<?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-423730115063859696</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:26.242-07:00</updated><category term='and i wonder why i&apos;ve been labelled an alco :-)'/><title type='text'>To taste the sweet, i face the pain</title><subtitle type='html'>Point me towards a blogger who claims he doesnt lie and i'll show you a liar. Having said that i only blog the truth =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-8294440393658314125</id><published>2009-03-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:37:27.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And a bimbo is born...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I havent blogged in months.. I actually miss it, but i have been busy, so so busy, that browsing the internet was not even an option, much less actually penning my thoughts down. I'm quite free today (shhhhhh, i'm already getting the 'looks' without even saying it out) so i thought i'd like put it to some use rather than annoy myself by looking at unwanted things. I love doing this to myself.. I know something will annoy me, yet i'll do it and then get annoyed that im annoyed. Ah, the joys of being a woman. Yes, i'm sure its a female defect, and i'm hardly alone in this department. Anways so to keep my itchy fingers away from getting smacked by my own hands, i decided to.. blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday, as my 5 million and 1st bimbotic moment for the year, i could not get the 8th button to work in the lift. I kept pressing it like a maniac and it just wouldnt light up. So i decided to go to the 9th floor and walk down. ( i was quite proud of my quick thinking considering i had to come up with that solution in a split second heh) Anywayy for the first time in my 8 months with Kinetic, i discovered that the floor upstairs REEKED of audit!! hahaha no kidding! The lift door opened and i was hit by the smell that nearly reduced me to tears.. of happiness! As in I'm talking about serious uplifting of spirits. I was so grateful that i wasn't entering THAT office and that my audit days are a closed and SEALED chapter that will be forever be remembered as my DARKER DAYS. :) Haha you're probably wondering what audit smell am i blabbering about.. Trust me, its this rancid smell thats hits your brain cells and sets off the depressed nerves. I-kid-you-not. Its a combination of the paper and the carpet and is probably even mixed with the odour the depressed people on the 9th floor must emit. :) Or maybe its none of those factors. Whatever it is, it's definitely a smell i recognized. I was overwhelmed by that oh so desired scent every single time i had to be at a client's office to audit them. Be it in the ulu'est part of Jurong or in some unglam industrial park in cheenapok land or even in town.. the 'aroma' was apparent in all of them. Oh well one of those, you gotta smell it to believe it i guess. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway that wasn't really the point of my story. My dramatic indian ways always get the better of me, so it took me a while to get to the reason why i shared the incident in the first place haha. So yeah the button... it wasn't working and all that jazz. So i took the stairs from the smelly 9th floor and entered my cool office on the 8th floor, all happy with where i am in life and yeah you got that part i'm sure, and like annouced to the rest of my colleagues that the lift on the right, the 8th floor button wasnt working. They all looked at me confused, prob coz they got to the 8th floor without the extra workout i had to do and the button seemed fine to them. I kinda wanted to add in how the visit to the 9th floor made me realise blah blah and how i felt so blah blah but yeah they didnt look too interested so i just happily unpacked and pretty much bounced around all morning with my joyous revelation on how much i appreciated my current job. So then came lunch and all was forgotten with the help of mean vendors and stress inducing agency arses.. So i went into the lift to go for lunch and that's when i realise... THERE ARE TWO SETS OF BUTTONS IN EACH DAMN LIFT!!!! sigh. 8 months later.. 8 months later and i realise that today. Who born me really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;As i said bimbotic moment number 5 million and 1 for the year. and counting. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8294440393658314125?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8294440393658314125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8294440393658314125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8294440393658314125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8294440393658314125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-bimbo-is-born.html' title='And a bimbo is born...'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7236175447412316278</id><published>2009-01-04T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:06:42.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the hyped up New Year, what with the whole world counting down in every possible way, has finally arrived! My favourite time of the year has also passed, which is kinda depressing but thats ok coz i've got a few things planned out that'll definitely tip the happy scale! For starters i'm hell excited about our upcoming Phuket trip in a few days! The glorious beach, our friggin 2 bedroom villa WITH A POOL, authentic pad thai and tom yum soup, shopping steals and deals, the water sports that'll keep me above sea level away from the (respected) underwater creatures (i kid you not when i say im terrified of what might get me when im half submerged) and above all i cannot wait for my jungle and beach trail horse riding. Sigh... i really, really am looking forward to it all!! I'm so glad we're actually going, instead of the famous planning which never materializes! Sigh ok, ok, i shall stop before i jinx our holiday.. *lets out a last squeal of