<?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-8814772585737030821</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:47:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melodrama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-5644719826016032280</id><published>2010-09-24T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:05:54.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was so amazing in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I went out shopping with Aisha to town.Its was freaking awesome.Although we met slightly after 1pm, we were on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo, Somerset,Paragon and even Orchard ION within 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;lols.Mission impossible would lose to us-like totally!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha was damn awesome today-I learnt a totally new side of her..Based on the fact that we have never be left alone for such long periods, we ACTUALLY connected!&lt;br /&gt;Not that im surprised, I just wished we could have discovered this side of eachother much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless we made up for lost time, in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Our journey started off by drooling at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hot men-keyword men&lt;/span&gt; not boys from the September  issue of AUGUST MAN :D&lt;br /&gt;Im definitely going to the library just to borrow that magazine from now on!&lt;br /&gt;Women who like boys truly have no taste.&lt;br /&gt;Guys seriously should start reading somekind of magazine.August MAn is simply awesome.Its like a fashion 101 for men, which they need like desperately!&lt;br /&gt;They dress terribly.Magazines are investments too. I really don't get why they buy porn magazines when they can just view such crap online.Its as if they want to show their masculinity through porn.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Anw.We were really hungry but we stalled for awhile while we browsed through some shops like bebe,but finally ended settling with acute dress at F21 for $33.Totally worth it I would say.Thanks to Aisha!&lt;br /&gt;After that we looked for Ramen Ten for about 15 mins?lols.Aisha is so weird.A geog student sucking at navigations?hahhahax.It was so hilarious so see her all puzzled yet composed while finding directions.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere we went, we always searched for the directory.:D&lt;br /&gt;The ramen was awesome.Best noodles Ive ever had and freaking reasonable.We ate a full set meal at $8.90 per set meal.She was so surprised on how much pepper flakes i added, but it still wasn't spicy enough though.that's why im sizzling!lols.&lt;br /&gt;chessyT__T.&lt;br /&gt; At somerset, we bought a few accessories and Aisha got a wing earrings.It was so pretty that she was smiling all the way!lols.We also bought other accessories at DIVA.&lt;br /&gt;She plans to wear them to school and claims that now she has 300 pairs of earstuds. I hope that not true-she could totally score a guiness award for having the most number of studs.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we gossiped like crazy-lols.Actually I wouldn't call it gossiping  more like catching up on latest events-fill in the missing pieces.&lt;br /&gt;We concluded that the indian community in singapore is more like a spider web coz everyone knows everyone and even then there are indian elites.T__TIts like 90210 but more typical coz the fashion sense is always clownish and bling!&lt;br /&gt;Im just grateful that Im not part of it.Aisha claims my size and intelligence intimidates tamilan men.Like I said, this is god's way of telling me, Ill score euro hunks!&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE (:&lt;br /&gt;So asian men don't critisize women when you have insecurities about yourself.Women are hot!&lt;br /&gt;They have great sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;They understand feelings and emotions way better and arent ignorant like some people when It hits you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;They don't use mushy lines which btw so does not impress anyone.&lt;br /&gt;They don't lie to your face or lead you on coz they don't feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;They don't talk trashy or sexually harrass friends .&lt;br /&gt;MEN ARE ASSHOLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, Bruno was kind of the hot topic today.Im so disappointed in the way bruno treats Aisha.If only I was more closer to her, I would have siad my piece to bruno and Sakinah please punch him!&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a stuffed pinata and claims those are muscles.Hey muscles are stiff and not baggy and if someone tells you have man boobies, deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;I know he won't read my blog so Im gonna lash out everything I feel and even he reads I hope its some kind of awareness coz apparently he head is filled with a lump of clay.&lt;br /&gt;People tell friends stuff not for them to be used against themselves when you have nothing to joke about.Why do men find the desperate need to make us feel miserable 24/7&lt;br /&gt;Being honest is different compared to being an ASS and bruno is being one eversince he got into POLY&gt;I didn't dare say anything last time as I had no right to judge him but i think its time this ended.&lt;br /&gt;Being ridiculed about your size is totally not ok when She feels miserable everytime it happens.Not only in public with friends but with strangers&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Are you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I warned Aisha to stop letting him do that to her and her second chances theory is clearly.....T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is this a yellow ribbon project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.IF anybody has learnt anything from Ming Yan, Iffah, Sarah and myself.SELF RESPECT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's key!&lt;br /&gt;It always is...A man would doesn't get that should be kicked in the nads and bruno if u ever hurt Aisha like that again,I swear..."£$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had loads of fun today talking to Aisha and thanks to her I'm all set for the party on FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;We definitely need to take pictures although I'm not much of a cam whore.&lt;br /&gt;We definitely need to figured how to get to Far east next time.&lt;br /&gt;Lols more shopping to be done once I'm employed.(:&lt;br /&gt;I should start catching up with Sakinah whom I haven't talked to ever since O'levels.&lt;br /&gt;Its as if there's some cold war..T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-5644719826016032280?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/5644719826016032280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-so-amazing-in-many-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Yesterday was my mother's birthday. She finally turns 51, but what's so big about 51 right?&lt;br /&gt;lols.I think this year was a memorable one for my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Usually we don't practice the celebration of birthdays among families coz there's always a free flow of cake.lols&lt;br /&gt;However surprisingly this year..