went to do some archanai as it was my maternal grand-ma and paternal grand-pa's death anniversary. Stayed to watch a dance performance, had dinner and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to have a lazy Sunday with the baby. Was supposed to go to the same temple in the morning. Got up at 9am and switched on my phone. Received this sms at 5am from the babyboy saying he got called up &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; for a 4 day exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes my whole day of spending with him. Spent a whole day watching TV and doing nothing productive; maybe praying, returning and borrowing dvds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Couldn't even talk to him tonight as he had to go for a patrol. Hope everything turns out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too tired to think and tomorrow is Monday which means I got to go to work and I've got theory class to attend after that and for another 3 more days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another boring week for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope at least you guys had a great time with your loved ones. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4640035427868500435?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4640035427868500435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4640035427868500435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4640035427868500435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4640035427868500435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/headed-to-plaza-singapura-on-sat-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_j3x99agnI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6JBItHgYEy4/s72-c/05042008082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6584048930196719746</id><published>2008-04-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:25:25.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_WZzd9agSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/F8PCRLOhJ8U/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185219655481590050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_WZzd9agSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/F8PCRLOhJ8U/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; had some couple time with the baybeeboyy!! After 2 weeks of not going out with each other except for last last Sunday where we spent 45mins arguing and 15mins of making it up. Sighs. Tuesday was what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! I am not those gfs who &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; meet the bf everyday. I am used to meeting him once or twice a week and I prefer it to stay like that. Meeting the bf everyday can be quite unhealthy for the relationship. So 2 weeks of not spending enough time was already getting it to me. But of course, it isn't his fault that he got called in. But oh well. He's back and that's what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get my pedicure done and he fetched me at JP. Headed home, borrowed a couple of vcds, ate and watched movie. It was nothing spectacular but it really made our day more special than ever. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I am waiting for him to be called up again pretty soon cause thats what his officer told him apparently. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am loving my blogskin and my pretty in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; tagboard! Thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the idea of changing the colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to watch &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt; with the bestie on Wednesday and again we were a bit late for the movie. Hahhaa. I felt the movie was a bit short but the moves and grooves was able to make it up for it. They are so damn flexible and I wish I could dance like that. Sighs. I don't mind watching again for the dance steps. After the movie, walked around Cineleisure a bit and got myself a pair of pretty earrings and beaded bracelet at Diva. Love the stuff there man but can get a little pricey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the babyboy today after work and hopefully nothing screws up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, the picture is in courtesy of &lt;em&gt;DeviantArt.com.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a happy weekend people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6584048930196719746?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6584048930196719746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6584048930196719746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6584048930196719746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6584048930196719746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-finally-had-some-couple-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R_WZzd9agSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/F8PCRLOhJ8U/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6504890865697474380</id><published>2008-03-25T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:42:26.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I went to see a gynae today and took a pregnancy test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Fine, I am not pregnant la. But I did go to a women's clinic at Khatib today cause my monthly's been behaving like a retarded for the past few months. It seems I have problems ovulating and I have a &lt;em&gt;Polycystic Ovary&lt;/em&gt;. Interesting name right. But so far, nothing alarming. Have to go down on my weight. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my event and I have an overload of participants. Hopefully everything will turn out well *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to meet my baby on Saturday after Amore but he had work until 8pm. Decided to meet him on Sunday since parents and us were going for the classical dance show at the Esplanade. But fate had other plans. He got called up on Sunday morning, &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;! Sighs. But the dance show by &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Kalashektra Academy&lt;/span&gt; was mind-blowing. I guess that would be an understatement. It was simply amazing. I wish I could watch it all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 March 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181708794595016930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-kgsd9agOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OK74r_pbGMo/s320/PizzaHut-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 4 years of chatting, 1 year of countless smses and 2 weeks of conversation, you finally decided it was time to meet. The famous seat at ECP where you gave me the first kiss. Haha. I still can't figure why I didn't slap you then. It was soo movie-like. Seated at the bench, facing the beautiful scenery with live band beside us (thanks to jc students) and the wonderful full moon with a small star beside. Hahhaa. Do you remember when you told me that the full moon is you and the little star is me? Or was it vice versa? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181711934216110322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-kjjN9agPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VQpRcijd-ck/s320/Mesmerised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Within 2 weeks into our relationship, you dedicated this wonderful song to me which was so apt to the both of us. The meaning and everything. And 3 years later, I am dedicating &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; song to you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thaka Thimi Thaa - Kaathalai Yaaradi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kaadhalai Yaaradi Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kaadhalai Yaaradi Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaadhalai Yaaradhu Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Naan Sonnaal Nee Vekkathil Sivappaayaa Illai Adippaayaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nee Sonnaal Naan Vaanathil Parappaenaa Illai Midhappaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nee Illaiyael Naan Mannilae Iruppaenaa Tholaivaenaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marippaenaa ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O.. Kaadhalai Yaaradi Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaadhalai Yaaradhu Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aa.. Eppadi Naan Solvaen Ada Eppadi Naan Solvaen&lt;br /&gt;En Kaadhalai Eppadi Naan Solvaen&lt;br /&gt;Aval Kannai Paarthu Solvaenaa Illai Mannai Paarthu Solvaenaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Avan Edhiril Nindru Solvaenaa&lt;br /&gt;Illai Olindhu Kondu Solvaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Naan Paechin Naduvae Solvaenaa&lt;br /&gt;Illai Mounam Kaathu Solvaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Naan Suthath Thamizhil Solvaenaa&lt;br /&gt;Illai Aangilathil Solvaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adi Sollithaan Viduvaenaa Illai Sollaamal Thavippaenaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaa..Kaadhalai Yaaradhu Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa Aaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Neeyaa Sol Illai Naanaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaa..Ullathai Nee Thandhaai Un Ullathai Nee Thandhaai&lt;br /&gt;En Idam Un Ullathai Nee Thandhaai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;En Uyirai Poala Kaappaenaa&lt;br /&gt;Illai Uyirai Koduthu Kaappaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un Ullam Endrae Ninaippaenaa&lt;br /&gt;En Ulagam Endrae Ninaippaenaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adhai Kuzhandhai Poala Valarppaenaa&lt;br /&gt;Naai Kutti Poala Valarppaenaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;En Karpai Poala Madhippaenaa&lt;br /&gt;Illai Kadavul Poala Thudhippaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adhai Enakkullae Vaippaenaa Ennai Adharkkullae Vaippaenaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaaa..Kaadhalai Yaaradhu Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kaadhalai Yaaradi Mudhalil Solvadhu Neeyaa Illai Naanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Naan Sonnaal Nee Vekkathil Sivappaayaa Illai Adippaayaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nee Sonnaal Naan Vaanathil Parappaenaa Illai Midhappaenaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee Illaiyael Naan Mannilae Iruppaenaa Tholaivaenaa Marippaenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marippaenaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iruppaenaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Illai Marippaenaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nee Illaiyael Naan Mannilae Iruppaenaa Tholaivaenaa Marippaenaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marippaenaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181714481131716866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-kl3d9agQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cHwaHL8FcaA/s320/DSC01169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You took me away with your patience, love and understanding. You had your flaws but you willingly changed yourself (&lt;em&gt;for the better&lt;/em&gt;) just for me. You don't even have a pinch of ego in you and are always the first to say sorry and cool down in our arguments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never get another &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and don't wish to. I do say things when I am angry and can be a real bitch but god knows where you get the strength and patience to withstand me. Thank you for the love you have given me, for kisses you never fail to give and the I love you's you never fail to say even though I don't say it to you on a daily basis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to grow old with you babyboy. And I hope fate doesn't plan on changing that. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 3rd year anniversay precious. Love you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6504890865697474380?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6504890865697474380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6504890865697474380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6504890865697474380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6504890865697474380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-went-to-see-gynae-today-and-took.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-kgsd9agOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OK74r_pbGMo/s72-c/PizzaHut-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-9216068053836154123</id><published>2008-03-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:28:33.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-Ej8qYbrlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6EOHEWh_Frc/s1600-h/14032008063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179460571528670802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-Ej8qYbrlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6EOHEWh_Frc/s320/14032008063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's a very ugly picture of my highlight taken by my bestie. Trust me. My hair colour looks much better in person. Not that it matters, oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-EjuqYbrkI/AAAAAAAAATs/QaWqj3dQIdg/s1600-h/14032008064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179460331010502210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-EjuqYbrkI/AAAAAAAAATs/QaWqj3dQIdg/s320/14032008064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-Ejj6YbrjI/AAAAAAAAATk/zFV5qw2YQ3k/s1600-h/14032008065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179460146326908466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-Ejj6YbrjI/AAAAAAAAATk/zFV5qw2YQ3k/s320/14032008065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pictures above was taken after work last Friday. Look at how dead tired we look. Hahah. This shows that we W.O.R.K!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought the tickets for Singapore Indian Fine Arts show held in Esplanade on Sunday. It's some classical dance and I absolutely love to watch these type of classical performances. Sadly, no photography is allowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been dead busy at work for nearly 2 weeks and sometimes I forget to breathe. Overload of mails and pending work. Hahaha. Actually, I am quite liking this busy feeling. It feels like I am &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;working. Because, before this I used to be quite free. Hours would pass by with me surfing the internet. But with some new scheme that my boss has worked out, I am getting a lot of emails and calls. And, finally I have something fun to do. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been having good food for the past week. Sakae Sushi, Fish n Co, Sakura, Swensens! Haiks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was quite bad for the boy and me. He had planned this surprise dinner thingy on Sunday which got cancelled twice before. Initially, I felt something was going to screw up this time round but I ignored it. I was supposed to meet him at 530pm at Woodlands station and I went to get ready about 4pm. Then nearing 5pm, he smsed me asking me to meet him at Boon Lay at 6.30pm. I was already quite pissed at him for certain things and we weren't having the best of times. Lets just say it was one of our &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I was there at 640pm and I hate to wait there on Sundays especially because its a mini Little India. I looked at the time and it was 7pm and I was getting frustrated because I had already made it clear to him that I abhor waiting at Boon Lay. I decided to call my bestie up and had her divert my mind to something else but it wasn't working. I msged him and also no response and neither did he call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling damn pissed off, I made my way to JP to get dinner for my mom and head back home when I saw Mr. Romeo walking. He wasn't dressed up instead he was wearing a polo t-shirt and carrying a backpack. And instantly I knew, he got called up &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could only spend less than an hour which about 45mins was gone to me being all angry and he trying to explain himself as to why he didn't want to tell me. Oh well. Sometimes a bit of masala is good for the r/s. Hahhaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And guess what? The boy is still in reservist, finding that Mas Selamat. But I am glad that he's actually doing something about finding that guy. But I won't be too happy if it takes too long. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-EjP6YbriI/AAAAAAAAATc/C6X7Ip6HWek/s1600-h/DSC01852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179459802729524770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-EjP6YbriI/AAAAAAAAATc/C6X7Ip6HWek/s320/DSC01852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty Queens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179467486426017378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-EqPKYbrmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/L8XrXOEB33A/s320/DSC01855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A very tired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took those pictures today. I know we just love the camera and love taking pictures more. Hahhaha. Durga and I went to meet my mom in Causeway Point to get some stuffs and also have dinner. We headed to Swensens. Durgz ordered Tom Yam Baked Rice, my mom ordered Thai Green Curry Baked Rice and I ordered Crayfish pasta. However, my pasta was way too oily to eat. Felt like I was eating one bottle of cooking oil. So I told the manager that it was too oily and she gave me another plate followed by Yam ice cream. Hehehe. So I am happy pregnant girl with 4 crayfish in my tummy. :P Too full to move that mom and I took a cab back. Lol. And of coz, that greedy pig also took cab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470724831358578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-EtLqYbrnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lrUwOIWSTL0/s320/balloons2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kate Voegele - It's Only Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tears are forming in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A storm is warning in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The end of the world it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You bend down and you fall on your knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well get back on your feet yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't look away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey baby it's only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't lose your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby its only life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You were always playing hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never could let down your guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But you can't win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you never give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To that voice within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saying pick up your chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby let go of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't look away&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby it's only life&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your faith&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away&lt;br /&gt;Baby its only life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take your hesitance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And your self-defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leave them behind, it's only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be so afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of facing everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just take your time, it's only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll be your stepping-stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just hold on tight, it's only life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, so much than you will ever know :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-9216068053836154123?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/9216068053836154123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=9216068053836154123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/9216068053836154123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/9216068053836154123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-thats-very-ugly-picture-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R-Ej8qYbrlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6EOHEWh_Frc/s72-c/14032008063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4397907537826889710</id><published>2008-03-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:09:34.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175773578328255954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9QKpaYbrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lAaqorOz7Qo/s320/DSC01797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175773286270479810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9QKYaYbrcI/AAAAAAAAASs/L6hhSsEUbXI/s320/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It looks like some Clean and Clear Facial Wash ad. So fresh and filled with glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, Baby and I headed to SIM Open House yesterday to check out certain stuffs before heading to Orchard to watch &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;August Rush&lt;/span&gt;. I know. Told my baby about the movie when I got back home on Friday and he wanted to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahha. Walked around a bit and went to Sphageddies for dinner. It was our first-time there and the food was not bad. But after dinner, we were too full and had to roll our way out. Well, not literally. :)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      A very happy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175732011634765106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9Pk16YbrTI/AAAAAAAAARs/rufo6S53Fpk/s320/P3080130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very happy girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175774261228056034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9QLRKYbreI/AAAAAAAAAS8/96V1XoHusSY/s320/P3080128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His Food&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175734107578805602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9Pmv6YbrWI/AAAAAAAAASA/pohvKktzwgs/s320/P3080132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My food&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175734919327624562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9PnfKYbrXI/AAAAAAAAASI/elcOszn7XnU/s320/P3080133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happily Whacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175735318759583106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9Pn2aYbrYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wkc1knC2yEY/s320/P3080134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, this pic was totally candid&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175737595092250034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9Pp66YbrbI/AAAAAAAAASk/WARfSVJA2UI/s320/P3080135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realized that One Tree Hill has amazing soundtrack. In season 5, they introduced a new character Mia, but she's actually a singer called &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Her songs are fantabulous. Please do and buy her cd or download her songs. I would recommend songs like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wish You Were Here, Monday Rain, It's Only Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Also, tamilians, especially girls who love sentimental songs, like &lt;em&gt;Akkam Pakkam, Enadhuyire or Munbe Va&lt;/em&gt;, I recommend you to listen to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uyir Vazhvuthey from the movie &lt;strong&gt;Thoondil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's beautiful. Do listen to it and let me know how is it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me to You :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uyir Vazhvuthey Ini Unnakagathaney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un Kangalil Naan Enna Parkathaney...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En karuvil.. Kann Thiranthai..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En Uravai...Mozhi Peyarthai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enai Paenaaki Puthu Vazhkai Thanthai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4397907537826889710?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4397907537826889710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4397907537826889710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4397907537826889710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4397907537826889710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-so-we-headed-to-sim-open-house.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9QKpaYbrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lAaqorOz7Qo/s72-c/DSC01797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2911164097175646274</id><published>2008-03-06T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:55:53.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;// Edited //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175180361740299554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9HvHqYbrSI/AAAAAAAAARk/pVg61NVWZpM/s320/normal_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Casts of One Tree Hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Left to Right: Marvin (mouth), Antwon (skillz), Sophia (brooke), Chad (lucas), Hilarie (peyton)&lt;br /&gt;                        James (nathan), Bethany (Haley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" The rest of your life is a long time and whether you know it or not it's being shaped right now. You can choose to blame your circumstances on fate or bad luck or bad choices or you can fight back. Things aren't always going to be fair in the real world, that's just the way it is but for the most part you get what you give. Let me ask you all a question. What's worse not getting everything you wished for or getting it but finding out it's not enough? The rest of your life is being shaped right now with the dreams you chase, the choices you make and the person you decide to be. The rest of your life is a long time and the rest of your life starts right now. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Haley (One Tree Hill Season 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a One Tree Hill marathon this week. Watched 6 episodes and it's never too much!! I absolutely love the cast especially Nathan and Haley cause at times it reminds me of Sanju and me. I think they both a bit similar. Not too sure, sometimes when I see Nathan I get reminded of Sanju. The basic things they do are quite similar. Hmmmm. Also,  I think that Peyton's character is somewhat like my bestie. So similar in character and their likes and dislikes and the way they react to things. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been feeling well the past few days. Having terrible headache, big bloated tummy and feel nauseated. Argggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it takes a small thing to happen for you to know where you stand amongst people. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August Rush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my bestie yesterday and I must say that the little boy's acting is remarkably good. And the soundtrack for that movie is amazing. But somehow I think they should have elaborated certain parts and also not have a quick ending. I felt it was too abrupt. But other than that, the movie is beautiful. Makes you fall in love with music all over again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that got myself some much needed stuffs from BodyShop and I got for my bestie her belated Christmas/Vday gift. But guess what Ms &lt;em&gt;Smarty Pants&lt;/em&gt; Shamini did? I chose the presents infront of her. Hahhaa. Power right. I am sure she will be posting up pictures we took yesterday and the pressie photos. Haven't got from her yet. I am glad she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my baby's day and I hope I don't have to sacrifice him to the nation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing is clear, I wear a halo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2911164097175646274?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2911164097175646274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2911164097175646274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2911164097175646274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2911164097175646274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/rest-of-your-life-is-long-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R9HvHqYbrSI/AAAAAAAAARk/pVg61NVWZpM/s72-c/normal_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6225126342298331498</id><published>2008-03-03T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:43:27.