excitement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.. today is my first day back at work after what seems like forever coz we pretty much had a 2 week holiday over X'mas and New Year's. The great thing is that i wasnt dreading it or muttering the usual curses this morning, as i would've had i been in my prior job! I'm really liking that fact and I'm giving myself another pat for leaving a job where i might've been earning a very desirable sum now. I mean who needs the money when you're so miserable, the only way you might use the money is to pay someone to kill you or like go for therapy or something, heh. Of course, the money could have been used to buy like things that i can only look at now wishfully, or to contribute more to the parentals or buy me a new camera without a second thought since my current one has major issues, or... Hahaha i'm kidding la.. I mean, yeah sure it would be nice to have spare cash every month but i'm SO SO SO much happier where i am now and i wouldnt trade happiness for all the money in the world. Money truly can't buy happiness. It's not a myth guys, it's true. Unless you're one of those lucky asses who's blessed with both. If you are, good on ya, but i shall become you one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas and New Year's were pretty well spent. Both were quiet events spent with the immediate group of friends, just the way i like it. I'm not big on crowds and forced conversations so i chose the anit social way out by just hanging out with the gang. :) Xmas was spent house hopping a little, but before the party started, so we got to say hi to the important members and then we ended up seekin refuge in Shawn's room while the real party was going on in the hall! Everyone was pretty spent by the end of the night, so we were just lazing around and watching TV in his newly done up room! His room has it all now under one roof, so we didnt really have to move much for any form of entertainment. :) And i LOVEDDD our Christmoosh date, the place is really gorgeous mannnnnn! And the food and wine was just.. money well spent for sure! Plus it was with the fearsome foursome, so it was much loved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SWG8IhsvwOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ybp9AkgTB6U/s1600-h/n508975622_5201038_3055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714292180697314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SWG8IhsvwOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ybp9AkgTB6U/s320/n508975622_5201038_3055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And new year's eve was a really nice private countdown at Sho's house with yummy food courtesy of Sholala, Champagne from Lagsini, Shawn's stylo mylo drinking game that somehow didnt get anyone high and my gorgeous speakers that i just have to mention coz i love them :) I really liked 2009's countdown espescially since 2008's was quite a disaster and I'm gonna be all positive and think thats indicative of a good year ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287709516817525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SWG3ykFcbGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yYxBnf__qCI/s400/DSCN6559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole of New Year's day with the familia and seeing Mikayla was the highlight of the day! :) She's really such a cutie.. she's a screamer but we still love her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287709224326224642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SWG3hieFWwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3zXGpd_lsRY/s400/DSCN6497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work, but there's really not much to do, which is good but i have this nagging feeling i'm not doing something important which i'm gonna pay dearly for tomorrow.. Heh. I think i'm gonna go dwell on that a little and if i don't come up with anything that'll save my ass tmw, i'm gonna bury my itchy nose in my new book :) Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7236175447412316278?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7236175447412316278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7236175447412316278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7236175447412316278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7236175447412316278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-hyped-up-new-year-what-with-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SWG8IhsvwOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ybp9AkgTB6U/s72-c/n508975622_5201038_3055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-7047062626601762447</id><published>2008-12-11T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:54:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was actually supposed to be a reading blog's day coz i was initially too lazy to blog buttttttttttt i changed my mind :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent blogged in so long and there are so many bloggable things that have actually happened.. so many events i want etched in my memory, so what better way but a reminder of it on my blog!! so one day my grandkids' kids can say they had a happening great-grandma! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo one such blog-worthy expedition was my Docent's (my zoo thingie) retreat in mid October this year! I am the promos head for my zoo volunteer group so i had to organize a retreat for the ex-comm. I toyed with the idea of Pulau Ubin, Sentosa, Chalets and all the other been-there-done-that-BORING options. I finally chose some coastal boardwalk at Pulau Ubin which i was kinda dreading coz im not your swamp loving chick and this was some massively one-with-nature kinda places. But i figured that that the rest, being volunteers at the zoo, would totally eat this up so I decided to think less of myself (shock shock horror horror) and go with that option rather than settle for the other more Malini like choices. But seeing as to how God actually loves me, the Pulau Ubin idea got scrapped! haha well i had a part to play in that minor change la but it was more or less determined by external sources. :) So i decided to look around a bit more and i stumbled upon this website &lt;a href="http://www.forestadventure.