&lt;br /&gt;I think there was a need to express our emotions materialistically after there was a breakdown at home for Mother's Day.I hope that wasn't due to menopause.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone came prepared this year.&lt;br /&gt;She was showered with a Bouquet and expensive chocolates which was delivered by a close friend in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;At 12am both my brother and I threw a surprise party for her.&lt;br /&gt;My brother wished her 10 minutes before the day was over through msn call.&lt;br /&gt;My father who was the person who began he no gift policy, took the trouble to buy a Cake and Card!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.With all these,I'm hoping she was contented with our effort on trying to please her. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.Ive been busy all week. No time to blog.Sleeping less than 6 hours a day.Working at the office. Making relavent documents for the legal transactions.haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Ive already made 3 trips to Singapore this week.I don't think i can't go out for another week.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i need to prep for my brother's 21st birthday party.They claimed the party's dress code was clubbing attire?!&lt;br /&gt;What to wear!!!? I need help! Aisha help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lutfi today.He was my guide to Burlington Square as I wanted to make an enquiry regarding the UOL LLB degree programme.Since Ill be starting next year only.&lt;br /&gt;I still have 6 months to prep and study relevant books before university officially starts.&lt;br /&gt;I need  to earn like really well, So that i can use the money for university clothes shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone help me get a job!!!&lt;br /&gt;We walked around orchard and somerset  and talked about random stuff.We ate Sake Sushi till we were going to puke.lols.&lt;br /&gt;He is my date for the birthday party.lols.I can't believe we're the same height.lols.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was staring at us.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to shower and sleep like crazy.So ill catch up soon alright!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely take pics for the party!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-3748704633624358916</id><published>2010-09-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:21:48.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling as you say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;You said to me be happy as if nothing was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Looking your back as you walked away,&lt;br /&gt;I prayed you wouldn't cry because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see the flowin tears,&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave,&lt;br /&gt;I ca't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the rain was falling,it was okay,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see your tears, it was okay,&lt;br /&gt;Its alright,I couldn't hold you back,&lt;br /&gt;`cause the rain could wipe out all the painful memories in your heart, was falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, you thought you could forget,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if nothing was alive,&lt;br /&gt;Looking your back, while you walked alone,&lt;br /&gt;Even today the rain falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stop your tears that were flowing,&lt;br /&gt;But its not possible for me to make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the rain was falling,it was okay,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see your tears, it was okay,&lt;br /&gt;Its alright,I couldn't hold you back,&lt;br /&gt;`cause the rain could wipe out all the painful memories in your heart, was falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go, Don't leave,&lt;br /&gt;Ill say these words to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your heart was crying and the rain was falling,&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart was crying, my tears falls down,&lt;br /&gt;Because I loved you, I couldn't hold you back,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I may become the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this song..haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-3748704633624358916?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/3748704633624358916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/smiling-as-you-say-goodbye-you-said-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/3748704633624358916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/3748704633624358916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/smiling-as-you-say-goodbye-you-said-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-8905599806209535727</id><published>2010-09-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:38:05.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unexpected events happens for a reason.Although we try so hard to deny it, t just happens.&lt;br /&gt;however isn't that what makes it unique and special.Well today was very memorable to me and I hope our friendship or relationship in general prolongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coincidently came across a longtime friend's profile a couple of days ago.I was so shocked on how different he looked and instantly we started chatting to msn.&lt;br /&gt;There was something so comfortable of his presence that we just connected without difficulty.Our relationship was rather envied in the past by many people as we never had to try so hard to make conversations with each other.&lt;br /&gt;So there we were chatting over the week, catchng up on all details,unintentionally he mentions that he had a cruah on me when we were younger. How young? 13!&lt;br /&gt;That's like freaking young and even god would agree that I looked terrible.T__T.Well terrible would be more of an understatement.:)&lt;br /&gt;He explained that there was something special about me which he never seen before.T__T.Along came other random topics as well so we drifted from the extremely sensitive one.&lt;br /&gt;So..like 3 days earlier while we were chatting on msn casually, he hinted that we should meet up.I was thrilled coz I hadn't seen him and moreover he was m brother's friend so that draws the line of Neutral zone!lols.&lt;br /&gt;He was kinda confused on whether it was a date or just meet up.Come on man, he wants to have dinner..insists he drives me home and pays for dinner..and that's a meet up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving consideration to that  male pride which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL MEN &lt;/span&gt;have stored somewhere in the systems.He picked me up at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;We went of to JUSCO bukit Indah and strolled around for couple of hours.We headed off to Baskin Robinson's for desserts  where he treated me to peppermint choc ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;Since we wanted some quiet time together, we drove to my place which was near the airport and admired the take off and landing from afar!&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking awesome!I had so much fun seeing planes and talking to him.He made it so obvious he likes  me too.He was like:&lt;br /&gt;OMG! you look hot! and I like girls like u..So i suggested to hook him up with some girls I know that would suit him.