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mt faber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a good weekend for me. Definitely much better compared to the previous weekends where I had to sacrifice my baby to the army. It's such an irony that they didn't call him up when Mas Selamat escaped but they called him up when there was no problem! It's not that I am complaining just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of loopholes for Mas Selamat's escape. I am not going to post my unanswered questions because I know I can't get the right answers now. I shall just let time answer. Meanwhile, let's just all pray that this mad man won't do anything stupid. Hopefully he falls into a longkang and stay there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wf0wN0qUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lIv15BuN6P8/s1600-h/DSC01762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545063098394946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wf0wN0qUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lIv15BuN6P8/s320/DSC01762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Met the bestie on Saturday to watch &lt;strong&gt;PS I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. It was worth watching it. She said that its rare to find such a husband in Singapore. Well, there are nice men out there. Who knows there might be a Gerald Butler in Singapore. But, time and fate will show them to us or vice versa. Till then, keep waiting my girls. It will be worth the wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545376631007570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wgHAN0qVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ARXT4Q6W0Iw/s320/DSC01763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wgPQN0qWI/AAAAAAAAARE/vn8SvpxNJO4/s1600-h/DSC01757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545518364928354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wgPQN0qWI/AAAAAAAAARE/vn8SvpxNJO4/s320/DSC01757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;More photos of us are posted in her entry. So feel free to view it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back home to get ready for my uncle's 16th day death prayers held at the Kallang Sivan Temple. His sudden death shocked us all! His eldest daughter just gave birth to a beautiful babygirl. This goes to show that never take anyone for granted. And never end a phonecall or meeting with a fight for you may never know, it might be the last time you're seeing that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt that there was a Career and Education Fair at Suntec City. So Baby and I headed down there on Sunday. Signed up for a course and hopefully I get it. I am not going to say anything about it now. But I will let you guys know if my admission is being accepted. Hopefully it's a positive answer. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going round and round at the Convention Centre, we headed to Vivocity to meet parents, Ashwin and his mom. Apparently my mom and ashwin's mom both got me a pair of earrings and I got a top from Chomel. And also, I got a bag from GUESS. It's damn useful and big! Which is just what I needed. And I also learnt that my baby had actually gotten for me a GUESS bag too. Haiks. Of coz the bag is sponsored by my father. If not I won't be getting one. Lol. Speaking of GUESS reminds me of one interesting conversation I had with my bestie years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Flash Back**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey I bought a watch today!&lt;br /&gt;Bestie: Oh ok.. What brand?&lt;br /&gt;Me: GUESS..&lt;br /&gt;Bestie: I don't know that's why I asking you right! Idiot!&lt;br /&gt;Me: The brand is GUESS la stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Bestie: Oh.. *breaks into irritating laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I have to go through with a retard. Wahahhaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Vivo, Baby and I took a cab and headed for Mount Faber as he had made a dinner reservation at Marina Deck. After dinner, Baby and I went for a walk to see what's this Mount Faber Park is all about. Why is it one of the hot spots for couples? To my surprise, I didn't really feel comfortable with the place. The trees look unusually big especially their barks. And, when we sat on the garden bench in this shrine-looking 'hut', I felt that we were not alone there. And somewhat that place looks too eerie. Not forgetting the stupid bee which came straight for my face and got me running barefoot as I had taken out my shoes. We wanted to go sit in another place when I saw two bats circulating that area. And they were flying quite low. Bloody hell. And also, the fat lizards which god knows what the hell they are feeding on. So damn fat bums la. Happily position themselves above the spotlights and I was praying they won't fall as we had to sit right under them while waiting for the bus which had a 30min arrival time. We missed the 9.10pm bus and had to take the 9.40pm bus. That place is just too weird man. Anyway, I shall let the pictures speak for the evening. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But then again, what matters most was the company. And I loved it. Every single bit of it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you baby for everything. :) Mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cab. On our way to Mt.Faber. And the Guess Bag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8waVwN0qMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0U__F4LJesw/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539032964311234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8waVwN0qMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0U__F4LJesw/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wbMAN0qNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X7chUFouRwk/s1600-h/P3020089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539964972214482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wbMAN0qNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X7chUFouRwk/s320/P3020089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wbwgN0qOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_X4PdIP1xkM/s1600-h/P3020090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173540592037439714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wbwgN0qOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_X4PdIP1xkM/s320/P3020090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8whSwN0qXI/AAAAAAAAARM/wNnEAHJaZnY/s1600-h/P3020099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173546678006098290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8whSwN0qXI/AAAAAAAAARM/wNnEAHJaZnY/s320/P3020099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The domestic bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wdMwN0qRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9snu0d_FqMc/s1600-h/P3020113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542176880371986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wdMwN0qRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9snu0d_FqMc/s320/P3020113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542937089583394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wd5AN0qSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jxLTvXeEcuA/s320/P3020125.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Favourite No.2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wepAN0qTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Spj8Aiy0qaw/s1600-h/P3020126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543761723304242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wepAN0qTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Spj8Aiy0qaw/s320/P3020126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wepAN0qTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Spj8Aiy0qaw/s1600-h/P3020126.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wjMQN0qYI/AAAAAAAAARU/OS3grjcZUWU/s1600-h/400hCover_MessageInABottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173548765360204162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wjMQN0qYI/AAAAAAAAARU/OS3grjcZUWU/s320/400hCover_MessageInABottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On a seperate note, I just finished this amazingly wonderful book by Nicholas Sparks. It's an old book but it's never too late to read it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Message In A Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had me crying more than PS I Love You. I felt totally connected to Theresa and Garett and wished for things to take place otherwise. But the ending that the author has given brought a deeper meaning and withdrew the melodramatic ending that I wished for. Nichloas Sparks has a wonderful gift of writing and he has put it to good use. The NoteBook, A Walk To Remember all had me crying as well. He's somewhat like Mitch Albom. They have magic in their thoughts and language. I love good books and to have a good read you need a good author. I am glad that I found two of the greatest authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the temple today with the bestie. And the feeling was damn good. Temple was quite empty and I felt good after praying. Should keep this as a regular thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week don't really look too promising. I have to do stock taking for the publications as the new deputy director would like to see the records. I have been having frequent headaches these days. Not sure if my eyesight degree has increased. Need to go and have it checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too stuffed with chicken. And in need of hot water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a fantabulous weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6225126342298331498?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6225126342298331498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6225126342298331498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6225126342298331498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6225126342298331498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-good-weekend-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8wf0wN0qUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lIv15BuN6P8/s72-c/DSC01762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-509756294404736380</id><published>2008-02-24T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:27:28.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chingay 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airshow 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GMfWMMFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OHstT9ehNQA/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170568317358577426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GMfWMMFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OHstT9ehNQA/s320/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I look auntie-fied in that picture. Sighs. Btw, that was taken like 2 weeks back at my cousin's ROM at Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Changi Airshow today and my the queue for the shuttle service was madness not forgetting the heat. My feet was literally burning and I got free tanning without going to the beach. But watching the display of planes made it all worth it. But of course with these kind of stuff we do have our share of ugly Singaporeans. &lt;em&gt;And sometimes I just feel like slapping these people so they would learn how to behave themselves and talk properly.&lt;/em&gt; After the Airshow, took a cab back to Causeway Point as we wanted to eat. But as we were reaching there we realized that there was some Chingay procession going on and decided to stay there. I shall the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Airshow 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170559761783723554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GEtWMMFiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eG_14k_Svu8/s320/P2230033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart with cupid strike by Black Knights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170561144763192898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GF92MMFkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Q_UfrUCxFEE/s320/P2240064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GGqmMMFlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eyjS5AKHQZ4/s1600-h/P2240066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170561913562338898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GGqmMMFlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eyjS5AKHQZ4/s320/P2240066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GHHWMMFmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AZtpv2PApgk/s1600-h/P2240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562407483577954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GHHWMMFmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AZtpv2PApgk/s320/P2240055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GHc2MMFnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4-gXVIO2SNw/s1600-h/P2240057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562776850765426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GHc2MMFnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4-gXVIO2SNw/s320/P2240057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GIFmMMFoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v5-G0qF1qG4/s1600-h/P2230037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170563476930434690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GIFmMMFoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v5-G0qF1qG4/s320/P2230037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a very sweaty Ashwin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170563953671804562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GIhWMMFpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/h8zshjYgHmY/s320/P2230044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chingay Procession at Causeway Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GJE2MMFqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/opqkrtcp0o4/s1600-h/24022008031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170564563557160610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GJE2MMFqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/opqkrtcp0o4/s320/24022008031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival of MPs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GJd2MMFrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MoC0zPOv98Q/s1600-h/24022008033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170564993053890226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GJd2MMFrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MoC0zPOv98Q/s320/24022008033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Merlion in Jeans and Cap. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GJ32MMFsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AREYR5L_Zxk/s1600-h/24022008035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565439730489026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GJ32MMFsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AREYR5L_Zxk/s320/24022008035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GKrmMMFtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1axZiBlFGOE/s1600-h/24022008038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566328788719314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GKrmMMFtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1axZiBlFGOE/s320/24022008038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GKr2MMFuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TsYxj93Uvos/s1600-h/24022008042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566333083686626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GKr2MMFuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TsYxj93Uvos/s320/24022008042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GKsWMMFvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/d7shpP7IjFw/s1600-h/24022008045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566341673621234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GKsWMMFvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/d7shpP7IjFw/s320/24022008045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GLc2MMFwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-_Y_qxIUnQQ/s1600-h/24022008051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170567174897276674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GLc2MMFwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-_Y_qxIUnQQ/s320/24022008051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's still loads more but I am just too tired to upload. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Toodlez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-509756294404736380?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/509756294404736380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=509756294404736380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/509756294404736380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/509756294404736380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-look-auntie-fied-in-that-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8GMfWMMFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OHstT9ehNQA/s72-c/P1010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7065768027458567242</id><published>2008-02-23T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:43:16.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8BVpGMMFgI/AAAAAAAAANo/_K1D-31chPw/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170226536746063362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8BVpGMMFgI/AAAAAAAAANo/_K1D-31chPw/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally I have time for/to myself. Been a terrible week so far, in terms of plans. Was supposed to meet baby at Newton on Monday and the surprise plan backfired cause he couldn't get the seating. So we decided to meet on Tuesday and then his boss told him to cancel his half day as got work to do. Arggh. So irritating. Guess I am not fated to see the surprise, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met Gaya on Monday to have a mini girls self-indulgence night out. And we were all happy after that with pretty fingers and feet. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met bestie and we went to watch Jumper on Wed! It was a last minute thingy but oh well. The movie was quite interesting and Hayden looked good. I think Rachel and his on-screen chemistry really clicked. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decided to give Suguna a pre-birthday surprise on Friday. Thurs after work, Aishah and I went to Far East and looked for her a bag. We were choosing for so long as we didn't know what type of bag she likes and we keep choosing every other bag but couldn't decide one. At last, chose pretty brown patent leather bag for her. On Friday, we gave her a post-card first creating the impression that all of us were broke and couldn't really afford any gifts. Then after that I quickly went to Simha's table and took the bag and we gave it to her. Her reaction after seeing the bag itself was priceless! Hahaha. We are all glad that she liked it. Btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                            Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23rd&lt;/span&gt; Sugz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for kickboxing after a week and it felt good kicking and punching. Hahah. Met baby and even before we could do anything mom gave baby the most dreaded phone call. Apparently they had those thing flashing on tv, those army stuff and mom got reminded of him and called. So he immediately called his friend and he updated us with another dreaded information. Their call up status is pending and they must be on standby till 2359hrs. Sighs! Whatever we planned for today was gone! I tell you, this week is just damn jinxed for us. But thankfully, he was with me till 8 plus when his dad called and said he should report to camp by 11pm. At least I could spend some time with him. (: And he being the wonderful-lest bf he fixed up my new comp and made sure everything was working before he left. Sighhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will be going for the airshow tomorrow and I am actually not really that interested since I heard in today's news that over 40, 000 people attended. I don't even want to know how many will be attending tomorrow. All I know is that I got to be in Pasir Ris by 9am and I am not liking it. Hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still have pictures that I have not uploaded yet. It's 1.40am and I am not in the mood of uploading now. Prolly tomorrow. I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna catch up on much needed sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss ya bum bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7065768027458567242?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7065768027458567242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7065768027458567242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7065768027458567242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7065768027458567242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-have-time-forto-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R8BVpGMMFgI/AAAAAAAAANo/_K1D-31chPw/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-12749971809182810</id><published>2008-02-16T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:55:06.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. So many things have happened over the week and I am glad to say that it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had to be admitted cause she suffered mild stroke on her right hand. I am glad the whole ordeal is over and she got discharged on Thurs and is on her way to recovery! Thanks to everyone who asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't had the mood to watch P.S I Love You today and I told my bf to not buy the tickets. But of course, he didn't listen to me and bought the tickets. There are changes to the movie but overall its beautiful :). Btw Durgz, our movie date for this movie is still on. Don't come and tell oh u watch already nvm don't watch again cause I might just slap u with my bag. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was different. Couldn't meet him as he had to do overtime. Couldn't meet my bestie during lunch time as I had to go to Little India with dad and quickly get a gift for my mom. Couldn't meet my bestie after work as she had girl's night out with her ex-sch mates. Oh well, baby's got this surprise for me on Monday. I am supposed to meet him at Newton and he's gona bring me somwhere and he's bent on not telling me anything. Haha. And, I will be having post-Vday outing with my bestie again. Hahah. Not Fish and Co this time ah. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that one of my uncles passed away today while he was exercising at Yishun Park. It's so sudden and scary. He and my dad are of the same age. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-12749971809182810?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/12749971809182810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=12749971809182810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/12749971809182810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/12749971809182810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7519137025858731028</id><published>2008-02-09T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:41:46.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Major shopping spree overload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's plans didn't take place at all. Sighs. Early morning baby had a call from the army and he had to get ready for some emergency exercise. It was a one day thing and of course we couldn't do what we wanted to do. The initial plan was the both of us to get a new phone, go to Vivo, do some shopping and have a surprise dinner for the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again yesterday's unplanned itinerary was even better. Haha. Dad took half day so mom and I went to meet him at Causeway Point. Headed to Singtel shop and I was looking ard for a new phone. Wanted to get the Nokia 6500 since it looks small and handy but my dad wasn't too keen on it. He wanted to me to get Nokia N95 8GB. Aiyoooh. So expensive. Without line its nearing 1.2k but with line its $688. So just extended my line again. He insisted on it. So what can I say? Heee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom wanted to get perfume for dad and I. Went to Metro and I got this perfume not sure what brand also but its damn nicee. Smell of Mango and some other things. Hahaha. Then went to Courts cause my mom wanted to see fan. We were passing by the Computer section when I asked my dad whether we could change the Desktop comp cause its too slow and its more than 4 years already. He also agreed and we got ourselves this really big screen Dell Comp. I wasn't keen on Dell but just decided to give it a try. The screen is like damn big la..I think about 20". Perfect for watching movies and all my dramas. And the hard disk is 250GB. Damn good man. And the price is quite affordable too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the Digi Cam side and my dad got for me the Olympus camera. I am bad with the model name. I only know its 8mp and 5x zoom which is good enough already. Yay! So i got my Valentine's Day pressie from my parents. Digi cam, new hp and perfume. Then we headed to get a fan which was the main reason why we went to Courts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it was a technology shopping spree yesterday. We were in CP from 1pm till 8pm. My legs were screaming by the time we reached. I am still getting used to the function of the new mobile because I was using Sony Ericsson for more than 2 years. I hope Nokia won't disappoint me because everytime I pass by the Nokia Care Center at CP it's always crowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby only reached home nearly 10plus there. But I am glad the drill is all over for him. Guess I should be expecting more of this unexpected army exercises and reservist. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am down with sorethroat and flu and I have a ROM to attend tonight. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go fiddle with the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7519137025858731028?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7519137025858731028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7519137025858731028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7519137025858731028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7519137025858731028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/major-shopping-spree-overload.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3687948940574839526</id><published>2008-02-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:30:00.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The long holidays are finally here! Sad part is that most parts will look like ghost town. Had half day on Wed. After work, went to meet Durga at Orchard Mrt Station because she's new to SG and has no idea how to get to Cineleisure. hahha! We wanted to watch 27 Dresses and kept our fingers crossed as many people were heading there as well. Thankfully, it was still pretty empty and we managed to get good seats. We had an hour and a half to spare so we decided to head to Swensens for lunch. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164643394867199874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6x_zd6gf4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SBkzub3ZX_8/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That's my BIG Ice Lemon Tea - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like im showing of muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164642376959950690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6x-4N6gf2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/T0QD9tXSkdM/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am a BUSY girl. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164642948190601074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6x_Zd6gf3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Xg2pHRTKrik/s320/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Pretty Feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164643807184060306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6yALd6gf5I/AAAAAAAAANA/qeVgs9NGRHk/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As I said, I am a BUSY girl. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6x0RN6gfyI/AAAAAAAAALk/tSi0NVrqXDA/s1600-h/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164644387004645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6yAtN6gf6I/AAAAAAAAANI/-MVUqyVHgro/s320/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The best pic:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the time we got back and bought popcorn we missed like about 5-10mins of the movie. Hahha. And while queueing for the popcorn we also realized that 27 Dresses has been sold out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164645331897450418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6yBkN6gf7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/POLH1320hJY/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The stars of the day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164646001912348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6yCLN6gf8I/AAAAAAAAANY/AvKfUo-YEu0/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mr Benito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie is damn damn nice! A chick flick and perfect for girlfriends to watch. After that we walked around to kill time as it was my parents 25th wedding anniversary and I was meeting them straight at SRC (singapore recreation club). We walked from Cineleisure to Far East hoping the florist would be open but sadly no! Then we had to walk all the way back. Halfway we decided to get McFlurry at Lucky Plaza. So my bestie went to order and when she placed her order the manager just pointed straight ahead. Apparently, he meant that the machine was down and we had to go down to order instead. So stupid. Either he thought that my best friend was deaf or he was dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were reaching Paragon and was talking excitedly about somethings which I can't remember when I heard this masculine Hello. So I turned around thinking it was someone whom I know but no it was some unidentified face. I assumed he was trying to be funny and I just stared at him and started walking when he said something nonsensical which was probably this year's worst pick up line - the way you eat ice cream is very nice. *major roll-eye*&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after that we headed to Swensen's again and got my parents this beautiful ice-cream cake. Headed to City Hall where I did a walk-a-thon. Ok la, that's a far-fetched anatomy. See, I have never been to SRC before so I called my wonderful daddy and asked him how to get there. He said the way we get out from Esplanade and bla bla. To cut long story short, he referred to the way we normally get to Esplanade and thats via CityLink. I asked him if he was referring to the Suntec City's Starbucks and he said yes. So sweaty, sticky, carrying a damn heavy ice-cream cake and looking damn unglam, I walked all the way to Suntec City where my dad calls me again.&lt;br /&gt;So I said I am nearing to the Starbucks and he said ok, but don't walk near the Capitol. oooooK. As far as I have known Capitol has always been beside St.Andrews Cathedral. So now I asked whether he's referring to Raffles Shopping Centre Starbucks or Suntec City Starbucks and he says the former! God! I wanted to leave the cake at the ctrl station and get him to collect it himself. hah! I had to walk all the way back and by the time I got to SRC Gayathri's Restaurant, I was dead tired. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;Ashwin came to stay over and yesterday we all headed to Sembawang Beach! It was damn crowded la but it was one of the most perfect weather. It was windy throughout and it was blowing in our direction plus where we sat had no Sun at all. We were sheltered by the trees. Damn nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164646839430971346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6yC796gf9I/AAAAAAAAANg/fXAvkIkqhUM/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from all the tents how crowded Semb beach was! Had loads of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's going to be a pretty long day. Keeping my fingers crossed and hope things turned out as planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enadhuyire Enadhuyire&lt;br /&gt;Enakkenave Nee Kidaithaai&lt;br /&gt;Enadhurave Enadhurave&lt;br /&gt;Kadavulai Pol Nee Mulaithaai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love you loads precious. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3687948940574839526?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3687948940574839526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3687948940574839526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3687948940574839526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3687948940574839526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-holidays-are-finally-here-sad-part_08.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6x_zd6gf4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SBkzub3ZX_8/s72-c/DSC01385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8154182636535864637</id><published>2008-02-05T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T06:28:41.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just so pissed! I went for threading today and she screwed up my eyebrows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to square 1. SIGHS! I have to draw them so they won't look obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so retarded coz I give utmost importance to eyebrows. I feel they define the features on your face. God. So irritating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wait nearly a month or more to get back my normal eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGHHHHHh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8154182636535864637?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8154182636535864637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8154182636535864637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8154182636535864637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8154182636535864637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-just-so-pissed-i-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8744243941556232969</id><published>2008-02-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:10:20.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6Z4Nd6gfmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6lCjUts8GWY/s1600-h/butterfly+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162946195590512226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6Z4Nd6gfmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6lCjUts8GWY/s320/butterfly+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy week for me. Unpredictable events. Went to sign up for my driving on Friday and hopefully I can get my driving license by the end of the year or maybe early next year. I am taking it slow. Slow and steady wins the race! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KardioSculpt on Thursday was madness. The trainer was even more intense as we won't be seeing her this week. God, I felt like throwing the weights at her but then again, she's damn entertaining in an &lt;em&gt;irritating&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my secondary school classmate's daughter's naming ceremony on Saturday with Durga and Suha. It was an eventful sight. Felt like all the jewellery in the world was present at the event. The extend people go to wearing jewellery to attend a function is simply amazing. I was blinded by everything. My friend looked more grand that an Indian bride but her daughter, Afrah, looked so different. I remember uploading her pictures late last year but don't even bother looking at that now. She looks so much more like her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I were to have my child's naming ceremony, how will I do it? My bestie has strong instincts which comes true quite often. When I met her on Saturday and when I was telling her that I always wanted to get married in a temple, she suddenly said that she has a feeling that I might get married much earlier. Sounds interesting, exciting and scary. But oh well, I can't even think about it now as I have not completed my studies and not even stable in career and in finance. In the mean time, I shall just make do with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a much need time and day with my baby yesterday. Initially, I was supposed to go the gym and meet him later. But I procrastinated! The boy came nearly 3pm. Sighs. Went to have lunch with mom when my 'smart' little baby realized he didn't bring his atm card. Wow! Great! See, my baby got this fat ass pay cheque and was supposed to go shopping with me but nooo!! He never carries a wallet! And, he's irritating. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! We need do some serious shopping for my baby first. He needs to get a proper Hp with a proper line, wallet, watch and clothes! Haha. I might be getting a new handphone so anyone, please feel free to update me on the latest mobile technology available in Singaporeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, would be great if anyone could tell me if Murdoch Uni is good or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8744243941556232969?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8744243941556232969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8744243941556232969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8744243941556232969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8744243941556232969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-been-crazy-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R6Z4Nd6gfmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6lCjUts8GWY/s72-c/butterfly+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6849433264742536325</id><published>2008-01-26T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:04:10.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been quite a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's grandmother got admitted in GH yesterday due to a respiratory attack. Sighs. I hope everything will go fine for him and his grandma. He &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him up today for a while for lunch before I left to Expo for the John Little sale. I hope the meet-up made him feel a bit better. Though he was smiling, I knew at the back of his mind, he was with his grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ashwin and the whole clique at Expo and my it was chaos. I bumped into my cousin Usha and we had a fun time disturbing Ashwin. Mom got me some stuff before I got there and later on had a wonderful dinner at Lerk Thai and now I am sitting on my bed feeling so stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching one of my all time favourite movie &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Roja&lt;/span&gt;. It's about this woman's fight for her husband when he got kidnapped by this group of terrorists and also about patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Madhubala's and Arvindsamy's acting in this. Especially the songs. Sighs. I miss him. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet my bestie tomorrow to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but my dear friend isn't feeling good. She's down with a bad sinus. Haiz. Hope she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading to the Sivan Temple in Paya Lebar tomorrow for some ceremony. I will see if can get any pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kaadhal roajaavae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;engae nee engae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kanneer vazhiyudhadi kannae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kannukkul needhaan kanneeril needhaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kanmoodi paarthaal nenjukkul needhaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ennaanadhoa yaedhaanadhoa sol sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6849433264742536325?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6849433264742536325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6849433264742536325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6849433264742536325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6849433264742536325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-been-quite-week.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5135695069969142521</id><published>2008-01-20T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:42:25.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out with my best friend, Durga, on Sunday. But certain things got misunderstood in the whole e-conversation earlier part of the week. Guess some much needed time is missing out. Well, it takes two hands to clap and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hope we can get to go out at the end of the week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent out the whole day. Went to JP with Gaya for some kickboxing. Damn good! Met my baby and we had a horrible lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Please don't go JP and eat in Fish &amp;amp; Co. Firstly, the service is bad. No one attends to you and their quality of food is really bad. I still prefer the one at The GlassHouse. After that, headed to Vivocity and did some unintended shopping. Got myself nice pair of bronze slippers, one perfect&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt; eyeshadow colour which I have been finding and a gorgeous pink lipstick. Book lovers!! Please do go to PageOne in Level 2. It's damn huge and even half an hour wasn't enough for me. Walked out with 2 books. I am gona go again! I just getting this sudden surge of happiness when I see loads of new books in front of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by meeting parents and Rajan uncle's family in CP. Followed the kids to the nearby Pasar Malam and had to go on the mini-viking with Roshini as she was too scared. My bf and dad had to accompany her as well. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhu mentioned about blogging on what couples could do on V-day. I am not really sure on what's the most romantic thing to do but I am just going to do my best. Here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common ones can be booking cable-car for sky dining or a romantic dinner at Mt Faber. But not necessarily at this two places. You can decide your own romantic place. Maybe at Upp Pierce or Seletar Reservoir or Mt Emily and have your private romantic dinner. You can bring those tea candles and your own/packed food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can afford to splurge might want to try out &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysg.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It's one of the places that I really want to go but have not. If not you can try out the restaurants at Dempsey Road or Chijmes. These are for those who want to bring their partner for dinner/lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For things to do, I am not too sure. Maybe u guys can go play kites like little children or have your pigging out session under the block or even have a movie marathon in your home but whatever it is, it's you who knows best on how to surprise your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5135695069969142521?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5135695069969142521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5135695069969142521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5135695069969142521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5135695069969142521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7556864445256294400</id><published>2008-01-14T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:36:36.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Pongal to the Makkals and Machis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had wonderful lunch at Komala Villas with fellow colleagues and my, we girls don't mind camwhoring. hahha. But the food was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekend. Not sure why. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met an old seconday school classmate to help with her project. While talking to her, I realized that I am indeed the most luckiest girl to have gotten a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy as my significant other, always willing to make sacrifices for the r/s. Nowadays, guys are going around telling their gfs to lose weight and this and that whereas my bf is trying to be all nice about it and is being a pillar of support and strength and not demoralising me. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to be open to constructive comments about my weight. It's a good feeling and I realized people do care when they comment because they want you to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that some people lack optimism in their life. Take a minute, smell the fresh air and think about the people whom you love. Start the day with no negative thoughts and think postively because when you do that, thats when things will seem to fall in place, confidence flow in slowly and the answers will seem to be everywhere. Life's short, make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many answered the question in my previous post but that isn't going to stop me from asking one now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Scenario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's say you loved this guy for more than 5 years and decided to get married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, married for nearly 2 years and you have a 14mth old child, you find out from reliable sources that your husband has another girl and has fathered a child before?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;* This question is applicable to every marital status. Just put yourself in that situation and answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7556864445256294400?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7556864445256294400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7556864445256294400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7556864445256294400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7556864445256294400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-pongal-to-makkals-and-machis-just.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2286625239424294055</id><published>2008-01-11T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T07:28:42.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4eGMhgHFqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tBUTC-Py0E0/s1600-h/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154235848258426530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4eGMhgHFqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tBUTC-Py0E0/s320/free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I want to be that little girl in the picture above. So free, no worries, no evil thoughts, no sadness; only happiness, peace and innocence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am not a girl known for her inferiority complex but lately I might want to beg to differ that statement. Sighs. I am just so sick and tired of people commenting about my weight. And, it's not even people whom I know on a close basis. It is random people like taxi drivers, security guard, my neighbour, my neighbour's young &lt;s&gt;brats&lt;/s&gt; kids, my dad's friend whom I am meeting after more than 5 years. Even today, the security guard uncle told if I lose weight I will look much better. Seriously, I am doing my best to lose weight right now, thannk you very much. But please, if you want to touch on a sensitive issue to a girl especially about her weight, the very least you can do is to put it in a very polite, concerned way. At this point, even if a random Indian national worker was to come and comment on me, I will be unfazed. &lt;em&gt;Hah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had my dad's friend comment on me saying I should 'jangan badan' my weight as in I should take care of my weight and he said, " Oh look at my girls, they jangan badan their weight". Grrr. Like what the hell. Firstly, I hardly remember you much less your face. You don't meet me after god knows how long and within the first hour come and tell me this. And when my mom went to say I was offended, he told me I shouldn't be just because he's like brothers with my father and I should learn to accept it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's also even disappointing when you need someone to confide in or at least share your feelings, the person gives you a blunt answer. I guess it's just best to keep your feelings to yourself. If you keep telling people the same thing, they might just get sick and tired of hearing it. You might think they will be there when you are down. Haha. But I have my doubts now. I guess certain people do share my sentiments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that's why I decided to take it out by using the gym today. 45mins on treadmill and 15mins in those cycling stuff. hahah good. Of coz, I didn't run for 45mins straight but brisk walked. Oh well, it's just the beginning. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope it makes a difference :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2286625239424294055?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2286625239424294055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2286625239424294055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2286625239424294055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2286625239424294055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-be-that-little-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4eGMhgHFqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tBUTC-Py0E0/s72-c/free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-355057834537621169</id><published>2008-01-09T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:44:20.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4XMaRgHFnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J_bXe6wL-OU/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153750100342150770" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4XMaRgHFnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J_bXe6wL-OU/s320/rain.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's raining here at Stevens Road. Sighs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love when it rains at night, especially. You either need a good book/bf/bestie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love it when it's time to sleep. I feel all happy just to know that I am safe in bed, away from everything. But also I guess that's an excuse for me to hide myself from reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My baby is damn sweet. He told me the day before that his blog got spammed. So falling for it, I went to go and check it out and there I noticed a new blogpost &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;Tribute to my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lady&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;. I went on to read and realized he just posted about our relationship and his feelings and lied to me about the spamming thing. Naughty boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed to Jurong Point yesterday and got myself two gorgeous tops from Bega and one base eyeshadow and one chocolate dark brown eyeshadow colour from &lt;strong&gt;I NUOVI&lt;/strong&gt;. I like. :) I am planning to get more colours after the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; HeHe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of going to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bintan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but apparently most of the resorts are booked for the festive period. We might head down to Chinatown to enquire on the available packages. If not, we might just go a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things you might not know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you guys actually know that Mustafa Centre faces theft every single day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I onced asked this cashier as to why they had to tie the bags though they have sensors and CCTV cameras and she told me this shocking truth. Despite all this, they still steal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At first, I asked if whether it was mostly foreign workers as they frequent there quite often. But to my surprise, it wasn't them but those North Indian honeymoon couples whose newly-wedded brides adorn beautiful red and white bangles. Apparently, they buy stuff mostly cosmetics for over $2000 but put a $2 product in their bag. Dumb, right? You come to another country to do happy things with your husband and start a new life and there you go spoiling the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And on the day I asked, earlier in the morning, this lady got caught for stealing. An Indian National, this lady took a punjabi suit which cost $95. But she took out the price tag and replaced it with a $19 handbag price tag. When the cashier scanned, she was wondering why there was no alarm sensor or something. She went to check and realized it actually belong to a handbag. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's been long since I posted a question. So here it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you do if you found out that your partner emotionally cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for eg: thinking of another person, wishing he/she was their partner etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4XR0RgHFoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LQMRvEHW9K4/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153756044576888450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4XR0RgHFoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LQMRvEHW9K4/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All it takes for a girl to be happy or make her day is just a kiss on the forehead from her loved one, at least for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Baby I need you now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-355057834537621169?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/355057834537621169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=355057834537621169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/355057834537621169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/355057834537621169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-raining-here-at-stevens-road.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R4XMaRgHFnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J_bXe6wL-OU/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8398028032191544294</id><published>2008-01-06T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:08:40.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a week since New Year. Seems a bit slow to me but at the same time fast. I received a not very good news last week but I am trying to take it positively. It's not end of life but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year started off with a bang in my uncle's place with hardcore gambling and me dozing off at the couch. It was fun I guess for the elders. Next day, hardcore gambling was still on and my cousin's best friend did an excellent job in massaging my back and head as I had a hard time puttin my stubborn niece to bed. Got back only at 6pm and I was supposed to do the prayers but I knocked out at only woke up at 8.30pm. Sighs. But I did end up praying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Billa and it was good. Much better than I expected and Ajit's acting was impressively good. Didn't really enjoy myself in the theatre as I was feeling hot and the seat was 'dirty'. My hands started itching like hell and formed lumps all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still yet to post the pictures. (&lt;em&gt;not of those disgusting lumps)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mustafa Centre and though I can't imagine myself shopping there, I ended up doing just that. Not bad, the Indian tops are impressive and got myself a real nice pants and gorgeous Kurta top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few stuff that needs to get started on in my life. And, it's time I start planning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8398028032191544294?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8398028032191544294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8398028032191544294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8398028032191544294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8398028032191544294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-been-week-since-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1917846008267438256</id><published>2007-12-31T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:18:46.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful time on Friday at the Night Safari. It was dad's birthday and we all decided to go to Night Safari and not even my mom's cast was going to stop us. The children, Ashwin, Roshini, Sajini were all too excited. But sadly, the tram ride was quite disappointing. Most of the animals decided not to show up. But the elephants were soo cute! They looked toward us and started nodding their heads. Guess they were welcoming us. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rushed to see the animal show and it was very nice. The wolf gave reluctant howls before running back. hahha. And the host, Jini, did a very good job. Went the show was finished, she talked to us and when she learnt it was my dad's birthday she even gave out vouchers and asked someone to get a wheelchair for my mother. I was amazed at her customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, headed to temple and went to meet my aunty followed by birthday dinner for my dad in the evening. We went to Masala Art at Peninsula Plaza and the place was impressive. Very posh and cosy. But the only thing is that the floor is damn slippery man. Had wonderful food especially the seafood masala which was prepared on the spot but overall it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post the pictures sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just 5 more hours before 2008 is born and even before it's born good signs are beginning to show. My baby precious have gotten all As for his exam and scored 3.9 for his GPA. I am so proud of him and I am sure he can soar if he continue to pursue his studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch &lt;strong&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/strong&gt; with my colleagues &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe. Will Smith is just &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has not been a real good year except for December onwards. Had a rocky relationship. Sudden demise of 2 wonderful beings. Tears and arguements. Other than that, I went to Bangkok, gotten a new job, met new people and got money. So, can say it was an average year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2008 will prove me wrong and bring me loads of smiles and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While half of the nation will be at town for the countdown, I will be peacefully sitting down in a much less crowded home in Bedok with my paternal relatives. Poor baby has to work OT today but oh well, it's worth doing it for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a very happy new year and hope the new year brings us a lot of smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1917846008267438256?