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.forestadventure.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt; . It looked really fun and i kinda am a bit of an adventure loving person underneath my bimbotic persona so i really pushed for this to happen! Only 6 of us managed to make it finally (kinda one of the reasons why the Ubin idea was abandoned) so it was a cozy group, which worked out well coz all of us were totally stripped off our pride, ego, fasle fronts and definitely were caught at our most unglam of moments like 99% of the time. It was a tree top trail thingie with 32 different activities including 4 flying fox fellas OVER THE WATER! wahh the whole experience was just... indescribable. I mean there were many times i really thought i was gonna lose my footing and fall to the ground, which mind you was alot higher from ground than it appeared to be. Of course we used a harness that was connected to a safety line with some other fancy gadgets to ensure our security at all times, but you know how the human mind works.. and when you think you're gonna die, you don't think Oh but i have this to protect me so the most that can happen is i'll be dangling in mid-air should any part of my body decide to leave its designated spot. I was seriously petrified at soo many points and i don't think ive broken out in cold sweat so many times in an hour before! We could only boast of battered and bruised arms and legs, sore palms, some bedok reservoir sand which was lodged EVERYWHERE but an experience we didnt mind reliving over and over again made it all worth it. One of us in the group was literally shivering when she had to climb her first rope ladder but by the end of it she was such a pro! A few of us refused to step off the platform when we had to zip past the water for the flying fox but by the 4th we were all still a tad bit nervous but it definitely took less than counting to 5 at least 10 times before we let go! Oh mannn it was really loads of fun.. one of those 'you've gotta try it to believe it' things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah i basically did like a free promo for these guys i know, but i realllyyyyy wanna find a group of fear loving enuthusiasts to join me on one of these so if you're readin this and you're game.. CALL MEEEE! And if i havent managed to convince you from my whole spiel above, here are some pictures to seal the deal ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279864455539360530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SUXYv5aigxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NFmIZV9uyac/s400/Forest+Adventure.jpg" border="0" /&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/423730115063859696-7047062626601762447?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7047062626601762447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7047062626601762447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7047062626601762447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7047062626601762447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-actually-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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/_0vbRhzXqYkI/SUXYv5aigxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NFmIZV9uyac/s72-c/Forest+Adventure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-3138514376046296170</id><published>2008-12-09T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:33.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok you have no idea how big an achievement it is!! I installed my own chat box!!! come on be excited for me lehhhhhh! I'm like the computer andoh of the group, where words like Java, bit torrent, binary and gee even the word programming makes me nervous. So it's no big secret that my blog was created and revamped with 100% help! haha yeah Shina and Sho are like my blog goddesses. My blog and I are eternally grateful to you two. *bows deeply showing off some cleavage UNINTENTIONALLY* BUT BUT BUT, i'm not that condemned, i actually managed to figure out how to get my very own chatbox! =) Haha i bet it's like the simplest of things but just let me revel in my newfound genius, why don't you! EUREKA!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway today i get to ciao early, coz ive got some bus viewing fella, so its gonna be short'ish day! Woo hoo.. Then i'm all prepared for another stay over at the Prawn residence :) The parents are coming back on Friday so i've only got another 2 days to live THE life! I love it man. I especially love having the car 24-7 and being able to be wherever i want without having to worry about pissing the folks off. Haha don't get me wrong i love my parents and all, but lets just say i love them being on holiday as well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Wow, the festive season is totally creeping up on us man. Its only what 15 days to Christmas and then New Years!! Seriously who are you and what did you do to 2008?! Damn time really seems to past much faster these days. I don't remember it whizzing by this fast when i was younger. I wonder why that is. I mean doesnt that just screw up the saying "time passes fast when you're having fun" coz i sure as hell know life was a lot more enjoyable when i didnt have to make my own money heh. There used to be a time when i eagerly looked forward to the new year coz that meant my birthday was coming up again (this is where i conveniently fail to mention that my bday falls in June but yeah i'm a real fan of birthdays esp when they're mine, so half a year is better than one)! But now that i'm way past my prime... I kinda dread the ticking clock :(  Oh well i'm still gonna