&lt;br /&gt;lols.It reminded me scenes of good luck chuck where Jessica Alba will admire planes with her date..:)&lt;br /&gt;haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FIRST DATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH A GUY WITH NO FUTURE PROSPECTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE IS GREAT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways haven't heard from Sarah in a couple of days..I hate that company which Sarah is sent too.She suddenly seems so busy and miserable.I hopes she blends in soon.This company shit seems to be wearing her remaining energy.&lt;br /&gt;Hope Raya brings some luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLS!!! HAPPY HARI RAYA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-8905599806209535727?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/8905599806209535727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/unexpected-events-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/8905599806209535727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/8905599806209535727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/unexpected-events-happens-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-5469469780733767912</id><published>2010-09-07T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:12:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/amanda-seyfried-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/amanda-seyfried-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched  Chloe today.The storyline simply quotes the life of a successful doctor (Moore) begins to believe her husband (Neeson) is having an affair&lt;br /&gt;. She then decides to try and catch him by hiring an escort (Seyfried) to seduce him.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, complications happen that put the entire family at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the movie's really good as its more like psycho thriller and a pinch of romance here and there, with the exception that the viewer should be open to bi relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie and I think its worth watching besides the sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Seyfried looked simply flawless in the movie.I used to think that she looked weird but in this movie I really liked her.Although she was portrays the role of a hooker she does it with innocence that makes you actually sympathize with her at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well around 9pm, mom called me downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Strapped me down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I was given a whole body massage.&lt;br /&gt;Haizz.I feel all loose and tangled.&lt;br /&gt;My back has been aching for months.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the massage helped.:D&lt;br /&gt;Going off now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-5469469780733767912?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/5469469780733767912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/watched-chloe-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/5469469780733767912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/5469469780733767912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/watched-chloe-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-4921239306017928723</id><published>2010-09-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:30:19.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met my primary school teachers today-so fun!&lt;br /&gt;They were so surprised today when they saw me. Ive changed in so many unimaginable way according to them but its seems all positive though.&lt;br /&gt;They hardly seemed to recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;They have changed so much-but are still familiar in some way.&lt;br /&gt;We catched up all on sorts of stuff and I was really happy that I actually took time to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed off to Civic Centre library to read some books as I didn't want to go back early.&lt;br /&gt;Browsed through some law reference books and learnt some details about auction properties.&lt;br /&gt;Guessed who I bumped to in the library---AISHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was so random to meet her there. I never expected to see her there especially.I identified her by her pink shoes and bag.Aisha seriously love pink!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Aisha though I was able to spend my afternoon rather productively, by watching Vampires Sucks.Its super hilarious and ill recommend it to anyone who hates or loves Twilight saga coz its just bring out the reality!&lt;br /&gt;We catched up on weird incidents and random people in general but I was really happy to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored.&lt;br /&gt;Its 1.30am&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is doing her board.Stupid board&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my wee hours of the night with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Iffah you should msn call whenever you are not falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-4921239306017928723?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/4921239306017928723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/met-my-primary-school-teachers-today-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/4921239306017928723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/4921239306017928723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/09/met-my-primary-school-teachers-today-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-5906458698944842124</id><published>2010-08-31T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:12:08.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What makes Europeans special?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sight of one makes us flutter?&lt;br /&gt;What qualities do they seem to poses that we find so irresistible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found myself talking to a complete stranger yesterday at 3am in the morning and I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Ronnie Cardoso. We met casually online- and just started chatting .I wasn't being judgemental and just acting based on instincts.&lt;br /&gt;So as we chatted, he told me He is actually Brazilian decent and that he couldn't speak English. He was using a google translator to actually make simple conversations with me.&lt;br /&gt;T__T.He had an accent too.Right don't they all have one-one that isn't slinglish.&lt;br /&gt;So was I actually.I learnt many things from him that day.Language wasn't really a barrier to someone whom u've actually feel a connection too.&lt;br /&gt;Although we both said few words only at times..and most of it involved..."wait a second", truthfully we were enjoying ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;He was on summer break so he is working at a construction site.He is 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that google is pronounced as GOO GLEE in Portuguese?&lt;br /&gt;There's an 8 hour difference between Singapore and Portugal.Simply means that he wakes up when we sleep and vice verse.He is the youngest child of his family.Since he looked slightly Indian I asked him if he had Indian decent in his family.His grandfather was from India.