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1917846008267438256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1917846008267438256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1917846008267438256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1917846008267438256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/had-wonderful-time-on-friday-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1606816579320111061</id><published>2007-12-27T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:55:22.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I received another 2 more presents. Haiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take pretty pictures and post them sooon. The week's been terrible so far. Actually not the week but just &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the days in this week. It caused bad heartaches for &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; you. I doubt even a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would be enough. But you were way &lt;em&gt;tooo&lt;/em&gt; giving for me. I deserved much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok. I am going to pick up the pieces again and fix it right. And I know you will be there, right beside me, guiding me and picking me up when I fall. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;, my guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch P.S I Love You but strangely none of the theatres was screening it. Guess there's some delay. Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/strong&gt; and it was a mind-blowing, heart-stopping movie. hahah. My heart literally stopped because of the sound effects. The movie was damn good la and of cause with Will Smith in it, any movie will be good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my dad's birthday and yet he gave me $200 in the morning. *&lt;em&gt;slaps forehead&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 looks promising and welcoming now and I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could feel this much for a person.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary at times the emotional turmoil I go through.&lt;br /&gt;From angry &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i-dont-know-what-i'm-saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bitch to a baby.&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose that's what they call &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, then I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very much:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1606816579320111061?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1606816579320111061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1606816579320111061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1606816579320111061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1606816579320111061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-received-another-2-more-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4716026549580177399</id><published>2007-12-24T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:50:34.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. I got 4 more presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mickey Mouse and friends savings tin. I changed it into a pen holder. hah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leather card holder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earrings and chain from my bestie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to get presents on Sunday for my colleagues. My, it was tiring trying to choose what and who to give. I think we went around Causeway Point like more than 5 times. By the time we took our lunch was 3plus. Our initial plan was to get presents for my colleague, leave them at my place, catch Alvin and the Chipmunks at Cineleisure and see the lightings. &lt;/p&gt;Unfortunately, the shopping had to end a little late. But it didn't ruin any plans. We managed to catch Alvin and the Chipmunks at Causeway Point and the movie is fabulousssss with a capital F!! hahhaa. damn cute la. I don't mind exchanging them for my boyfriend. *&lt;em&gt;grins&lt;/em&gt;* Surprisingly, the theatre was empty with no any interruptions. The movie ended nearly 730pm and we made our way down to Orchard. The lightings were wonderful but we didn't really go all over. Orchard was screaming with people. I will let the pictures speak for itself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_P6BgHFdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QY-JRefcedI/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147561494850246098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_P6BgHFdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QY-JRefcedI/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_QMBgHFeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Cp2X1crRpDw/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147561804087891426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_QMBgHFeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Cp2X1crRpDw/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me standing like never been beside a Christmas tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_Q3hgHFfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eLCs7VYDlIo/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147562551412200946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_Q3hgHFfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eLCs7VYDlIo/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_Q3xgHFgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YCjV6tXmLeA/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147562555707168258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_Q3xgHFgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YCjV6tXmLeA/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_Q4BgHFhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A6zVXDqerPs/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147562560002135570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_Q4BgHFhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A6zVXDqerPs/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SWxgHFiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BVvPhbGorCA/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147564187794740770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SWxgHFiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BVvPhbGorCA/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SXBgHFjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/M3_0YAgULIs/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147564192089708082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SXBgHFjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/M3_0YAgULIs/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SXhgHFkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NtDn51AH00g/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147564200679642690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SXhgHFkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NtDn51AH00g/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visibly tired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SYRgHFlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1_nXK0nbYgk/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147564213564544594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SYRgHFlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1_nXK0nbYgk/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very tired us in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SYhgHFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/p43RmbG6YR8/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147564217859511906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_SYhgHFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/p43RmbG6YR8/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today finished work at 1pm and so did my bestie. Decided to meet her at Bugis as she needed to do some shopping. And shopping we did, cause we walked around Bugis for hours. The crowd was crazy man. I didn't have to walk. The crowd was pushing me. Goodness. I met her at about 130pm. We left Bugis only at 7pm. hahhaa. This is what happens when you leave 2 girls with money in their hands. hahah. But it's not like we shop dead. She got some presents for her nephews and cousins and she treated me to Swensen's ice creammm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way back, she did a very sweet thing. She hid my present in her bag and she pretended to take something. She took out a bag and said this is for you. So sweet, right? &lt;em&gt;*hint at bf*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Well, she got me gorgeous earrings which I have been eyeing on and this chain which has the word '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy&lt;/span&gt;'. So far, this has been the most wonderful Christmas and first time I have been &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; involved in it. Getting presents, wearing &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; earrings. hahha. Christmas overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, Christmas is all about giving and receiving like &lt;em&gt;Nithya&lt;/em&gt; said. Merry Christmas to all, and be good. :)&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4716026549580177399?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4716026549580177399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4716026549580177399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4716026549580177399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4716026549580177399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R2_P6BgHFdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QY-JRefcedI/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7855453779182942896</id><published>2007-12-20T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:36:12.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, it can be either a bad or good day depending on my attitude. Well, that's what Friendster says. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been wonderful so far. The monthly networking event was held on Wed and it was held in a different concept - &lt;em&gt;group speed-dating session&lt;/em&gt;. It was interesting and funny especially when certain groups didn't get up even when the 7 minutes were over and we had to go stand behind and say 'Move guys, move!' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I have many &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Santa Clauses'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my workplace. Most of my colleagues including my managers gave each other Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents I have received so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bookmark (ideal present for me as I am a bookworm!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knitted bag and purple pouch which ranges from big size all the way to small *love it*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beads and Donald Duck mobile accessory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winnie The Pooh handphone pouch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink small pencil box (I think) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Printed Shawl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;*beams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole unit went for Esprit shopping at Centrepoint last week cause one of my managers had some discount and I got myself this pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; babydoll top. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby and I got ourselves &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; couple rings after more than 2 years. Hahha. Speaking of the boyfriend, he has got a new job in SIA as an asst. technician and is a very happy little boy. The salary's quite good and will do him a lot of help especially now that he's awaiting his results. Now I can look forward to getting more presents! Plus, I can get to go to Changi Airport more often!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for dinner on Monday with the bestie at Bugis and bumped into our secondary school classmate Natalie. Seems like last year that we graduated, but time passes by fast. We are all updating each other on where we are currently working, and who's married or given birth. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a couple more days and we will be welcoming &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder what awaits me then but I hope it starts off with a good note, at least this time. I don't think I want to have any resolutions as I just can't get to fulfilling it. I am going to take it slow and see what I can achieve this time round. Who knows, can be my driving license? Oh wait, I can't be saying anything now. &lt;em&gt;Oops&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait to see the Christmas light up and watch &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin and The Chipmunks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7855453779182942896?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7855453779182942896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7855453779182942896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7855453779182942896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7855453779182942896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-so-it-can-be-either-bad-or-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7528269981434785806</id><published>2007-12-09T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:00:57.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Old news ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enchanted was best-est!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. It's funny, nice and so happy. A my-kind-of-movie. Those happily ever afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Gaya on Thurs and my, whenever I am with that girl we just end up sitting at one of those kopitiams or cafe for hours. We were at Causeway Point's Banquet at 8pm. We left at 10pm. But we didn't end there. I went to check out if there's Starbucks at Civic Centre cause the day before I saw a familiar sign at Civic but brushed it off. To my suprise, Starbucks is back!! We ended up there till 11ish and we left. Don't ask me what we talked about but everytime we meet, we just have something to talk and talk and talk. So yeah. That's girls for you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch The Golden Compass on Friday and it turned out to be a bit boring on the first part, but once my hero polar bear made its appearance, it was action time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Gaya for introducing to me that Rihanna's song. It's stuck in my head. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7528269981434785806?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7528269981434785806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7528269981434785806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7528269981434785806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7528269981434785806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-news-ahead-enchanted-was-best-est.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2413790306760850056</id><published>2007-12-06T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:08:16.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have concluded something. Parents are going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with the old season of Sesame Street, Spongebob cartoons?? If you are going to look deeper into unnecessary things, then might as well ban all cartoons. If these parents were right that Ernie was tooo close to Elmo, then whoever who watched it even my bunch of people would have grown up being gays/lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because Spongebob is too close with his whatever friend is a problem to them, I got nothing to say. So guys are supposed to stand 10miles apart and talk to each other. They can't express their friendship at all? Why are parents relying on cartoons to influence their children's mind? If children grow up following cartoons, then I must say that the parents' upbringing was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long u instill good values and teach your children whats good and not, I don't see how small kids are going to sway? If they are going to be so uptight about everything, then they should ban power rangers and TMNT because they go around KILLING bad people. It just sounds so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that educated parents behave like they're uneducated. Please la, if any of you are reading this and fits into this 'uneducated parent' category. Dont' bother tagging me. Don't be so uptight about things and learn ways to nurture your children. If u think that cartoons make such impact on your children's life, I am sad to say that your influence is only &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2413790306760850056?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2413790306760850056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2413790306760850056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2413790306760850056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2413790306760850056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-concluded-something.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7277388027340850903</id><published>2007-12-02T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:50:58.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended an interesting bhajan on Friday. We went to this open tent at Yishun and there was this whole big group of Chinese praying to Hindu and Chinese gods. And not only that, the Chinese were carrying kavadi! It was overwhelming to see non-indians so devoted to Hindu gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was great! Went to Kamini's brother's church wedding on Sat. The settings for the lunch was damn nice and so was the price. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back all heated up thanks to the weather. Evening headed to my cousin's place for some 16 days thingy for his newborn. After that, headed to my cousin's chalet at Changi Safra for her daughter's 1 year old birthday bash. My family ended up staying overnight and we had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldies plus the older cousins played cards, while the younger cousins all stayed awake till 5am in the morning talking stories. Morning, the kids headed to the swimming pool whereas the rest sang karaoke. I didn't know my cousin's husband could sing so well man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later part, all of us headed to the bowling centre. All of us so mismatched in our outfits. My cousin and I are officially known as the 'Longkang Sisters' cause the balls kept going to the longkang. So we decided, before the next bowling session, we are going to train ourselves. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 4pm yesterday, spent much needed time with baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best baby for your exams!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7277388027340850903?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7277388027340850903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7277388027340850903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7277388027340850903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7277388027340850903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-back-attended-interesting-bhajan.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8267473054981892226</id><published>2007-11-24T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:39:30.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Vel&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday and it was great!! I feel like watching it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for Kamini's brother's wedding on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jmqD4A21I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KYSBLS_vU78/s1600-h/DSC04084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136608985285188434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jmqD4A21I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KYSBLS_vU78/s320/DSC04084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suha and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0joMT4A22I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XZ10_r-3qPc/s1600-h/DSC04089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136610673207335778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0joMT4A22I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XZ10_r-3qPc/s320/DSC04089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0joMT4A22I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XZ10_r-3qPc/s1600-h/DSC04089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saje and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jowz4A23I/AAAAAAAAAH8/P77pjtJV8B8/s1600-h/DSC04091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136611300272561010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jowz4A23I/AAAAAAAAAH8/P77pjtJV8B8/s320/DSC04091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamini and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jp_z4A24I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aZzjvU4YvGI/s1600-h/DSC04098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136612657482226562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jp_z4A24I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aZzjvU4YvGI/s320/DSC04098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event for my workplace which I have been planning has over 60 sign ups!! But I am sure not all 60 will turn up. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Tank Rd temple with Sajetha to follow Kamini's bf kavadi as it was Karthigai yesterday. My god, Singapore is just getting bad to worse. OK not Singapore, but its weather. I was standing and talking to Aishu and my feet was burning cause it was that hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I can't stand those wild Indians who whistle, dance and behave like they are some hooligans at an auspicious festival. Here people are together to show their devotion and to fulfill their vows. I am amazed at how some people just can't get something as simple as this to their head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8267473054981892226?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8267473054981892226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8267473054981892226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8267473054981892226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8267473054981892226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-to-watch-vel-yesterday-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0jmqD4A21I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KYSBLS_vU78/s72-c/DSC04084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4500508947804832268</id><published>2007-11-20T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:43:22.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepavali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fabulous time with Thana and Bestie on Friday. We headed to Thai Express and had a ball of our time, snapping photos like we owned Thai Express. Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family had an open house on Sunday mainly for my dad's working colleagues. I called a few of my friends on my side. The open house was great! Kids running everywhere. Adults talking in groups and bursting into laughter every now and then. This is the first open house our family has hosted since moving to Woodlands 8 years ago. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby was so hardworking that even I was impressed with him. He was helping out and trying to be a better host than me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a busy week for me and my baby as well. His exams are coming up and for me, I have this event to plan for next Wednesday. God knows how I am going to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am itching to do something. Like book a chalet, do some shoe shopping or go Sentosa. Sighs. But I am going to be broke soooon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for you. Thank god for your patience. Thank god for your perseverance. Thank god for your committment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwC-1-7uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cvmd13rZVP8/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134930459175612130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwC-1-7uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cvmd13rZVP8/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me reasoning out with one of the waiters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0Lv_u1-7rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ChjM3HTUl2k/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134930403341037234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0Lv_u1-7rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ChjM3HTUl2k/s320/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauties of Thai Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwAO1-7sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FAj6JXrDncs/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwAO1-7sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FAj6JXrDncs/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwAO1-7sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FAj6JXrDncs/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwAO1-7sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FAj6JXrDncs/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LyA-1-7vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wLhFMOOMLlA/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134932623839129330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LyA-1-7vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wLhFMOOMLlA/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwCe1-7tI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RH0EglfRYkw/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4500508947804832268?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4500508947804832268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4500508947804832268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4500508947804832268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4500508947804832268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-fabulous-time-with-thana-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/R0LwC-1-7uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cvmd13rZVP8/s72-c/DSC00789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4586471007619320553</id><published>2007-11-15T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:58:06.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepavali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Om Shanti Om was fabulousssssssss!! Deepika is so damn hot. I wish I had a body like hers. Surprisingly, I loved watching the villan parts here cause Arjun is so damn good! hahah basically its a very good movie and please if you guys are going to watch in GV Yishun, please bring a sweater/jacket. When my bf and I went to watch on Monday, it was freezing cold that I was actually jerking from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali was gooood. It was spent in a private way with my family. We gave thosai and mutton curry to 3 of our neighbours and for dinner, we ordered pizza. It was damn nice, with the new decorations being put up. Hah. I hope Deepavali was good for you guys. Following that, the next day we left to KL to Ashwin's maternal grandparent's home for some function. We took the AeroLine coach back on Sunday and it was one of the best. It is a double-decker coach and on the first deck, they had 6 sofas and a flat screen tv with a table in the middle. And, there were 50 movies that you can choose to watch. On the 2nd deck, there were 20 big seats. As you'd guess, I was seating below all the way. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions for this entry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does one prefer to stay in an physical/emotional abusive relationship compared to a relationship where one of the partner is near perfection?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do the abused victims keep hoping for the better though there are rare signs for improvement? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do one always opt for break-up when their near-perfect partner opts for otherwise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean it just dawned upon me that some prefer to stay in a abusive relationship and break-up would be the last thing on their mind. But, some who has a near perfect partner always opts for break-up first when they have an argument? &lt;em&gt;Love makes the world go around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tom I will be having dinner with Thana and Bestieeee!! Weeeeee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; hope it all goes well for you. I want to see your old self:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4586471007619320553?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4586471007619320553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4586471007619320553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4586471007619320553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4586471007619320553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4648202443999195968</id><published>2007-11-04T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:49:21.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something disturbing took place yesterday. But before I come to that, I shall just go on first about how my day went by. Firstly, Ashwin came to stay over the night before. A living pooh bear. We went to tekka to send him off cause his mother was there also. From there, I headed to Queenstown to meet my baby for his Deepavali shopping at Queensway Shopping Centre. He got himself a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice shirt, a &lt;em&gt;very very&lt;/em&gt; nice dark brown polo tee and a nice jeans. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I headed down to Bedok for my grandfather's death prayers. Normally indians do prayers for the dead before Deepavali. As I was on my way, my mom called me to tell a shocking news. One of my &lt;em&gt;uncles&lt;/em&gt; (dad's bro, his wife's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is admitted in the hospital in ICU. Though I don't really know him personally, I have seen him before and talked to him once or twice. The last I saw him was probably a year back at 888 plaza coffeeshop (woodlands) drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually, what happened was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My uncle was brutually hammered by 3 young Indian punks. A &lt;strong&gt;21yr old&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;19yr old&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;18yr old&lt;/strong&gt; beat him up with an umbrella, helmet and boots if im not wrong. And those bastards targetted his head only. And before bashing my uncle, the &lt;strong&gt;21yr ol&lt;/strong&gt;d actually bashed up another young teenage guy at Sembawang and they dug his eyes out. Now that guy is in GH ICU unit and the doctor has given him 24hrs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prayers my mom decided to pay a visit to the uncle as we probably won't have time to go this week already. Also the doctors have given up hope and it was just a matter of time. We reached TTSH ICU Unit and saw my aunties all seated there. When we reached, they were cleaning him up. When the doctor was done, we all went in. It was the most depressing sight ever. His whole body was swollen. His eyes were covered. Tubes were everywhere and machines was all over him. His sisters were rubbing his hands as he felt quite cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in for about 5 minutes when my cousin decided to go out to call his wife and 2 young children. My mom told me to accompany her and we both left. But the wife was on the phone so we came back again. And from the door we saw all of them standing out and crying. We quickly ran back to call the wife. Our worst fears were confirmed. He was dead. My parents saw his life just slip by right infront of their eyes. At that point of time, I realized how 2 minutes or even 1 mintue made an impact. I was totally shocked. Just a moment ago, he was breathing. And I stepped out and and came back he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His daughter (Pri 5) started crying. I was holding on to the younger boy and my hand was across his chest. I could feel his heart beat so fast. He was probably about Pri 1 or 2 there. After a while, when my dad's brother went to hug him, he burst out crying. All of them went to see him except for the daughter. She didn't want to go. I stood there and accompanied her. After a while when she calmed down, she asked if she could go and see him. I asked her if she really wanted to and she nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her in and she went right beside him and started calling him. My god. Thinking about it now makes me feel so sad. The way she called him back, even my dad teared. The father was supposed to bring the kids on Wednesday for Deepavali shopping. And to add on, yesterday was the uncle's 12th year wedding anniversary. What could be more worse? I was so affected by it that my heart literally started to ache. God. I abhor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can see those 3 guys and give them the punishment they deserve. But I am not God and they don't deserve death sentence (&lt;em&gt;if sentenced&lt;/em&gt;) because it will be just for 1 minute or 2. They won't get to suffer like how the victims did. No matter what the problem was or who provoked who, they had no right to beat someone to pulp. The uncle's whole lower jaw was broken plus his nose and those bastards even punched his eyes. His kidney and lungs failed and his skull had a lot of blood clots. Argggh. I am just soo irritated. I feel a lot for his young kids. One should never go through like this and should never die like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for this entry is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you  are given a chance to be God and punish these fellas, what would you do? And how will you help the family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4648202443999195968?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4648202443999195968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4648202443999195968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4648202443999195968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4648202443999195968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-disturbing-took-place.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3228645059505755074</id><published>2007-10-31T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:46:33.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I have been so busy these past few days that I didn't even have time to blog. &lt;em&gt;Tuesday &lt;/em&gt;was a bad day:( I dont want to elaborate on it. But I love my baby so much more. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ended my fast properly but I couldn't help notice the ugly side of Singaporeans and the interesting side of Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ugly Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple committee had closed the pathway beside the temple to gather all the women who were going around the firepit. They had put the barricades and some of the committee members were standing there. I suppose that's a frequented pathway for those going to work. Some were understanding and just turned back to take the longer route. But some Singaporeans.. it's a pity such manners are being portrayed by them. I heard this woman blurt out a loud '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' as she was turning back. Some of them were seen mumbling and grumbling. I don't understand why these educated people can't seem to understand so simple. &lt;em&gt;aargh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the Gods are getting married or is there any wedding going on? Why must people especially young girls dress up so grandly for a festival or to temple? Its not like you're attending any wedding. And not only they dress up grandly but they proceed to stare at every other girl. If any of you readers are angry at me for this, don't tag me, instead, please look at your dressing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there are only 3 people in my office. WooOoohOoO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dare to Date&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dating tips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$10 date challenge. Go to 3 places &amp;amp; do any 3 things. Must include 1 meal &amp;amp; 1 present each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spend 40mins apart &amp;amp; pick up a small gift that best represent your date/gf/bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring a camera &amp;amp; take silly photos @ the Zoo &amp;amp; Night Safari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catch the city view @ Mt.Faber &amp;amp; exchange childhood stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get tea-lights &amp;amp; have a 'candlelight' meal anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Visit farms &amp;amp; nurseries @ Loyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go for a jetty &amp;amp; linkway bridge walk @ Labrador Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring some bread to Botanic Gardens &amp;amp; feed the swans, ducks, terrapins &amp;amp; fishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like to catch sunset or sunrise against the backdrop of rippling waters &amp;amp; luscious greenery? Do this @ Upper Pierce Reservoir &amp;amp; you may just end up at the center of Singapore! &lt;- &lt;em&gt;I might be going here. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I am not sure if I am going to do these also. But I hope you guys might want to try. If you guys are those picnic sort, maybe you can try Mt.Faber, Labrador Park, Upper Pierce Reservoir or Tanjong Rhu beach at Sentosa. Or you can, try taking a one day trip to Johor/Malacca for some seafood and shopping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, you guys can even sit under the void deck but what matters is what you do and how you enjoy it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy lovin'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3228645059505755074?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3228645059505755074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3228645059505755074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3228645059505755074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3228645059505755074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-have-been-so-busy-these-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5900135525605046328</id><published>2007-10-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:46:47.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back!! Well Well, I loved the responses I got from my lovelies with regards to my earlier post. Btw, it has got nothing to do with my r/s (&lt;em&gt;fyi&lt;/em&gt;). Hah. Also, for the record, we have been going on for 31 months. And, I still bawl my eyes out when we argue/quarrel/fight. *Shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I completed my kumbuduthanam on Tues morning and it was damn peaceful. I saw one of my ex-tuition student's father helping out. The very family I blogged about where the mother doesn't show enough love and care for the daughter. Yeap. Well, I have stopped teaching the family because the father apparently told me he's having some legal issues and he might be taking his daughters overseas for a while. So he asked if I could put the tuition on hold till Dec. Of course I agreed, cause the tuition's been taking a toll on me. But a few weeks later, his daughter calls me up and asks me why I have not been coming over to their house and she also tells me another thing. Apparently, they have a new tuition teacher. Hahah. I can't believe the father stooped so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when he saw me on Tues, he was stunned. I could see it in his face. Well, who cares, I can't be bothered. So as I was saying, my kumbuduthanam went well but I am having the after-effects. My fast will officially end on Monday after I walk around the firepit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;question&lt;/strong&gt; for this entry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets say there are 2 guys, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; is a wonderful, nice and sweet guy. He is romantic with his words but he hardly surprises you with gifts. But he is never shy to make u feel loved with his words. However, &lt;strong&gt;B &lt;/strong&gt;is not that romantic with words but he buys a lot of gifts for you. Which type of guy would u go for? A guy who never fails to surprise you with his words, or a guy who never fails to surprise you with his gifts? And why???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grab a piece of paper, divide it into 2 columns. In one put Love, the other put Dislike. Write 10 things/character/actions you love about your boyfriend/girlfriend and write 10 things/character/actions you dislike about your boyfriend/girlfriend in the respective columns. But both of you can't tell each other what you are writing about until you are done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once you're done, pass the paper to each other and learn what they think about you. You might be surprised with their answers!! Hahha. Just a suggestion anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P.S : Since I am working in SDU, I have some dating tips which I use for the newsletter. Any couples who want, feel free to msg me what type of tip you want? It's very useful for couples also especially those who can't seem to think of where to go and what to do for their next outing. Its quite interesting. I have not tried it yet, but no harm. Do let me know. This service is only available from Mon-Fri. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So please, I am awaiting the tag floods!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5900135525605046328?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5900135525605046328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5900135525605046328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5900135525605046328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5900135525605046328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-back-well-well-i-loved-responses-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2055677371457012443</id><published>2007-10-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:16:04.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No guys, there is no problem with my blogskin. I decided that for a change, use the template Blogger.com provides. And instead of taking the usual black, I settled for a white skin instead. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a question. If anyone can answer, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're in a r/s for maybe 1 1/2 years. For the 1st year, whenever you argue with your boyfriend/girlfriend, you get hurt and you end up crying. But after that 1 year, whenever you argue with your boyfriend/girlfriend, you don't cry, you feel very frustrated and can even go on days without talking to him. Why is there a sudden change in your feelings? Does that mean you don't feel the same for your boyfriend/girlfriend anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I will be starting my fast for Thimithi/Kumbuduthanam on this Sunday which will last till Mon (29/10).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2055677371457012443?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2055677371457012443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2055677371457012443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2055677371457012443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2055677371457012443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-guys-there-is-no-problem-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-910773688770539853</id><published>2007-10-16T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:52:30.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like I took a temporary hiatus. Oh well, it has been an interesting week so far. I can't remember exactly so the events will be in random order, I &lt;em&gt;suppose&lt;/em&gt;. Went for my physio therapy session yesterday and my physiotherapist, Sarah, helped released the tension in my spine while pressing on it. Hah. Felt like I went for a massage. After that, my baby and I went to Vivocity, walked around and decided to watch I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. It was an &lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt; movie la. An average comedy show not worth the 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I bought the loveliest pair of earrings which I might have a bit of trouble matching it. But nonetheless, it's beautiful. Also, I got myself this brownish-silverish-gold heels. I like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my expenditure on myself. Nowadays, I limit myself to a certain amount of money spend on myself. So this month went for my shoes and earrings. Next month will be pedicure! Just in time for Deepavali. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have been pushing it a bit Gaya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I finally got the cream!! Been using it since, but I guess it's too early to look out for changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abhor inconsiderate commuters. Ever since I started working, I have been seen so many incidents which makes me so irritated. Firstly, these educated bunch of idiots are blind. They can't see the markings on the ground and proceed to stand in the yellow arrow which clearly indicates for alighting commuters. Secondly, when the train arrives, they still wouldn't budge but continue to stand in the center, oblivious to the stares of the alighting commuters. Thirdly, there won't be space for any commuters to get in as it is damn crowded. But again, the blind idiots will continue to push their fat ass in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, as these people are blind to courtesy, they refuse to give seats to obvious pregnant ladies. They are even good actors. When they spot a swollen belly, they quickly close their eyes, pretending to be in deep sleep. Or they will take out their hp and start playing with the keypad. God. There was an incident which took place in the morning. This inconsiderate guy sat down in the train and beside the door where it normally opens. Trust me. If I was standing near him, I would have stepped on his knees and made sure he never board a train again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got in contact with a friend whom I have not talked to in a long time. Sometimes I feel that life's too short to hate/dislike/abhor people/events/memories. Treasure each passing moment cause it's irreversible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's the most educated people who tend to behave like they are stupid. I am stuffed with food now. So full I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-910773688770539853?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/910773688770539853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=910773688770539853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/910773688770539853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/910773688770539853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/seems-like-i-took-temporary-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-9039155740554270679</id><published>2007-10-02T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:10:44.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like my previous post triggered my tagboard. Heh. All is fine now dear darlings. We've talked it out again, &lt;em&gt;properly&lt;/em&gt;. :) Finally, the cream is here! I can't wait to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I got my last term results alreadyyyyy. I scored a freaking &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; for my Applied Maths for Communication Technologies!!!! Finally, I've finished my advanced diploma in Info-Comm. Next stop is degree. But I am not sure where to take. Any idea....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoh. Does anyone know whether BBDC or SSDC is better?? If anyone knows, please do let me know eh. I am planning to take my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking pissed. I am totally broke but I will be getting my pay only on the 8th! My agency is damn screwed up la. They are always giving stupid reasons for this and that. Arghhh! I am just soo irritated!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-9039155740554270679?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/9039155740554270679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=9039155740554270679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/9039155740554270679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/9039155740554270679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/seems-like-my-previous-post-triggered.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4879097304170201085</id><published>2007-09-29T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:05:44.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. One helluva sneaky bastard. It just teaches you to appreciate the people around you more as you will never know when your loved ones are going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;. The silent killer. It can always ruin whatever relationship you have with that person; especially if you lend that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. One of life's greatest feeling. Like what &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naseem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said its always better to love a person who loves you twice as much as you love them. And I think that's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have so much of faith in our relationship. More than me. I am ashamed to say that being with you for so long, I don't even have that much of faith and love on you. You love me so much that your willing to forsake your ego and is always willing to give in to me. After how I scolded you last night, any guy in your position would be damn angry. But you, you still sms me the next day like nothing happened. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't understand how one can love someone so much. I don't deserve it. But I hope I can be a better girlfriend to you from now. I hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4879097304170201085?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4879097304170201085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4879097304170201085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4879097304170201085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4879097304170201085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/death.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-295142303792077459</id><published>2007-09-25T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:21:22.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boyfriend and I have not been having happy conversations due to a certain feeling which is confusing my little head. He and I have been in a relationship for 2 and 1/2 years which means tomorrow is my 2 and 1/2 years anniversary. :) But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, his parents does not know me personally and I am not sure if they actually know he has a girlfriend. His mom knows me not as his girlfriend but as a friend cause he told me about her tailoring shop and I went down to have a suit sewn. So she knows that I know her son but we are not sure if she knows I am his girlfriend. On the other hand, my parents know about us and some of my uncles and aunties. The thing which is bothering me is, why couldn't he let his parents know about us? We have talked about this before. He wanted to introduce me to his family last year but I refused as I wasn't ready. So we decided that he introduce me formally to his parents after he has graduated from his ITE education. But then, he can't simply tell his parents a couple of weeks before bringing me that he has a girlfriend. I thought to myself why can't he just tell his parents that he has a girlfriend and he will bring her home when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was upset cause I was bringing the matter up cause my colleagues was asking how come he hasn't introuced me yet. But yeah. When is the right time to introduce your gf/bf to your family? How do you start that topic with your parents? I know of someone who introduced her boyfriend to her family when she went on with her boyfriend for 2 weeks. If I am not wrong, they have been going on for 2 years already. I know of another person who brought his gf home the next day he went into a relationship with her. They dated for more than a year, is happily married now and is expecting their bundle of joy next month. I don't know cause in my case, I just brought my boyfriend home a month after I went into a relationshop and the weeks after kept spending time with him, talking to him and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no any formal introduction like "This is my boyfriend. I am going to marry him".  I guess my parents just knew. All has been settled. I confessed saying I feel a bit more safer with him letting his parents know. I really don't know. Sometimes I feel I want this and later I feel I don't want. I have concluded that I am a very contradictive, stubborn and always confused person. This is my second relationship but first longest. Sometimes it feels like my very first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I am an insecure person. But in this relationship, I have learnt many things about myself. I am hot-headed, contradictive, hot-tempered, insecured, stubborn and madly in love with my babyboy. Sometimes which might not be good as I expect him to do things in my way. But he does it without complaining. Sighs. Time to time, he makes me feel more bad and stupid towards my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not been well at home which is making me irritated as I don't have any siblings to confide in. It's at this time when I really regret being the only child. But I have realized that instead of running away from your problems, it's better to just face it. It just ends the ordeal faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my cream that I have ordered from Gaya will be arriving soon. Hope it creates wonders for my face like it did for Gaya and her mother. Heh. Navarathiri is around the corner which means Thimithi is a month away which also means I will be putting kumbuduthanam which also means I will be starting my fast pretty soon. Thats a total of 3 &lt;em&gt;which also means&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this bad phase passes by soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-295142303792077459?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/295142303792077459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=295142303792077459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/295142303792077459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/295142303792077459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-boyfriend-and-i-have-not-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5424571445614816319</id><published>2007-09-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:27:40.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something disgusting happened in my workplace on Friday. There's a toilet outside my office, something which looks like those ECP (east coast park) toilets. For the male and female, they only have one cubicle in it. One of my colleagues decided to use that toilet on Friday. Within 15mins, she came back running to my colleague and saying something. Thinking it was work, I brushed it off, but when my other colleague shouted OMG! I decided to go and see whats going on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, there's this window near the cubicle and while your doing your 'business', you can actually see outside. When my colleague was in, she didn't see the window and while she was halfway through it, she heard the camera shutter sound and she looked towards the window. To her horror, she saw a handphone near the window. She screamed and quickly came out. She explained to my colleague that the handphone had a blue casing and the camera behind the phone was in a square shape. When Thana heard this, she told us that the cleaner uncle has a handphone with a light blue casing. We didnt know what to do. We told one of the supervisors but he didn't want to confiscate any handphones as this is a sensitive issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, my colleague's bf came and the police also arrived together with my deputy director and all cause they all went for meeting. To cut long story short, in the end, the cleaner uncle admitted to taking the photo. He claimed that he wanted to take the photo to see who's making it dirty which is a total bullshit excuse because we rarely use the toilet outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure how is he charged and all but I shall keep you updated. It's so disgusting and scary man. Now going to toilet will never be the same again. Today I went to visit one of my secondary school classmate who has recently given birth to a baby girl. She's such a bundle of joy man. Damn cute! I feel like having a baby girl laaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting you babygirl Afraaaaa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RvZa-DhM_BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8drKltBVzzk/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113374449068735506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RvZa-DhM_BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8drKltBVzzk/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RvZbPzhM_CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Tutol4MGISs/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113374754011413538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RvZbPzhM_CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Tutol4MGISs/s320/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5424571445614816319?