make a great deal out of my bday, i just wont be celebrating my age thats about it heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway the festive season wasnt supposed to lead to the topic of my old and withering self, so pardon that. But yay, i love christmas!!! Its the one season that everyone seems to celebrate! I mean its a no-brainer that i like it mostly coz of the exchange of gifts, but seriously i LOVE the christmas spirit. Everyone seems to partake in it, and just thinking of xmas makes me geuninely happy! Last year i was a bum so nothing can compare to that. But this year my company is being a sweetheart and giving us quite a few days off during the xmas week and also the new year's week. So i have many many long weekends to look forward to! Plus the agency i'm sorta servicing is shutting down for the last 2 weeks of Dec, so i'll be at work but i'll be like WORKLESS!! Oh and after that a few of us are planning to running off to some island for some beach loving.. venue and company has yet to be be confirmed but i sure hope this holiday plan takes off! So i'm really looking forward to the second half of December which is *rubs hand gleefully* a weekend away!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;OK too many happy exclamations in this post. I'm gettin worried now. First sign of things turning bad is that my stupid bus viewing might be postponed to 530pm. So much for finishing early. :( OK i shall quit while i'm ahead, before more evil comes my way. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-3138514376046296170?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3138514376046296170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3138514376046296170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3138514376046296170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3138514376046296170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it.html' title='i did it!!'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-3416401256260274045</id><published>2008-12-08T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:13:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I long for another long weekend. Haha how corny i know, but seriously the weekend jus zipped right by. My parents are enjoying their 5 millionth honeymoon, this time in Turkey.. so i pretty much got the whole house and more importantly my PRECIOUS FREEDOM at my disposal :) Yeah but what good is house, parent'less or not, without a DVD player and a computer that delights itself on throwing some tantrum every 5 secs coz it's old and dying. Bleaugh. So yeah i decided to give my maid a real treat and i pretty much moved out for the weekend! :) Happily parked my contented ass at Shawn's house and indulged in all the pleasures my house could not offer me ;) Oh and i am now the proud owner of Desperate Housewives Season 4 (fine call me slow, but i think i've made pretty good progress with this series by my standards!) so that kept me busy all weekend while the boy-not-so-friend was happily consumed with his bloody world of warcraft game nonsense! so i sat there, nagging him after i went through each episode, to get off the computer or like at the very least spare me a glance but nooooo. Boys will be boys. I swear the game makes no sense and looks like it needs none.. just some pointless running around killing random creatures that make alot of unecessary ghoulish noises when they die. *shudders* i dont and prob will never quite understand what exactly the pull factor is with all these weird sadistic games. And we wonder why people are so much more violent these days and cold blooded killers are rampant in so many parts of the world.. sighhhhhh. Ok i know its JUST A GAME, but could there be a connection? I mean they don't even bat an eyelid when they literally slash their opponents to death, doesnt that train them to be a lil more, i dunno vicious? You know what, i'm probably making too big a deal out of nothing.. i mean superman and spidey did a whole load of stunts back in the day, and most of us didnt excatly watch and learn, so i think i shant judge the male population and the way they take to these savage games. I mean after all its a game right? It's like a world we can escape to, so we can be everything that we can't in reality. Hmmm, i reckon we should give the terrorists some of these games. Maybe then they can vent all their frustrations online and we will all be safe :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orite enough nonsensical rambling for the day.. i'm off! Have fun everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-3416401256260274045?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3416401256260274045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3416401256260274045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3416401256260274045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3416401256260274045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-weekend-reflection.html' title='long weekend reflection'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-919562231608856700</id><published>2008-12-05T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:22:14.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a waste of my time.. and yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh my god its been ages! I was reading thru my blog the other day and i was inspired, what with my new gorgeous layout (thank you shinaaaa) and hints of a slowing down economy (phewww) but of course the "work god" had other plans in store for me.. i was too busy to even consider blogging! I swear the recession and all the other scary words that are being thrown around these days don't seem to be affecting my workload. Maybe its still early, maybe i'm being a retarded ungrateful "i still have a job and work to do while i'm at that" idiot but i was hoping for abit of free time thaz alllllll *pouts* see la its 5pm on a FRIDAY evening and the agency calls and demands a reply by end of day. MAKE THAT TWO REQUESTS! :( why do they keep calling me, only me me me me me me :( ok ive been bombarded with too many calls. sigh. i give up. I'LL BE BACK. *storms off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-919562231608856700?