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that he said was amusing.Probably because he couldn't converse in English and that he didn't mind talking to me that way.&lt;br /&gt;He said that this was very new to him and that he found it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;We had msn call conversation too.Its was harmless as we came from completely different regions and this was just a way of knowing each other.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently its very cold in Portugal. I didn't know that. Most of them smoke in Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited that he wanted to learn English so that he could have conversations like this. Easier said than done actually. I tried learning french  for a month and it wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to talk to him again tonight.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I see your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theres not a thing that I would change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz ur amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just the way you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz girl ur amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just the way you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-bruno mars-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-5906458698944842124?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/5906458698944842124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-makes-europeans-special-why-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/5906458698944842124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/5906458698944842124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-makes-europeans-special-why-does.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-8467406684018146520</id><published>2010-08-30T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:01:10.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THs57FqzXeI/AAAAAAAAATY/o0JYokoKml4/s1600/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THs57FqzXeI/AAAAAAAAATY/o0JYokoKml4/s320/DSC02519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511062256314703330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams, I really find red eyed rabbits freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;I know its a common sight but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; doesn't that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; creature make you cringe a little at all?&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;addition&lt;/span&gt; they are very sensitive creatures-delicate structure, feeble looking, sensitive skin or fur and even sensitive digestive systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fragile that its not even fit to be a pet! I had rabbits once when I was much younger-they died!&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;*they were exposed to sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;*they ate random grass and weeds.&lt;br /&gt;*they were carried too much.&lt;br /&gt;etc..but doesn't make u wonder why such creatures with sensitive digestive systems est the own turd?! Isn't that poison also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many other creatures as pets too.&lt;br /&gt;Next attempt would be goldfishes.lols.I read somewhere that goldfishes only had the memory span of 2 seconds!. Technically they enter a new world every 2 seconds and a amused by it.&lt;br /&gt;That's why they always appear to be so puzzled and confused.&lt;br /&gt;goldfish: ah? where am I?&lt;br /&gt;goldfish[2 seconds later]: ah? where am I now?&lt;br /&gt;hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Well true enough they died too.They were kept in a goldfish bowl which is supposedly to be able to keep them alive but its lacks oxygen. Stupid bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive even had chicks! When my father was transferred back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;johor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bahru&lt;/span&gt;, I insisted we brought back chicks that our neighbours had.&lt;br /&gt;We even smuggled them into the bus. They were so adorable! I named them after they harry potter series.T___T&lt;br /&gt;One day, I noticed that they were trying desperately to drink water from the floor.So i brought them a large bowl of water so they all can drink and quench their thirst.&lt;br /&gt;did you know that chicken don't really drink much water.They are so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;That's why they get killed.They are so drawn to such things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; lose themselves in it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;.When i got back 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; later-Ron was dead in the pool of water- apparently he had drowned by consuming too much.&lt;br /&gt;The rest were all lying down as their stomach were bloated from the excess water. They couldn't stand up too.&lt;br /&gt;My  dad was quick to think of dehydration through sun tanning them in the sun.They still died or went missing a few weeks later-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;burried&lt;/span&gt; them in our house grave.&lt;br /&gt;So dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings to my loved ones who have stood by my family and built 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;generations&lt;/span&gt; on their own as well.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nurtured&lt;/span&gt; them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; childbirth-been there during labour/ puberty/adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;I have the skill not only to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nurture&lt;/span&gt; and raise them but also to multiply them.&lt;br /&gt;I love them till death.More than family.&lt;br /&gt;I would kill myself for them.&lt;br /&gt;They understand our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt; and are always loyal and supportive in their own manner.&lt;br /&gt;my oldest has been around 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;my youngest is 9 months old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-8467406684018146520?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/8467406684018146520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/speaking-of-dreams-i-really-find-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/8467406684018146520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/8467406684018146520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/speaking-of-dreams-i-really-find-red.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THs57FqzXeI/AAAAAAAAATY/o0JYokoKml4/s72-c/DSC02519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-2337194737020818635</id><published>2010-08-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:17:50.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was talking to Sarah last night till 3am while watching episodes of KOB. Totally forgot the fact the whole family was waking up early to go for family prayers in Muar, my dad's hometown.&lt;br /&gt;As my eye lids shut to get some rest, my phone rings.My mother on the other end wakes me up and says "get ready we are leaving at 4.30am".There went my sleep.Totally.