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5424571445614816319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5424571445614816319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5424571445614816319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5424571445614816319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-disgusting-happened-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RvZa-DhM_BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8drKltBVzzk/s72-c/DSC00515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3701202912741801190</id><published>2007-09-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:55:34.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My weekend was great! Saturday was Lord Ganesha's birthday. My 1st boyfriend. Hehe. Headed to Little India to get things for prayers and had my lunch with parents and rascal Ashwin followed by bhajan in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the much awaited day for me as I had planned a surprise lunch for my mom and baby. It was the post-birthday treat from me to my baby. But since my mom would be alone at home decided to ask her to join us. Last week was spent cracking my head wondering where to bring my baby as he has a huge appetite and he claims eating in restaurants is considered a waste of time. He doesn't understand how one can pay so much to eat something which occupies quarter of a plate. Hah. That's my boyfriend for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thana was suggesting Swissotel's buffet which I was considering. Then it struck my mind that there's this seafood restaurant I wanted to try as the name is very catchy. &lt;strong&gt;No Signboard Seafood Restaurant. &lt;/strong&gt;I guess some of you might have heard about it. I decided to make a reservation at one of their outlets in Vivocity. And after that I thought of bringing my baby to Sentosa's Tanjong Rhu beach. Firstly, the food there is simply sumptuous. The butter prawns is a must-try!!! I am an avid prawn lover and I am in love with the butter prawns there! The prices might get a little pricey for certain but good food are worth paying for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby and mom loved the ambience and the food. But the plan to Sentosa was postponed as we thought of spending our much-needed quality time alone at home. Parents went over to Ashwin's house and to Malaysia last night for an uncle's funeral. They will be back home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take photos of the food but managed to get a pic of the restaurant itself. Will be posting it soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am glad you enjoyed the treat. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3701202912741801190?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3701202912741801190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3701202912741801190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3701202912741801190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3701202912741801190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-weekend-was-great-saturday-was-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2228229283730189037</id><published>2007-09-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:24:10.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I want to wish my baby a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehe, I know I am a day later but who cares. The birthday was spent with the boy. And, it was goooood. Met up with him at 7.30pm! He used this day to come late, so that I won't scold him. He had a craving for pasta and I thought of bringing him to Pastamania but decided to go Swensen's. Before that we went to get for him a present. I wanted to get a ring and chose a nice one at Bits &amp; Pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But he went to 77th Street and got a cheaper one because the one I saw was too expensive. Grrr. But no! It's my baby's birthday and I want something which looks best on him. So I got the one he liked at 77th street, because he likes it. And I got the one at Bits &amp; Pieces because he looked real nice with it. I hope you like it baby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bought cake and celebrated it at home. Due to certain issues, he had to go back home at 12mn. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope it all ends well SOON! I am having a bad headache cause I wore my shades and wanted to see if I could see the sun. But because of my stupidity, I got a real bad headache. Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope everything goes well on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2228229283730189037?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2228229283730189037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2228229283730189037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2228229283730189037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2228229283730189037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/firstly-i-want-to-wish-my-baby-very.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2192225775518186619</id><published>2007-09-04T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:21:49.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging from work at 9.45am. I got no life. Oh, did I forget to add that I got a bouquet of purple roses from my parents? heh. Something different from the usual blue and red roses they normally give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally meeting my baby today. Planning to watch Ratatouille movie. The movie reviews seem convincing enough. I am a bit bored and VERY sleepy. Plus, the cramps aren't good buddies to me at this point of time. This blog sounds monotonous. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know of places that have good buffet? Baby's birthday is coming up and I have no idea what to get for him. Anyone has any good ideas what to get for men? Apart from the usual shirt and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seeing the Vasantham Star contestants biography at vasantham's website and I can't believe all the girl contestants are younger than me except for Sumithra. They all look so matured. Wonders of make-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you girls gone out with a single touch of make-up? Can you? If you can, then I must say that you're not afraid to show the real you. How many girls are able to walk out that door without foundation, concealer, mascara, eyeliner and etc? I agree I wear make-up but simple ones, no concealer and liquid foundation. haha. But ask yourself whether you can, walk out that day baring the real you and bare it with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait for work to finish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2192225775518186619?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2192225775518186619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2192225775518186619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2192225775518186619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2192225775518186619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-blogging-from-work-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-527926521070453376</id><published>2007-09-01T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:19:53.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The birthday has come and gone. The actual birthday was kinda interesting. I had work. I thought all my colleagues didn't know and I didn't expect them to know either. After lunch, i realized they were around my table but I thought they were there to just crowd around and talk. But no, Thana told me to sit at my table and I saw one of my colleagues lighting up some thing. And I realized, it was a slice of cake. They all stood around my table and sang me a birthday song. heh. I was like damn touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto9wiYB6RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0a9LdGJNLiI/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105461031648487698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto9wiYB6RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0a9LdGJNLiI/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They had a pretty flower thingy. lol&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work, went to the temple with my baby. It was some auspicious event for Lord Ganesha. Ended up staying there till 8plus. Rushed down to AMK Hub cause baby wanted to get something but cldn't due to time constraint. Sighs. Again, rushed down to Causeway Point to meet parents and Ashwin in Swensens. While going back home, that kutty told that my father bought a chocolate cake. lol. It was supposed to be a surprise. wahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto-0iYB6SI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IJZbTU-UtoI/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105462199879592226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto-0iYB6SI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IJZbTU-UtoI/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105462504822270258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto_GSYB6TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/27dQB08QbH0/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto_oCYB6UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BNHy4KWgj1A/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105463084642855234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto_oCYB6UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BNHy4KWgj1A/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpALyYB6VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BjaV8TCstl8/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105463698823178578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpALyYB6VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BjaV8TCstl8/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, followed by a tearful night with the boy. He ended up telling me a surprise which I wasn't supposed to know. But he had to, in order for me to go out with him. I know I am mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family had actually planned a dinner yesterday. The plan was, I was supposed to go out with my baby to The Oriental to collect something from his uncle who works there. Then, my family followed by Ashwin's parents will be seated at the cafe waiting for me. Since the surprise was unfolded the night before, there wasn't any surprise. But its the thought that counts right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad had planned with my aunt who works there earlier. We made our way down there and I must tell you, the place is absolutely mind-blowing. Apparently, it's a 6 star hotel. We made our way down to The Melt Cafe where my aunt works. Its a buffet kind and the staff there were wonderful. They had specially prepared so many dishes for me. I felt like royalty. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpCKSYB6WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WWCIMVfGvh8/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105465872076630370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpCKSYB6WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WWCIMVfGvh8/s320/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out the heart-shaped watermelons. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpCgyYB6XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hSDCy5pu6tY/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105466258623687026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpCgyYB6XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hSDCy5pu6tY/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up taking photos in our hps! Because no one brought camera!! Irritating right? But on the whole, it was definitely a memorable and enjoyable birthday. Love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who tolerated all my nonsense and scoldings. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to all darlings who wished me via sms, friendster, calls and tags! haha. Thanks to technology man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about presents you may ask? My parents gave me presents throughout the month of Aug. The mp3 player was one of them followed by whitegold chain, pendant and ring. 2 chocolate birthday cakes, one at home and the other at the hotel. Last but not least, a GUESS wallet. Baby's present is still pending. heh. But he gave me a wonderful card. My aunt gave me a gold and orange shawl. The rest was $$$. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I shall leave you with a very grumpy Ashwin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpGPiYB6YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N2kykwg2lRE/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105470360317454722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtpGPiYB6YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N2kykwg2lRE/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-527926521070453376?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/527926521070453376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=527926521070453376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/527926521070453376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/527926521070453376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rto9wiYB6RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0a9LdGJNLiI/s72-c/DSC00411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4248420967445245836</id><published>2007-08-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:02:57.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's still 2 more days for my birthday. I will be 22. It feels that I just turned 20 last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the idea of marriage seems a lot more welcoming than living with my parents. It's not as if my parents and I can't get along. Its just that, I seem to be wanting/needing my boyfriend right beside me more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i got myself a good base foundation/powder whatever you call it. After roaming here and there and with plenty of foundation put and removed, I settled with M.A.C Mineralize Skin Finish Natural. Apart all the foundation even Bobbi Brown, this suited me best. Plus, i got Gaya to help me see it better. Headed to Starbucks where this woman introduced me one helluva sinful drink. Steamed Milk with Hazelnut i think? But one minus point was, it had some almond taste which I dont really like. But the milk was like damn nice. I never adored milk like I do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be getting much presents on my birthday as I got a handful throughout this month. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4248420967445245836?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4248420967445245836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4248420967445245836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4248420967445245836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4248420967445245836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-still-2-more-days-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1850889379965459789</id><published>2007-08-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:24:57.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;25 August 2007&lt;/strong&gt; - the day where my baby and I experienced our very first road accident together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to watch Dead Silence in Causeway Point. The movie started at 8.40pm. Firstly, the movie is damn great. Secondly, I am having doubts on my dolls. Hah. The movie is nicely taken. I suppose that sentence would be an understatement. You've got to see it in order to really know what I am talking about. So after a 90 minutes of grabbing my baby's t-shirt and hiding my face behind his shoulder, I decided to take cab with him to Jurong West. My parents were in Ashwin's house and my baby's house is just walking distance from there. We were in the cab seated all comfortably and we reached Jalan Bahar. My mom called to ask where I am, so that the kids and my dad could come down to fetch. I told her where I am and hung up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the while I was seated sideways and my legs were resting on my baby's leg. I hope you guys get the picture. When I reached Jurong, I seated up straight and we both were talking about the movie and stuff. We were near the Jurong Police Headquarters where the traffic light turned amber. I was like thinking, " Aiyah, why couldn't he have just sped up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that there was a police car on the right, waiting to make a turn. I turned to my left and there was a group of indian guys with a girl waiting to cross the road. Let me repeat again, I was talking to my boyfriend, seated upright, the cab slowed down in amber and stopped at the traffic light. So far, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the turning signal appeared and the police car also turned and went out of sight and it was then. That moment. There was this big bang at the back of the car and my boyfriend and I jerked forward and quickly bent down. We heard glass shatter and we had no idea what that bang was and where it came from. My heart was thumping, the taxi driver's things were at the rear seat, even his sunglasses was near my boyfriend's feet. For a moment I thought, this is it. I thought there was something going to bang me at the sides and all. Suddenly, the group of indian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys came towards the taxi and tried opening my door. But it couldn't be open. Both rear seat doors were jammed due to the impact. My boyfriend's specs was missing and he couldn't see a thing. Lets just say he is as close to blindness without his specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried opening but the guy said our door is locked. Then another indian guy came and forced opened my door. Thank god, the door on my side opened. I couldn't even walk properly. My whole body was trembling from the impact. My boyfriend was still in the taxi finding for his specs. Its when I went to the traffic junction and looked at the whole accident and realized, it was this damn bloody lorry which hit us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby looked badly shaken as well and he was giving his particulars to the driver. The taxi driver was very nice. He asked us if we were ok and even apologized to us though it wasn't his fault. Even the indian group, they asked us if we were ok and left shortly. Then, it was a string of calls made to the police and my parents. The lorry driver got down, made some phone calls and within 5 minutes, i assume, his relatives arrived. After a while, my dad, Rajan uncle, the police and the ambulance arrived. They took down our particulars and the paramedics just came to check if we were alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all these time has past, my baby's specs still wasn't found. After 3 times of thorough search made by the taxi driver and the policeman, we finally found his specs. And, it was then that he saw the impact. While I went in to the ambulance to get my blood pressure checked, I heard the paramedic tell that the lorry driver had drank and I suppose he had failed the breath analyzer test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was one helluva experience man. We were still shaken by the incident. We went to Rajan uncle's house, washed our legs, drank water, prayed and left nearly 1am. My baby left earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking bad, thank god I wasn't seated in my earlier position, I would probably be under the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seat and luckily I wasn't pregnant. Now, taking cab would never be the same for me and my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtDVQCYB6PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/p7DzWIj2_cU/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102812849303054578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtDVQCYB6PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/p7DzWIj2_cU/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My taxi was actually right infront of the lorry, but because the lorry banged the boot, the taxi jerked right past the pedestrian crossing. So you can imagine the impact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtDVryYB6QI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NzvU4czLY2s/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102813326044424450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtDVryYB6QI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NzvU4czLY2s/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1850889379965459789?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1850889379965459789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1850889379965459789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1850889379965459789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1850889379965459789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/25-august-2007-day-where-my-baby-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RtDVQCYB6PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/p7DzWIj2_cU/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2315187278924764679</id><published>2007-08-22T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:37:53.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, with a new blogskin, I can blog. Not that the blogskin was the reason for my hiatus. But yeah. I am currently blogging from my workplace. I am so sleepy and bored. Well, not bored cause I am mass emailing the members. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a sms from my bestie saying that one of my secondary school classmate gave birth to a beautiful babygirl today. Not shotgun, but legal one. &lt;em&gt;hah. &lt;/em&gt;My Saturday was spent at the Salaam India held in Expo. Those who wanted to go, please thank your lucky stars that you didn't cause the expo wasn't worth it in the first place. All the things sold was way expensive. I saw this simple green kurta top with sequins and it was $150! I am so not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. Its been long since I went out with my bestie. Both of us have been busy after we started working but we still update each other with whatever that's happening in our lives. I guess thats how friendship works. You don't have to talk everyday nor do you have to see each other everyday. But when you meet up, its when hell breaks loose. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I miss my baby alot. It has been a month since we went out together &lt;em&gt;alone. &lt;/em&gt;And ever since I started working, I can only afford to meet him once a week. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDU decided to renew my contract for another 6 months. My superior told me yesterday. Told her I will give her the answer today. I was contemplating whether to stick to it or find another job. I was afraid that I would get sick and tired of this job. But thinking harder, I better take up this chance as it is not easy to get a job very fast these days. So I guess I will be sticking around SDU till end Jan, depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broke. I can't wait for next week to get some money and do shopping. And also next next week, cause my pay will be in. hehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my weekend to come fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2315187278924764679?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2315187278924764679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2315187278924764679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2315187278924764679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2315187278924764679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-with-new-blogskin-i-can-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2101087112524043826</id><published>2007-08-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:01:17.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! I am back. :) Cause, tom is a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the sentence didnt make sense but who cares. This week has been a rather interesting and happy week. I got myself a new sexy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mp3 player!! Btw, my theme now is Smokin Red! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RrnU26JhofI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C25LKC8FSN8/s1600-h/samsung+rk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338493133660658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RrnU26JhofI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C25LKC8FSN8/s320/samsung+rk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isn't it gorgeous?? And, its quite efficient. It can store songs, photos, text and even has fm radio. It can act as a thumbdrive too. Its only $295 and furthermore its 4 gig! My newfound love, apart from my baby that is. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then I got myself, a Disney chipmunk handphone holder. Its damn cute and also 4 pair of earrings and a chain. Ok, actually 2 pairs of earrings my new colleague, Thana, got it for me. She's such a sweet girl la, so full of life. So as you all must have concluded, I did some shopping this week. Not forgetting, highlighting my hair. &lt;em&gt;lallalala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Switching to another topic, I know most in the Indian community must have watched the auditions of Vasantham Central. There's only one thing that I dont understand, why are there Mediacorp people auditioning as well? As in, people who are already singing for Mediacorp shows and all, you guys have the media exposure and have had the chance to sing in Mediacorp, give others a chance to be in ur place. Would it die for you to be others-centered?? I am not saying you cant join, but I see repeated Mediacorp faces, which I think its just unnecessary. I am not going to comment much on the judges, cause I am not a singer, so I dont know if they are judgement is correct or not. But compared to the previous auditions, I prefer this panel of judges. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Digression in process.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have finally watched Sivaji on Sat. What was supposed to be an outing of only 3 turned out to be an outing of 9 people joining us for the movie. Hah. As for the movie, it took me by surprise as how Rajini looked so young and actually did movements in his dance sequences. Shreya looked stunningly hot la, wish I had a body like hers man. God. Plus, the song scenes were damn nice. I dont mind watching it again, but if the tickets are at $10. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OK, I am too tired. I am just waiting for 12am to strike to wish my dearest bestie! Its her birthday tom plus the country's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2101087112524043826?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2101087112524043826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2101087112524043826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2101087112524043826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2101087112524043826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RrnU26JhofI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C25LKC8FSN8/s72-c/samsung+rk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8328379101533835269</id><published>2007-08-02T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:41:58.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has definitely been a while. After work, I am just so tired that I cant get myself to even come online. Its not that my work is taxing but the journey and also not forgetting my tuition which is on every weekday evening. God. Half of my money will go on transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am working as a management support officer under marketing communications in SDU. The work is interesting and still is a learning journey. I dread having to wake up early in the morning and travelling with kiasu workaholics. God, is it so hard for them to move? SO damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to watch Knock Up at AMK Hub and I must say the place is not too bad, a lot of clothing shops which I must visit again. But people who are going there, please bring a jacket!! The place is like an igloo not that I have been to one but yeah. On the other hand, the movie was hilarious and taken as realistic as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sleepy and tired. Sighs. I cant even stay up sia. god. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8328379101533835269?