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/919562231608856700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=919562231608856700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/919562231608856700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/919562231608856700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/12/waste-of-my-time-and-yours.html' title='a waste of my time.. and yours!'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-4793967040902165612</id><published>2008-06-03T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:52:30.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say whattttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;nobody wants me :( except for my petshop la. But they pay me $34 a day, so of course they'd want me. heh. Applied at like 3 animal related orgz and NONE have replied. Why did i not listen to my heart, the day i applied for the course at uni. I was contemplating between commerce n mass comm and i figured stability lied in the former and so the lingam in me went for the boring alternative. ALL the jobs i've applied for need some degree/dip in the mass comm field or some related work experience.. and i have neither. sob. its ok, this pursuit of my dream job is proving to be a very lengthy and unfavourable process but i'm sure i'll hit jackpot soon. Or at least i'm gonna stay positive and hope i do sigh. Maybe i really should look into the zoology course seriously hey. but there's sooo much to worry about if i decide to take that up, and i really don't know if i have the energy to go through 3 years of uni life all over again... I'm such an oldie, n im sure my brain cells have just about all gone into hiding, or maybe even extinction, arrgghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well, i'll just enjoy my break for now. Hah, been more than 6 months of a break and i'm still not bored. Broke, but definitely not bored. Maybe i'm made for this eh, the whole rest and relax kinda lifestyle... If only someone would pay me, to relax on their behalf.. I sure would do a good job.. yeah maybe they should make the queen while they're at that. I'm oh so realistic aren't i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bleaughh.. such a lazy day. thats ironic, since i was up, bright and early today. went for a jog at bishan park, while my dad brisked walked. Felt pretty good after baking under the hot morning sun but now i'm back to my lazy ass mode.. oh well, at least ive gotten the exercise outta the way. trust me everyday its like one ordeal, trying to drag and motivate myself to the gym. Its like i can be the most driven person, and losing weight would be the most important thing of the moment, but thats exactly it. the whole zest lasts for the moment. I don't understand why looking into the mirror doesnt suffice, or just knowing how i've outgrown like ALL my clothes isnt motivation enough like 24 hours of the day.. :( i hate this constant lifelong battle, hate hate hate! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;:( anywayyyyy. im off to KL for a wedding this weekend. Lavi's there making all these amazing plans already! like for starters, we're gonna get a mani n pedi as soon as we step into her house. she's got the person to come to the house!! and she's asked me what colours i favour and all that! that girl is one fab organizer la! plus i desperately need to wax so amazing lavi's gonna slip that into our already packed schedule! 3 cheers for my lovely cousin. she's like hot chocolate la- the absolute remedy to any given situation! muackssssssssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;another live saver is this prawnboy!! i just emailed him this thing i need to send out, to hopefully do some 'damage' and he edited it and now its DEFINITELY gonna kick some ass! i told him i wish he could come and live in my head but for those who know him guess what his reply was la.. tsk tsk. =) but i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee all the same! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;okkkk.. i'm in this boring mood so everything that comes out of me can be nothin but, so i shall like leave before more damage is done.. byeeeeeeee see you laterrrrrrrrrr! *said nani style* oh how i miss them :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-4793967040902165612?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4793967040902165612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4793967040902165612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4793967040902165612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4793967040902165612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-whattttt.html' title='say whattttt'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-537526761099357356</id><published>2008-05-27T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:53:31.