&lt;br /&gt;I opted to be co-pilot for this journey as i planned to be of some use to the sleepy drivers. We arrived there at 6.45am which was pretty early based on the fact it was raining and the roads were very slippery&lt;br /&gt;However since the temple gates only opens only at 7am, we had to wait in the car.&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened to Sarah when she told me to sleep-maybe she had a feeling Ill pull this kind of stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After temple prayers everyone entered some random coffee shop where we ate pathetic breakfast sets like pau and Sui-Mai? Eww.&lt;br /&gt;I was so sleepy I didn't bother saying much and just followed while everyone ate something.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 11am.10 minutes later I was sound asleep with Julie next to me. Woke up at around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Sarah helped me realise that I haven't eaten many types of Japanese snacks or breads or weird stuff from MC Donald's.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me  you'll be surprised when u see the list.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what cinnamon melts are?! Well Sarah was nice enough to enlighten me on such mediocre details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cinnamon Melts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Daifuku.&lt;br /&gt;3.Melon Bread.&lt;br /&gt;4.ddukboki.&lt;br /&gt;5.breeks(something like swensons)&lt;br /&gt;-still more types of weird stuff to try with Sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-2337194737020818635?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/2337194737020818635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/was-talking-to-sarah-last-night-till.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/2337194737020818635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/2337194737020818635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/was-talking-to-sarah-last-night-till.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-6650156262235253643</id><published>2010-08-28T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:23:32.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THf0JG-08wI/AAAAAAAAATA/O5OAeg9v3Xk/s1600/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THf0JG-08wI/AAAAAAAAATA/O5OAeg9v3Xk/s320/DSC01508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510141106441220866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JUSCO today-Mom called me out for random shopping escapade!. Can't say it was a blast as the journey started off really abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;We left home around 1.30pm but then a change of plans as my brother became angry about the way my mother drove the car and demanded to be sent home immediately.ARGH!!!. Such a pussy!&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was it, the end to my little escapade but then my mother waited 5 minutes then called me-asking me to join her-little did I know I was entering the lion's den TOTALLY unprepared for what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;She started blasting about everything-(1) my attire(2) My face(3)My nutrition habits(4)My attitude(5)my Carrer plans(6)Life(7) My brother(8)My relationship with my brother(9)house chores(10) Etiquette of a proper WOMAN...etc!&lt;br /&gt;I was regretting why I re-entered the car.Its as if I opted for this.God gave me a fine opportunity to leave when I had the chance. Believe me I asked why she called me back if she had so many issues directed towards me.She answered saying it was because  she wanted to yell at me in private.Wow my mother truly is considering my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;So she yells at me in private-bravo!&lt;br /&gt;So this yelling goes on till she makes me cry-As usual I get emotional when that happens becoming emo as ever-She had an appointment to attend to so off she went to viewing houses while I waited in the car for like an ass for a good 45 minutes.All that carbon monoxide I absorbed would have easily killed some part of my lungs.Kept myself company with some music played in 97.6FM &amp;amp; 98.7FM[thanks!]&lt;br /&gt;These random appointments end at around 4.30pm.So after that we drove for like 20 minutes in total silence to JUSCO.Arriving there at 5pm , I was revising on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to be as stubborn as ever and piss her off even more.As the car stopped, she said "So. has the anger stopped?".I didn't know what to do. So I just got down I paraded behind her within a close distance.&lt;br /&gt;With the excess 5 kg being shed off I really looked like a tanned mannequin walking behind a average sized person.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to make conversations with me-I responded with few words.Then predictably she goes into a Japanese restaurant.ARASHI shabu-shabu.&lt;br /&gt;Since she was clueless about what to do-I did most of the work.Eventually I calmed down and became normal again.Burnt my tongue in miso broth too. lols.[clumsy]&lt;br /&gt;We had fun after that. Surprisingly today is the first time didn't blast my mother's wallet when we went shopping-I spent a mere $80 on 4 Tank Tops purchased at MNG.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we took the normal road instead of Highway.She definitely had more talking to do.She was going on on how a proper lady should be-like GJP in boys over flowers.&lt;br /&gt;True my mother does treat me well and I'm grateful as I did turn out to be a fine woman in some ways but there are still changes to be made.She said she loves me alot-(: Rare kind of words to be said by mother.She must have felt bad for yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;She expects highly of me.In all aspects.That was stressed alot today.Now education isn't enough.I should be an all rounder[housework wise].why?&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I'm going to be married off to some pathetic people to be called my future husband and in laws. I have to serve them.Seems so 18 century.Wait till I tell her I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;lols.Working on it.Maybe I might turn out to be gay too.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways however the evening turned out to be-I still love her.she's my mother. A woman who treats me harshly at times but with warmth most of the times as she trys to make me a fine young lady.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU AMMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! isn't the lighting pretty? I took it at the shabu-shabu food restaurant.We should go next time.The food is OK.I hope Sarah is OK. She suddenly went off yesterday without prior notice-I'm guessing the headache must have been terrible-She left without signing off too.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah i hope your OK (:&lt;br /&gt;Take loads of rest.You've been working your ass off this whole holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-6650156262235253643?