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8328379101533835269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8328379101533835269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8328379101533835269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8328379101533835269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-has-definitely-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4096339738097988845</id><published>2007-07-27T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:00:38.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo. It has been 2 days of work and I must say it has been interesting so far. I dont know what's ahead but yeah. My working colleagues are rather friendly and they even check up on me if I am adapting well or not. There are only 2 indian girls working and one is me, the other is Thana. She's a very friendly babe and currently she's the closest to me. Pardon me if it sounds boring and monotonous. I am just far tooo tired to make it as interesting as it sounds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the working environment and the job I am supposed to do except stock take. I have done it when I was working in U2, and apparently you can find cockroaches and all when stock taking. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo tired and a bit hungry. I need fooood. At last I can look forward to spending the weekend with my baby and me. Need some personal indulgences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4096339738097988845?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4096339738097988845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4096339738097988845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4096339738097988845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4096339738097988845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8233177410622511425</id><published>2007-07-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:37:22.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first day of work starts in approximately 8hrs and 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn nervous. Wonder what to expect and what's going to happen. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is confidence. Anyone know where I can get it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wish you were here, now.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8233177410622511425?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8233177410622511425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8233177410622511425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8233177410622511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8233177410622511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-day-of-work-starts-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5923019524238617488</id><published>2007-07-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:36:11.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had two interviews in Recruit Express at Raffles Place. It was my first time there and when I entered the building, there were 3 different lifts all of which had seperate security guards standing to assist people. So I went to the first one and told him I need to go Recruit Express, and he explained that I had to register myself first at the Information Counter before I can go. I did what he told and they gave me a sticker. Confused, I just paste it on my wallet. hah. Dont ask me why I did that but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my interview was conducted, I headed down and realized I still had the sticker. So i approached, this malay security guard in his late 50s i think, asked him whether I should sign myself out that Information counter. He told me no need, and just throw away whatever they gave. I was like oh ok..and I was about to leave when he randomly said, &lt;em&gt;you are cute&lt;/em&gt;. I was of course taken aback. Just laughed it off and walked away. lol. Old men and their raging hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, I got a call from SDU (Social Development Unit), I had attended an interview last week and they were supposed to get back to me on Friday. When I didn't receive the call, I thought I wasn't selected. When she called today, I was so blur. I went, who is this? what interview did i attend? My god, I made a fool out of myself. I was so excited when I realized who it was, cause I really wanted to work there. The thing is its only a temp job and this job is for 1 month first to see how I perform before they sign me up for 6 months. My first day of work is on Thursday! I am looking forward to it but I am also scared and nervous. I am not sure if I can manage the work. But I am hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah said they are really nice people and I really hope they are cause I faced racial problems in my earlier workplace which has left a minor impact on me. Oh wells. Meeting up with baby tom to go temple. Its been long since I went to temple with him. Miss the times where he and I would talk till wee hours in the morning. Those were the times, the honeymoon period you could call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya and I are planning to head to Melbourne end of this year to vist my bestie Parveen and also her friend. Hopefully all goes well, if not I will be going next year Jan. I know baby won't be happy about this cause he cant come and will be all alone here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5923019524238617488?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5923019524238617488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5923019524238617488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5923019524238617488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5923019524238617488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-had-two-interviews-in-recruit.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2726725481960989225</id><published>2007-07-21T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:18:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is it, finally I've graduated. Its not really official as I will be getting my results only in Sept but the best part is I dont have to attend school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to decide what to do with my life as on now. Sounds scary but yeah. Right now going to work temp, so anyone know of any temp jobs do let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, those interested to watch FloorPlay do let me know as well..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want to do and buy yet no money. This particular parent has been pushing the lessons for one month and until now I have not been paid. It's just one damn lesson more to go before I get paid and she's just pushing it around. So damn frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to write. I will be back when I have something of more worth to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-2726725481960989225?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2726725481960989225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=2726725481960989225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2726725481960989225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/2726725481960989225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-this-is-it-finally-ive-graduated.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-720456344516971463</id><published>2007-07-10T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:00:15.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has definitely not been a good start of the week. Sighs. But i had little perks here and there. Met up with Gaya and headed to Jurong for a good pedicure. Though it was a little painful due to my ingrown nail, it was worth it as I dont feel the pain anymore. We had good talk basically about the usual stuffs that was bothering us. Life can be an ass at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening was a SMSS girls dinner!! I had to ditch my tuition for this and it was worth it. Met up with Kamini S, Saj, Suha, Sheila and Rena at Taka's Coffee Club Express. Kamini C cldnt make it as she had work. It felt good reminiscing the past and its great to know that no matter where we go and who we get acquainted with, we will always feel comfortable with each other. Hope to have more of these outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up early to have a make-up lesson as I had not gone ydae due to the dinner. But I had to oversleep and end up waking at 940am where my tuition was supposed to start at 930am. God, i quickly smsed the father and all and he wasnt happy. Saying, how the daughter woke up at 930 and was waiting, there's been too many changes and such changes in timing isnt good for her. I dont understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed once last week and once this week. I even offered make up lesson either during the weekend on today morning. He said just stick to the usual routine, dont need make up lessons. Then, he calls me up within 5 minutes and asks me to come today morning. If he thinks these changes isnt good for her, he should have just let me known. Argh. Maybe my time is just bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final applied maths exam is on 20 July. After that, I am out of that damn school. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;arghhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-720456344516971463?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/720456344516971463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=720456344516971463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/720456344516971463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/720456344516971463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-definitely-not-been-good-start.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4202524650501451100</id><published>2007-07-06T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:59:39.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Ro5wCMMjGLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4VYwQLp18_4/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084124212283775154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Ro5wCMMjGLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4VYwQLp18_4/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, didnt take much pictures. lol. But had lots of fun. Visited 3 temples, 2 night markets and 2 huge shopping centres. Got myself a white pashmina shawl, shorts and pair of tops, a t-shirt for my dad, and some home decor thingy for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate to be back in Singapore. So stress. Im currently finding ways to de-stress myself and not to remind myself that I am gonna be broke soon. grrr. My exam's in 2 weeks time and hopefully I can do much better than the previous test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heading to Bugis with baby tom. Its gona be budget&lt;em&gt;-ed&lt;/em&gt; outing. lol. Sighss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4202524650501451100?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4202524650501451100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4202524650501451100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4202524650501451100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4202524650501451100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/bangkok-well-didnt-take-much-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Ro5wCMMjGLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4VYwQLp18_4/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-4159422154373457588</id><published>2007-07-03T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:59:09.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am B.A.C.K!! Got back yesterday night. The trip was fantastic! Of course, not forgetting the wonderful bunch of people I was with. Did some shopping and some good quality time. But then, when we reached the airport, an unfortunate incident happened. Gaya couldn't find her luggage. But thank god, she found it the day after if not it would have ruined the holiday. Plus, the food was like damn damn nice la. hahah. The pictures should be up soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-4159422154373457588?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4159422154373457588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=4159422154373457588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4159422154373457588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/4159422154373457588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-b.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8777930489214423574</id><published>2007-06-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:58:22.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am filled with happiness! Firstly, the matter which was troubling me on my previous post has been solved with much drama. Secondly, I passed my applied maths test!! For this module, I have 2 tests to sit for, and so far I have set for the 1st one only. I scored 85! Not over 90, but I am still very much satisfied:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, baby has banned me from blogging about my trip. He says I am too excited! Sighs. Went over to my grandma's place yesterday as she just got back home from some operation. I actually didn't want to go, but it turned out good as I got some good handphone themes from my cousin and my phone looks all pretty now. I know I am not a filial granddaughter. heh. Only thing is that there is some disruption when I call, but when I hang up and call again, its ok. Maybe cause my phone dropped twice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8777930489214423574?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8777930489214423574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8777930489214423574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8777930489214423574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8777930489214423574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-filled-with-happiness-firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7785909159917176850</id><published>2007-06-20T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:04:34.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is an offically angsty day for me. First, I woke up with a bad dream which left me really irritated and pissed. Secondly, its about this tuition kid's father who has been pissing me off real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story of the latter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been teaching this particular P5 boy since end of Jan. The boy was improving, even his teacher commented on that but unfortunately, he failed his mid-years badly. I told the father to remove the clock in the room cause the boy tends to see the time and delay. Also, he keeps going to toilet or taking water in order to waste time. The first week of the June holidays, during the lesson, the father came inside the room and was looking at how I teached the boy. But no he didnt stop there, he went on to explain to the boy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I thought it would stop there but NO! He proceeded on to do the other lessons as well. Its either the sister would be in the room or the father. Its not as if I'm going to rape the boy. The last lesson really pissed me off. He sat beside the boy and refused to keep his mouth shut. I gave the boy work to do, and he said that that work can be done later, revise the paper with him. I'm like.. Helloo! I'm paid to do my job let me do my job properly. Also, he asked me to be punctual like on the dot because he thought I was going to be there at 2 and he gave the son break from the studies. But, I already called and inform the boy I will be there 230pm to 245pm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thinking that I would be there at 2pm, the father claimed that because I came late, the son now has taken a break for 1 hour. Also, he said my teaching is not effective. Sighs, its hard to make parents understand that tuition isn't a one-way thing. Its two-way, both parties must put in effort. Not only that, he went on to interrupt me when I was explaining a sum to the boy and he also started explaining. I gave up. The next day I was supposed to go for his lesson but the boy called and asked if I could come on friday. Earlier, I already told the tuition agency as to why I'm cancelling and she said she will inform the parents. Even she herself said how can the father do like that, so stupid. Surprised, that the boy called him I told him nicely that I would not be coming to teach him and asked him to pay for the previous 3 lessons that I went for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, the father calls and demand to know why I am not coming to teach. I told him the reasons and he went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: WHAT U MEAN I CANT BE IN THE SAME ROOM ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you can be in the room, but I dont like you interfering or interrupting me when I am teaching your son.&lt;br /&gt;Father: OH! YESTERDAY, YOU CANT EVEN DO THE SUM AT ALL!( Ok, I'm not a maths genius. I can't immediately solve all problems. I need some time to think of which way to teach the boy. ) &lt;em&gt;&lt;- sadly the father doesnt understand this and thinks Im some kind of assesment book answer sheet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok nvm, if you think I cant teach, then you can go ahead and find another tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Father: OK!! I AM NOT GOING TO THE PAY YOU THE $60 AT ALL! YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its ok, I will tell the agency.&lt;br /&gt;Father: DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! I AM NOT GOING TO PAY AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;**the reason why it is in caps, it's because the father was shouting at the top of his voice during the whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the agency called him up, and he pushed the blame to me saying that i ALWAYS come late and I cancelled last minute. He even said that, I sometimes don't even turn up until they have to call me and ask where am i. I seriously don't know if how he can lie through his teeth. There were 2 occassions where his son did that to me. I called up to postpone the timing when I learnt that the boy wasnt back from school and it was 5 minutes before the time I normally come. Second, was during the weekend, and the father said he wasn't back from his taekwondo class. 2 times his son did it to me, and he's creating another story saying I did it. In the end, he still refused to pay the $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand what the hell is wrong with the father? I am asking money of which I taught for. I am appalled as to how someone who is working and should know the meaning of hard-earned money is depriving another person of theirs. You might say, oh its just 60bucks, whats the whole big deal? Yes it is, its my hard-earned money. I went to teach that boy for 3 days and I have every right to own and ask for the money back. I can say nvm, let it be like a donation to their family. But no, I want to teach this father a lesson and make sure I'm the last tuition teacher he has ever done this to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tom I might be going down with my dad to talk things out with him because the father cant seem to talk to girls properly. If he still doesn't want to give, then I might have to go to the police who will then refer me to CASE. Again, you can say, all these hassle for just 60 bucks. My main purpose here, is to teach the father a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different and definitely much happier note, I've got my travelling bag!! Also, a top, shorts and handbag so that I can carry my passport, wet tissue, medicated oil, sweets and money! I just realized that my parents wont be in Singapore that day. :( They will be coming back from Malacca on Sunday only. Sighs. But its ok, Dad said he will help me pack before they leave. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, have you been reading my blog properly?? I asked where to get sunglasses for a good bargain right? Doofus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7785909159917176850?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7785909159917176850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7785909159917176850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7785909159917176850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7785909159917176850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-offically-angsty-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5018906051412263999</id><published>2007-06-18T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:57:47.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The confirmation email is finally in and hopefully nothing goes wrong at the airport. I'm so paranoid and I think it will subside once I have checked in. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Gaya and I couldn't get the hotel we wanted. We wanted to stay at The Davis. Please do check the pictures out at its website, its damn damn nice. But its ok, we got a good subsitute and the place looks much much better than most of the hotels we saw. Hopefully it looks like the same in person cause the travel agent said it might not look exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this trip and praying nothing screws up. I've still got to get my travel bag! Yess..because my parents are going to Malacca the day before, I'm left with no bag! And, sunglasses! Any places where I can find sunglasses for good price? Oh, and make up kit too..? I need a bigg nice pouch to put my make-up stuffs...? Anybody knows where I can get a good one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5018906051412263999?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5018906051412263999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5018906051412263999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5018906051412263999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5018906051412263999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/confirmation-email-is-finally-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5894926028748273817</id><published>2007-06-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:57:13.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally happening tom. I can't conceal my excitement! Hopefully everything should go as planned. I need some hardcopy of it so that I know, it's all booked and there are no changes. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you have certain expectations of how you want your significant other to be? What if they dont have a particular expectation that u had envisioned? Do u feel angry? Do u feel betrayed? Or do you feel ok about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have an answer to that and I doubt I will have anytime soon. I guess its wrong to expect something out from someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how much you can feel for someone simultaneously. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;angrysadcrazyfrustratedangstyvulnerableannoyeddeadly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or simply put &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i-feel-like-murdering-you-with-my-bare-hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Basically, its mostly negative but these are feelings you have never felt before. Gaya told me that, if you feel like that, its cause u feel a lot for this person. But I still dont get it. Maybe I will never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know if the tears are meant to stay but I hope that you are ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5894926028748273817?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5894926028748273817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5894926028748273817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5894926028748273817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5894926028748273817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-finally-happening-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-9065735882803207855</id><published>2007-06-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:23:00.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Shrek 3 is absolutely wonderful! But I love the baby dragon donkeys even more. HEh. Headed to Fish and Co, though the food wasn't as expected, it came up to a whooping 67 buckaroos. Not forgetting the alcoholic drinks that we tried, NOT nice at all. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting our routine of visiting the pet shop, I cant wait to get my own pet and also my own house. Baby and I were discussing about our future together, and how we are going to do this and that. Cant wait for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was travelling to Jurong Point today, I came upon two issues that has been an increasing trend in Singaporeans these days. Trust me, I have seen it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have noticed that many Singaporeans, especially males and that is, middle-aged men behaving extremely disgustingly in public. They openly sneeze, without any tissue or handkerchief and proceed to dig their nose. Today was one unfateful day, when I came across this malay man and he was doing it in the bus! Sighs. I will never look at a bus seat the same way again. Also, whats with men washing their damn mouth in public? I went to this restaurant in Little India and two men on different occasions, went to wash their mouth. But they dont stop at that, they continue to clear their entire phlegm infested lungs and even choose to spit outrageously. Mind you, there are people still seated and eating! After they are done, they look at you like you committed that disgusted act and proceed to walk with their heads held high leaving the sink with so much of bacteria, that you might even fall sick looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I know how girls love to wear hipster jeans but please ladies, when you seat down in a public area, please be aware that you have something called the butt crack and its not as appealing as your tribal tattoos or designer thongs. I cringe every time I turn around to see a girl who looks all cool but only to have her butt crack shown for everybody to see and the best part is, they dont feel the sudden coolness on their butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gaya has agreed to be my trainer cum motivator! I need to report to her before and after my class which is good for someone who lacks self-discipline on the exercise area. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I got my yoga schedule till Wednesday fixed so hopefully I can get my ass moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get what I want on the end of June. Im not gonna say anything cause you might never know who's reading your blog. So till then,&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-9065735882803207855?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/9065735882803207855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=9065735882803207855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/9065735882803207855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/9065735882803207855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-shrek-3-is-absolutely-wonderful-but.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8765134507535320129</id><published>2007-06-07T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:55:11.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I went to watch Cheeni Kum on Sunday with Sajetha and it was an interesting movie. About an old man (Amitabh Bhachan) falling in love with a younger woman (Tabu). But this particular family seating infront of me was totally irritating, especially the youngest daughter. She kept making noises and obviously the parents did absolutely nothing to calm her down. There was also this particular girl who decided to exercise during the movie by running up and down the steps. I was seated beside the steps and I was so tempted to make the girl trip. Yeah Im evil. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back pain is quite alright now. Apparently its a back strain . The doctor gave me 5 medicines sighs, even sleeping pills and vitamins for my nerve which I have to complete. Btw, thanks for the concern people. Very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to People's Park with Gaya today. Planning on a little getaway at the end of the month and we found a good deal which we have half confirmed. Hopefully everything turns out fine and right because expectations always leads to disappointments. When everything's been confirmed, I shall let you guys know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now at this point of time, I'm so determined to start back on my yoga. Been neglecting it due to back pain and monthlys.. but no! From next week onwards, Im gonna go! But hopefully I dont get lazy. Anybody wants to be my motivator? I need a damn strict one ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to watch Shrek with Baby on Sat. Finally, his exams are over and he's free. But that doesn't mean I can meet him as and when i want which isnt a good thing. I know last week was particularly bad for you and I have hurt you alot with what I have said. But you know at the end of the day, my love never waivers and I will run back to you no matter what. I love you, regardless of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody know of any good place to shades/sunglasses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8765134507535320129?