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/6650156262235253643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-jusco-today-mom-called-me-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/6650156262235253643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/6650156262235253643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-jusco-today-mom-called-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THf0JG-08wI/AAAAAAAAATA/O5OAeg9v3Xk/s72-c/DSC01508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-2280337493642465947</id><published>2010-08-26T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:52:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TESCO&lt;/span&gt; yesterday to help mom buy some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;groceries&lt;/span&gt;.I just needed some fresh air-clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; spending my afternoons in such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unproductive&lt;/span&gt; manners till I feel like going crazy.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;I want to find a job but lazy to fill in a resume`.I need signs on what i am going to do with my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Ive lost 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kg&lt;/span&gt; and still counting- I know that i should be overjoyed by that very sentence but somehow I feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I have been losing my appetite for days now and Ive been waking up at 2pm everyday and forcing myself to sleep at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive started piling housework on myself so that i get tired-I talk to Sarah in the evenings as it feels therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; also blogging about it know as its sort of self awareness when i read the words aloud.Thanks to Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; started watching King of Baking.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty decent.just finished episode 11-(:&lt;br /&gt;I might start watching Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Yesterday i was asked out by a younger guy-made my day(:&lt;br /&gt;alright going off..(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-2280337493642465947?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/2280337493642465947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-tesco-yesterday-to-help-mom-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/2280337493642465947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/2280337493642465947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-tesco-yesterday-to-help-mom-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-2708213394611245750</id><published>2010-08-24T13:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:51:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNZfoug9nI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SplULiR32Xo/s1600/SDC10590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNZFu5XoPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Jqtr91LX66w/s320/SDC10560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508844724227121394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNZAOCUdhI/AAAAAAAAASI/YIqa7V5agyc/s1600/SDC10594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNZAOCUdhI/AAAAAAAAASI/YIqa7V5agyc/s320/SDC10594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508844629506946578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNY67Is7XI/AAAAAAAAASA/RpHT6MFuns4/s1600/SDC10497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNY67Is7XI/AAAAAAAAASA/RpHT6MFuns4/s320/SDC10497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508844538534096242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNY3FF0fmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ANQ6kJfxh3o/s1600/SDC10494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNY3FF0fmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ANQ6kJfxh3o/s320/SDC10494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508844472486887010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNYwHJQHTI/AAAAAAAAARw/oV5wM9Eahy0/s1600/SDC10495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNYwHJQHTI/AAAAAAAAARw/oV5wM9Eahy0/s320/SDC10495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508844352779066674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pictures are finally in.The whole string of pictures is with Sarah though-I only took ones that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.I'm pretty sure anyone who knows me definitely knows I'm not a fan of children  but Ill make an exception  for Japanese ones (:&lt;br /&gt;My real favourite would be the mother and sora kun! She looks so small and young.&lt;br /&gt; He was walking all over the place that day-with their maid trailing behind him.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda odd seeing a Japanese family having a maid-maybe  both parents are working adults?.&lt;br /&gt;The school structure looks amazing right?So Japanese-Its like viewing a school campus shown in manga.Its looks even prettier at night time.&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect moment with the full moon around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Bon Odori-whereby everyone dances around the stage platform-They were always calling children to perform.Japanese people like kids too?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea but they are pretty photogenic even when they aren't posing. i love the girls who posed for me!&lt;br /&gt; So nice of them- and the one in green yukata-never got to say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure she's mixed blood because there's something different about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/PETER/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-2708213394611245750?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/2708213394611245750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-are-finally-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/2708213394611245750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/2708213394611245750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-are-finally-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/THNZfoug9nI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SplULiR32Xo/s72-c/SDC10590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-7214364247040814128</id><published>2010-08-23T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:28:09.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed up till 3am last night.&lt;br /&gt;Kept Sarah company as she was finishing the final touches to the Model-She has a presentation today!&lt;br /&gt;I hope she wins the competition!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK SARAH!&lt;br /&gt;Its raining like crazy at my place-&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;My dog is hiding in the refrigerator because of the RAIN- So much for being a brave canine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago--I talked to Ming yan and she was seriously upset/pissed of GLAMOUR choice of sexiest men as they were being biased and inaccurate.lols.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I have to agree with her as the choice of men is TOTALLY pathetic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive decided to make a list of my own-Simply because its raining and i have a craving for caramel apples!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lee min ho                                                                 11.Hugh Jackman&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesse Williams                                                          12.Gong Yoo&lt;br /&gt;3.Jun Matsumoto                                                         13.Daniel Henney&lt;br /&gt;4.Hayden Christensen                                                 14.Kim Jae Wook&lt;br /&gt;5.Orlando Bloom                                                           15.Takuya Kimura&lt;br /&gt;6.Tom Welling                                                               16.Kim Hyun Joong&lt;br /&gt;7.Jonathan Rhys Meyers                                             17.Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;br /&gt;8.Gabriel Aubry                                                            18.Kamenashi Kazuya&lt;br /&gt;9.Jake Gyllenhaal                                                          19.Michael Rady               &lt;br /&gt;10.Johny Depp                                                               20.Gerard Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: The list of men is in random order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-7214364247040814128?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/7214364247040814128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/stayed-up-till-3am-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/7214364247040814128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/7214364247040814128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/stayed-up-till-3am-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-403488202117696708</id><published>2010-08-22T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:12:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUKATA!</title><content type='html'>WENT TO JAPAN FESTIVAL TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was my first time going to Japanese summer festival in CHANGI.The school campus was amazing,with the school structure built in such a way that they have the school building with all dorms attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;I find it weird that they have their school building located at at an Industrial site-maybe they really want to isolate themselves from the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;The festival was amazing! I had so much fun thanks to Sarah.We wanted to buy caramel apples but it became sold  out so fast! they look so pretty- i dunno how they eat those. I just want to keep it as a souvenir!.I gulped down 3 glasses of beer as well.lols.dharini was really shocked as i finished her share as well.I dunno how people drink beer as it is freaking BITTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will never encourage anyone to  drink beer unless you have something to pair it with-like kimchi!!&lt;br /&gt;I have good feeling that Sarah  might be worried  as she was texting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;halfway of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a little kid  when I'm with her- yes technically I am incapable to travel on my own in Singapore especially on a Saturday night!!.I hope both of them got home safely too.              Thankfully i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt; safely before 12am.I know its kinda late but whatever right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my mother always has a way to ruin things -as usual calls me at 7.45pm telling me that she wasn't coming to Singapore to pick me up!.I was so stunned for a moment-like what was i going to do-I'm in changi.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for a another 30 minutes while i laughed like crazy as Sarah and Fanny participated in some traditional dance event which was the finale.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny to see both of them dancing.Sarah refused  to let me take pictures- i managed  to catch  a few though- Dunno whether she'll post them online.&lt;br /&gt;With the crowd being crazy i couldn't really get any pictures with focus-but i sure enjoyed taking pictures of young toddlers in Yukata!.&lt;br /&gt;They actually posed like professionals.Japanese parents really train their off springs not to be camera shy-so cool!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah also took pictures of children with their parents too.Mostly for the benefit of 2 weirdos.lols! Dharini and Iffah.Dharini had to leave halfway too because she was heading off to a Birthday party! Hope you have fun Dharini!.    &lt;br /&gt;Both mother and child seemed so pretty!. I hope I did a OK job with the pictures! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YOU SO MUCH SARAH!&lt;br /&gt;I HAD SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;HUGS&amp;amp;KISSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;*ps: This is the straight part of me that is talking-no mixed singnals.lols  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-403488202117696708?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/403488202117696708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/yukata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/403488202117696708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/403488202117696708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/yukata.html' title='YUKATA!'/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-7803704541090671623</id><published>2010-08-21T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:01:30.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a joyride into singapore today.My mother and I went to NTU regarding my brother's fees' payment and hostel room confirmation.She was so suprised on how&lt;br /&gt;oraganized the university seemed.Her eyes were glowing!.I wish i could enter such universities too, but thanks to freaking GP even with good results im being shipped off to foreign waters[Not that Im complaining]&lt;br /&gt;-giggles-&lt;br /&gt;Plus with the YOG taking place in NTU-there were so many security checks all  over the NTU campus.I was hoping to catch a glimpse of some the  young athletics  Sarah must be pissed/worried as she has been trying to get hold of me regarding the japan festival today.I'm pretty sure I'm going but I'm still rather worried about the timing Ill be home.Not only will I be arriving late Ill also be making her stay up late waiting for me.Its in CHANGI.That itself freaks me out. Im travelling from one end to the other.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stay over at someone place but Sarah is unable to accommodate as well.&lt;br /&gt;lols-Turns out my mom said OK for the japan festival but just now suggested i bring a friend along-so that she can drive me in?&lt;br /&gt;Then how do i meet Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! this is SO confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back from Singapore I completed my so called clerk duties and headed off to meet the lawyer at her house.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted over tea as we discussed about my future plans.The lawyer suggested that I complete my LLB degree in UK and graduate by completing the bar exams there as well.&lt;br /&gt;I really worried if my mother would be able to support my brother and me as both of us are entering university at the same time and making the burden twice as harder to support.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping there will be a solution that enables me to practice i both countries without difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is aching so bad I wished an elephant trampled all over me.Soya boy has also been MIA for a couple of days. This is so unlike him.Probably he left for Bangkok again.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what he does in Bangkok.lols.