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8765134507535320129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8765134507535320129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8765134507535320129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8765134507535320129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-1672463061629344160</id><published>2007-06-03T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:38:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like Im a call away from death. My back's aching like nobody's business plus my chest. To add on, I'm suffering from food poisioning which led to bad stomache ache and increasing back and chest pain which also led to waking up at 5ish in the morning and which eventually led to me blogging this at 9 in the morning. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im getting old. Btw, when to Moksha at NTU and NTU is huge. Oh well, probably huge is an understatement. But yeah, the show was ok, though it was a bit draggy. The emcees were good. The group which sat beside baby and I were the epitome of immaturity. Shouting unnecessary things, spewing vulgarities, reeking of liquor smell and not forgetting smelly feet. Goodness. Left the show ard 10ish..after Yogi B's performance as it was getting late and we were both famished. hah. Bumped into my cousin, Naseem!! and one ex-sec sch mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week passed by very fast, with the two kutties coming and staying over again till Thursday. I was so occupied with them that I didn't have time for myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Shamini bought 2 more books on Friday!! One more by Mitch Albom and the other one ,"the memory keeper's daughter" i think. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I dont think i can type anymore. Stomach's feeling one kind and chest pain. &lt;em&gt;arrgh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-1672463061629344160?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1672463061629344160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=1672463061629344160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1672463061629344160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/1672463061629344160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-like-im-call-away-from-death.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7940488263405195333</id><published>2007-05-27T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:54:18.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlmVTyGur1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/gfPYaol1yx0/s1600-h/girlbook.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069247022682255186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlmVTyGur1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/gfPYaol1yx0/s320/girlbook.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love books!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hmm.. nothing beats the feeling of being home alone. Not that I'm bombarded with housework at home. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Gaya on Thurs for dinner and again we spent 2hours straight in Swensens talking. She introduced some kind of face product which has been guaranteed good and I can't wait to try it. Also, hopefully we can have some short getaway with some self pampering sessions and street shopping. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, went to my much awaited MPH book sale at Expo with my baby and though it was not as what I had expected it to be, it was satisfactory. Most of the books were not my kind but managed to get 7 books. Thanks to my baby who sacrificed his hunger, and patiently walked with me carrying my books. Hey I don't bully my bf ah. haha. But I gave a treat to his tummy later on.Can't wait to start on my new splurge. I love books. My &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; favourite companion. :) After spending more than 1 hour there, headed to Lerk Thai for some food whacking. The food was delectable. Especially the pandan leaf wrapped chicken. That was especially good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today spent some time with the boy and headed for bhajan practice. Haven't really studied for my test which is coming up next week. Bought a new pencil case, lol, i know, hopefully that would make me study. Don't ask me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the tickets for Moksha, looking forward to that. Chocoloate lovers should head down to Marks and Spencers, they have wonderful chocolates and chocolate biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a redundant, random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GSS, here i come!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7940488263405195333?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7940488263405195333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7940488263405195333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7940488263405195333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7940488263405195333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlmVTyGur1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/gfPYaol1yx0/s72-c/girlbook.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-7721932052822622303</id><published>2007-05-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:53:44.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its old news but still Spiderman 3 rocked! hah. The company I was with rocked even better. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Saje's birthday. We met up at Little India as she needed to pass certain things and then headed to Bugis Junction's Seoul Garden. We had a blast there and though the night ended fast,we were dead tired at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ecstatic! I've found one of my good old friend Naseem! Its actually the other way round, she found me but who cares! At least she remembered and even messaged me. We used to have fun in our school bus. Buying food and sharing on our way home. hahah I know, of all things I can only remember the food part!! But it was good, and all the while I thought she was the same age as me. As you guys can see, my short term memory loss was with me since young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I forgot one of my friend's birthday today! Seriously, something's very wrong with me. Like this how am i gonna do well for my upcoming test!! Studying for Applied Mathematics for Communication Systems isn't a cool subject. Its madness. Coming back to all the vectors, matrices and eigen values and vectors. Goodness. Thank god, one of the chapters was wiped off clean. I'd better start studying before having to burn the midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dead tired. Been feeling tired very fast and also looking tired. My body's system isnt clicking well. Guess neglected my yoga class a bit! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to Hatha tom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*starts chanting Ommmm.....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-7721932052822622303?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7721932052822622303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=7721932052822622303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7721932052822622303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/7721932052822622303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-old-news-but-still-spiderman-3.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-532519993370000388</id><published>2007-05-20T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:27:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivocity is madness. I am not talking about the crowd as that is always expected but the way it has been designed. Its so huge!! I think if I walk around Vivocity twice a day I can lose weight. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby and I had a good spread in ThaiExpress but he wasn't feeling quite well. Sighs. Walked around so much till my feet hurt and saw many Indian people/couples. Hah. Im not against seeing Indian people but I just dont understand why when an Indian sees another Indian, they must really look up and down? God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone tell me where I can get good mani/pedi done with reasonable price? Currently, the one Im doing is at Bishan and they are really good but they are too ex. Plus, I want to highlight my hair again, but a different colour; planning to settle for a more subtle one. Any ideas anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im bored and I got nowhere to go! And I am going to murder Gaya! *stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Vivocity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlBfXSGurzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8xE9cQNUkw0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066654434393501490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlBfXSGurzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8xE9cQNUkw0/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlBfpiGur0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VTNShXoPol0/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066654747926114114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlBfpiGur0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VTNShXoPol0/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life, my everything. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's amazing sometimes how some people never change. Even when they got out of r/s, and their respective ex-boyfriends have already moved on in life, it seems like some ex-girlfriends dont move on after all. All you can afford is tagging some lame shit messages trying to sound all so funny. God knows where you got that sense of humour afterall? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you ever read this blog, you will defnitely know who I am hinting at, so please get a life. Doesnt the word ex define anything to you? Know your limits and stay within that circle, the last person we need is You in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/Rk_6piGuryI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DyeaPBVAUgI/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-532519993370000388?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/532519993370000388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/532519993370000388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/vivocity-is-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RlBfXSGurzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8xE9cQNUkw0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-6302217784578237876</id><published>2007-05-14T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:53:01.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like I took some partial hiatus or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, Mother's Day was great. I had to wait for my baby to leave his grandma's place and then met up with him at CP. The plan was to get a pair of earrings for my mom but I couldn't find anything nice or something my mom would prefer. Had to head down to Chip Lee in Yishun. Meanwhile, I had already made reservations in Sanur Indonesian Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chip Lee, the pair of earrings I was looking for wasn't available. We decided to go for rings. At first, baby and I wanted to get plain gold rings but decided that was too common and settled something for stones. So got for her a white and black stone ring. Quite affordable, in fact it was below my budget. Took a cab down to CP as my parents was already there waiting. But my dad is a much better actor than me, he told my mom we were bringing to Kopitiam to have a simple dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went up to Sanur, baby and I got for her this so-called bouquet of 3 fully bloomed roses. It was not really a bouquet, it was beautifully kept in this glass bottle and wrapped in this red paper with pink baby breaths and stuff. Baby and I made our way to Sanur first, before asking dad to come up. Of course, mom was all full of surprise.. and even more surprised to see the presents. Firstly thank god the ring fitted nicely. I told the saleswoman to cut the ring to this particular size and she said once they have altered, they cant make it bigger if it cannot fit. But i was firm and said no, just cut to this size. So, thank god! Also, she fell in love with the 'bouquet'.&lt;br /&gt;haha. It was all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dad will be appearing in Pesuvom this coming Wednesday to debate on whether girls make the better child compared to sons. So, dont forget to watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-6302217784578237876?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6302217784578237876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=6302217784578237876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6302217784578237876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/6302217784578237876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/seems-like-i-took-some-partial-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-5336216407282662487</id><published>2007-05-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:52:13.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salaam-e-ishq is a wonderful movie. Im not gonna be a spoiler and say anything. Only two words, &lt;strong&gt;WATCH IT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting weekend. A certain misunderstanding was solved and Im glad for that. Other than that, baby and I wanted to watch Jangan Padang Belakang this new malay horror movie. But, to my surprise, it was Sold Out! yeap. And, also Sold Out on the following day. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there are many things I want to do but I've got no moolah. The next tuition fee Im getting is on 15 May! Which means Mother's Day is burnt. argh. But, my bf is getting his attachment pay soon. So, Im gonna shamelessly put up the places I want to go and what I want to get. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Theatre (spiderman 3/Malay movie)&lt;br /&gt;- The Manhattan Fish Place (heard its like Fish and Co but cheaper!)&lt;br /&gt;- Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;- New Clothes&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have been in a romance/love mood lately especially after watching Salaam-e-ishq. You can ask, why put romance/love? Arent they the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Love is a feeling you experience not only with your significant other, but with everybody else. Family members, friends, art, music etc. Whereas romance takes you to a whole different level. Somewhere private, intimate or maybe even passionate. It doesnt relatively has to be about sloppy wet kisses and major make out. It can be about sharing a private joke or something just the both of you know. Something that he whispers to you and you giggle and turn red. &lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt; I dont know, anything you deem romantic. Cause opinions differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I want to tell everyone whom i know that i love you guys and your presence in my life is very much appreciated. Somehow, you guys have made me who I am today. Be it in a positive or negative way, you all have made me stronger and independent and I thank you guys wholeheartedly today.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and of coz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you too baby. What would i do without you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-5336216407282662487?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5336216407282662487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=5336216407282662487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5336216407282662487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/5336216407282662487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/salaam-e-ishq-is-wonderful-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-3320063806174473072</id><published>2007-04-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:51:11.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, we went to watch Wild Hogs on Wednesday. And it was,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very very funny. Those who haven see, please do go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i took cab to my tuition place and had an interesting conversation with the taxi driver. Firstly, he asked if there were any place in Yishun (my destination) selling durians. I don't reside there, so i said i had no idea. And, i was telling him, my place sells. He replied saying he knew cause he resided around the same area. Then he went on to tell me how to make durian gravy/sauce, very detailed mind you. haha. Also, extending it as how you can go about eating it, stating all the alternatives again with detailed explanation. Quite interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also said he couldn't buy a house near to the area which I was heading to, but he got it in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another area but still in Yishun. He sounded very young and from the back, well, he looked young. So i assumed, that he just got married and was getting a new house or was shifting house. But no, he said his daughter also got a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was like, "ok.. *pause for couple of seconds* huh, wait a minute, your daughter bought a house?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Yes, this taxi driver whom i thought was newly married actually has a daughter who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought a house. The best part, his daughter is 19 and she's married. Her husband is 23 yrs old. I was like oh my god, she's younger than me and married. Not that anyone who is younger than me shouldn't get married. But yeah..So i told him, it's interesting cause not many parents are quite supportive of early marriages. He went on, to tell me on how his daughter dropped out of school when she was Sec 3 and started working. And how her then-boyfriend approached the father and said he wanted to marry his daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, on how the uncle (&lt;em&gt;taxi driver&lt;/em&gt;) was and still is supportive throughout. I was quite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impressed. Though i have no idea how I will react in his situation. It's also good that his son-in-law and daughter are not with any bad company and actually lives with the girl's parents. Not bad. He mentioned that he tries his best to be supportive and also teach them responsibility at the same time. I wonder if most parents were to think like him, how many shotgun marriages/ suicides would we have prevented?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I received my test results for my previous term. I thought i would have failed or get a miserable average pass. But no, i got 77 out of 100. wooHOO! Though, its just adds up to 40% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the whole module but still. Next, I'm just awaiting my final results which includes my project results! Hopefully I pass, then I would have one more final term before I finish my adv dip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy has uploaded the pictures. So yeah, once again, ECP moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC88x-dJzI/AAAAAAAAADs/OHOdeW5aVhQ/s1600-h/ECP2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057750133930534706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC88x-dJzI/AAAAAAAAADs/OHOdeW5aVhQ/s320/ECP2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before heading to ECP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC9TR-dJ0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/B_5ah6hhLSM/s1600-h/ECP8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057750520477591362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC9TR-dJ0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/B_5ah6hhLSM/s320/ECP8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My big-eyed boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC9vh-dJ1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gJW-B6D9VeQ/s1600-h/ECP1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057751005808895826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC9vh-dJ1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gJW-B6D9VeQ/s320/ECP1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying hard not to laugh. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC-6R-dJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wrRKENk-1n8/s1600-h/ECP9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057752290004117346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC-6R-dJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wrRKENk-1n8/s320/ECP9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irritating Bf with a very roasted brown Gf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC_aB-dJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ii2jtpnXmZQ/s1600-h/ECP15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057752835464963954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC_aB-dJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ii2jtpnXmZQ/s320/ECP15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bliss. But, Im vertically challenged. sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC_4x-dJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6_b1abxEf-c/s1600-h/ECP18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057753363745941378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC_4x-dJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6_b1abxEf-c/s320/ECP18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deceived. He thought i was gonna kiss him. Hah. Dream on. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjDBBR-dJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cr1eKjAJTEo/s1600-h/ECP21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057754609286457234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjDBBR-dJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cr1eKjAJTEo/s320/ECP21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for the damned bus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woosh.&lt;/em&gt; Have you teared after hearing your bf give loads of kisses over the phone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have.&lt;/em&gt; I have no idea why i teared? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im still clueless. Maybe I dont like my bf giving me kisses? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's tears of joy? Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Im depressed that he's giving me kisses? wakkaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, bread with egg anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-3320063806174473072?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3320063806174473072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=3320063806174473072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3320063806174473072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/3320063806174473072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-we-went-to-watch-wild-hogs-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RjC88x-dJzI/AAAAAAAAADs/OHOdeW5aVhQ/s72-c/ECP2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-8466983043581658922</id><published>2007-04-22T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:37:26.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooo. and im back with a new skin. haha. well, i saw something which i didnt like at all, and it had something to do with my blogskin. So, decided to get a new one. But then, i realized my punctuation marks are infront of my sentence. Not all, the title and the last sentence. Its quite irritating, but im too lazy to go and change another blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting how people talk so much shit and then later calls and apologizes to you for their obvious rude behaviour and then later, deletes you off from friendster. wahahaha. Its really funny. Anyways, &lt;em&gt;good riddance to bad rubbish&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and i headed down to ECP like after god knows how long. and it was worth it! We saw many babygirls and cute dogs. Walked and walked to get a good seat but was too crowded. Finally, we saw one and sat there..and the place seemed too familiar. Turned around and saw the seat, that seat where he and i first sat on our first date. No wonder the place seemed too familiar. Without wasting time, we ran towards the seat. hahah, that feeling is irreplaceable. Did some cam-whoring and left for dinner. Komala's.. the first time where we had our dinner. U can say it was the whole re-enactment of our first date. Just that, we were holding hands, been through thick and thin for 2 years and grown fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only, the journey back home was terrible. We spent about 15-20mins getting the right bus to Eunos, but we missed the stop. We ended up getting down in Geylang. For a moment, i felt as if i was in Thailand. Thank god, the bus behind was going to Jurong East. We quickly got in but didnt know we were in for a ride of 1hr and 15mins. Sighs. In the end, we reached home at 1145pm. Mind you, we left ECP at 9pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ECP moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RiuNsWaPmzI/AAAAAAAAADc/9IRs_V4xA1c/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056290799722928946" style="CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RiuNsWaPmzI/AAAAAAAAADc/9IRs_V4xA1c/s320/DSC00079.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RiuOdmaPm0I/AAAAAAAAADk/lb2Hiymn46s/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056291645831486274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RiuOdmaPm0I/AAAAAAAAADk/lb2Hiymn46s/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, there's only two pics.. the rest are in his digi cam. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33108171-8466983043581658922?l=dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8466983043581658922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33108171&amp;postID=8466983043581658922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8466983043581658922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33108171/posts/default/8466983043581658922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-by-the-moonlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/wooo.html' title=''/><author><name>shamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494326025914327507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v85/ethnicbrat/Me/shamz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8zcxF4hwe3Q/RiuNsWaPmzI/AAAAAAAAADc/9IRs_V4xA1c/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33108171.post-2740416139698870064</id><published>2007-04-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T09:30:44.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simply having children does not make mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. Why this topic? No, i'm not pregnant. I came across a scenario today between a child and her mother today and it was rather disturbing. Thus, this topic. Ok, the child is none other than one of my p1 tuition kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had to go over to teach in the evening. When i reached, the kid's mother and her maternal grandmother was sitting in the living room together with the younger daughter and maid. I acknowledged the mother and went to the study room. 20minutes later, the grandmother left and the mother went to her room and closed the door. At my side, my student wasn't paying attention and was irritating the hell out of me. She started coughing, thinking something was irritating her throat i told her to go get a drink. But even then, it proved useless and i could hear wheezing sound. I suspected she was asthmatic but didn't want to ask her. I told her to drink more water but it still didn't stop and she had difficulty in breathing even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she needed her medicine and told her to go ahead and take. She went to knock her mother's door and i heard her mom come out, call for the maid to take the medicine and went back to her room. The maid came in..gave the inhaler and all. After that, the mother didn't come out to check whether the child is alright or not. The younger child, went to knock on her mother's door and kept calling for her mother. She kept knocking for about 3-4 minutes..but the mother didn't open the door nor did she answer her daughter. The younger one did this 2 times, 15mins apart but no difference. Still, the mother didn't do anything. And, the rest was history. The girl kept saying she was tired, headache, sneezing. &lt;em&gt;arrgh&lt;/em&gt;. i left early. oh, did i mention that the parents had a fight? ok, this info the maid told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for the children. The father is working and sometimes dont even come home for the night. The mother is always on the phone. Everything depending on the maid. Ok fine, you had a fight with your husband, but what did your children do? Don't vent it on them. Can't you even come out and give your child the inhaler and some rub ointment? Or at least, come out and ask if she's ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal instincts always work strong for me. I can vision myself taking care of my babies, but it will never be like the one above. I hope not &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;. In my view, i think motherhood is the best. Pregnancy, morning-sickness, maternity clothes, swollen feet, less-than