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of inviting him to follow me for the japan festival as ill be travelling back alone at night all the way from Changi.At least with him around i won't be so worried.&lt;br /&gt;stupid fella didn't call too.I'm so used to him calling, now when he doesn't it feels like something is wrong-hope he comes online:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-7803704541090671623?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/7803704541090671623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-for-joyride-into-singapore-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/7803704541090671623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/7803704541090671623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-for-joyride-into-singapore-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-722605134318785789</id><published>2010-08-19T13:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:46:19.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buffetlicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/TGzgR1P0oRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Xiv_lvYrryc/s1600/11_instax-mini-7s-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/TGzgR1P0oRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Xiv_lvYrryc/s320/11_instax-mini-7s-white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507023041323114770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUJIFILM INSTAX MINI 7'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all Ive been thinking about ever since i saw this piece of beauty online.&lt;br /&gt;i saw months back but got really sad as i couldn't afford it. Now thanks to *clickshop*&lt;br /&gt;my dream of owning a polaroid is coming true!!. i need to get a freaking job that pays me so well i can buy all this collectibles--haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talked to ming yan last night. Its been ages since we chatted.she seems to be on hols because of the prelims they are having at school.&lt;br /&gt;She seems exhausted with all the preparations coming along- i hope she and iffah do well! good luck for the maths on friday guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ming yan I was introduced to some pretty good piano soundtracks from madoka piano files--Simply refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to it all night till i dozed off. Sarah claimed it to be rather cutesy? That woman is so hilarious at times.&lt;br /&gt;I mean what do u expect from a japanese artist whose is composing songs for animae?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if u guys want to try it  out- Madoka piano files: emotion,summer time,missing and film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which there are so many amazing buffet we have to try. I was watching buffetlicious episodes and im speechless from the cuisines offered by the hotels in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;The pricing seems to be affordable as well.Sarah we definitely have to go for a choco fondue party!&lt;br /&gt;Theres one with all just seafood buffet-lobster!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ming yan also mention about a swensons ice cream buffet&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;So many buffets-maybe its due to the Ramadan season--oh well i need to get back housework.BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/PETER/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-722605134318785789?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/722605134318785789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffetlicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/722605134318785789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/722605134318785789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffetlicious.html' title='buffetlicious'/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfeDwbu1XoM/TGzgR1P0oRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Xiv_lvYrryc/s72-c/11_instax-mini-7s-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814772585737030821.post-1166807283345302225</id><published>2010-08-18T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:38:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of randomness</title><content type='html'>How is randomness beautiful? Randomness by itself is and absolute genuine expression of one self at that exact moment of time it is captured. Whatever feelings portrayed will die off at that instant but remain as a memory somewhere in our mind.Being random takes skill as today's world has shaped humans into being a delusion of something we idealize whereby the emotions and expression as predictable and recognized whereas a individual who portrays a random thought or expression is considered to be unique and special.We may be in denial by the truth lies in ourselves as we ponder on why we are attracted to something so  mysterious and abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that itself was a random expression to start of this blog---&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys I'm back.Well I've been on break for about 2 months now.Just finished my A levels and obtained my results. In case your wondering i scored a decent AAB but know beholds the question---&lt;br /&gt;What are you planning to do next...blah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of studying.I seriously don't get how people study till PHD.Its insane-absolute madness.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm still speculating between LAW and DENTISTRY. damn mother plans on shipping me off to INDIA. I'm going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Sarah last night.i really hope i can go for the japan festival on 21 Aug.However reality sure loves to kick us in the nads-mere expression only! maybe there'll be somewhat miracle that allows me to go.Sarah also is worried about my safety.Hell who wouldn't be? I'm a 5'10 naive and clumsy doll walking in the streets and the nightlife in Malaysia isn't that safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving sashimi--Sarah we have to go for sushi buffet again and i heard there's a new sushi restaurant I heard from soya guy.Turns out we're still talking.He is such a hypocrite but i don't feel on hanging up on him. he was so nice when i was miserable yesterday.sometimes i wonder why i can't feel how sincere and genuine he is towards me.It literally hits me in the face and yet I'm ignorant.what's wrong with me?! Ive even considered possibilities of me being gay.&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that at his persistence doesn't get to me.&lt;br /&gt;  5 months more till this misery ends-maybe its not really miserable.i need&lt;br /&gt; to form a countdown-haizz!&lt;br /&gt;alright! gotta go shower.BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814772585737030821-1166807283345302225?l=fickle-fashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/feeds/1166807283345302225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-of-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/1166807283345302225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814772585737030821/posts/default/1166807283345302225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickle-fashion.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-of-randomness.html' title='the beauty of randomness'/><author><name>nandhini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05306408158261074145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