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>skeeeeeeeeep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok, i had a lil scare before signing in.. was led to a page which read 'Claim your blog' on the top and i was like say whattttttttttttttttttt? Heh, thought game over, the internet took over the blog, as it's gonna do the world, what with all you people out there hooked onto your internet naansense :) the damn net took over the exciting and authentic way of communicating.. I used to love decorating my letters with stickers and different coloured pens, and receiving a letter from a friend used to be the most exciting event of the day.. sigh, remember the days of pen-pals.. now, what do we have.. BORING EMAIL. the most i can do is change the font and colour.. BORING *yawn* and then like regular TV isnt good enough.. the internet had to surpass that world, and not only give you what you might've missed but spoil the fun and provide you with the whole season. Sigh, no more thrilling suspense, where you had to survive a day or even week before you get to the next episode.. no more rushing back home to catch the episode which you've dreamt about all day.. nada, zilch. nows its just click and view. not even on a big screen.. screen on screen action. BORING and no more good ol' diaries, which will suddenly resurface when you're dead. and your grandchild can read it and get all emo. it's now all done on public property and any samy, ali and ah tan (get with the crowd ya'll) has access to our thoughts! BORING. But well, we can close one eye for the blogging bit, yeah :) and now, poor MTV's market has been spoiled by youtube, where even the uncool can be updated with the latest music videos and not to mention, get some 5 secs of fame, by posting some nasty stuff they try to pass off as 'art'. Even becoming a star is easy online. BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah, the internet age had caught up and many have fallen victim to this dreadful monster. Some without a choice, and others very readily submit themselves to it. I'm a fan of most things authentic.. i still very much rather watch TV, and catch TV series and big screen movies that i may have missed on DVD and stuff.. rather than download the movie/series and stay cooped up in my room watching it all day and night. Thats just me i guess.. I, unfortunately, have succumbed to other joys the net has to offer, which im sure will only lead to my detriment if its mentioned here. And no, i dont do porn, in case you were wondering. *blink blink* everything's done online now.. search for and apply for jobs online, book your holiday online, shop online, date online, blah blah. Soon laptops are gonna be attached to our hips and we're just gonna sit in one place and everything's gonna happen online. we're gonna become like tamagotchis :( 'cept we're feeding ourselves.. ONLINE. infact i think it'd be more appropriate then to say that we're attached to the laptop's hip rather than they on ours, and they control our movement instead. *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, a lil far fetched i know.. but i dread the changes that're coming our way. I already can't seem to handle the basic few.. Oh well, if you cant beat em' join 'em right? Except i think i'm gonna remain an ulu mamulu for as long as i possibly can =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, i'm tired after my nonsensical blabbering. I actually wanted to just post a website that EVERYONE should check out (if you havent already, i'm a lil slow with these things. i usually find out last, heh). but then i came online, and i had the claim your blog thing and then yeahhh.. i had to vent, and you had to read all that gibberish.. :) SO your reward for staying thus far is this amazing video. Go click on the link now, its crazy!!! Oh the joys of the internet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;" title="blocked::http://www.battleatkruger.org/" href="http://www.battleatkruger.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;http://www.battleatkruger.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-537526761099357356?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/537526761099357356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=537526761099357356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/537526761099357356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/537526761099357356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/05/skeeeeeeeeep.html' title='skeeeeeeeeep'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-6451095072687357577</id><published>2008-05-08T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:23:37.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mi goddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is only the funniest thing that has happened to me.. EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;While i'm sprawled out comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in a Nora Roberts MOVIE.. the phone rings.. Annoyed to be disturbed, i pick up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Hello. (semi rudely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;More annoyed than me lady: Hello can i speak to someone more superior please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (why does everyone think i'm the maid, even on the phoneeeeee) (but i'm annoyed with the way she calls MY house and DEMANDS for someone superior) There's no one home, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: No one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: Mdm Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (righttttttt, now that narrows it down to a million possiblities, coz that is SUCH a unique name) from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: Ang Mo Kio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (ok, this chick is sooo weird. Ang Mo Kio, really!) And what is this regarding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: Water Supply. Cutting off water supply. Is there anyone more superioir i can speak to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Well, my dad's not home right now. I'm his daughter, is that good enough for you? (Bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: I don't know, are you able to make decisions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Decisions? regarding what? cutting off our watersupply?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Well we're not planning to cut off our water supply. (is my family going through some major financial crisis and i'm completely oblivious to it??) But in any case, my dad'll be home around 3-4pm if you wanna call back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: I'm sorry i can't wait till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: *barely able to control my annoyance* Well like i said, we're not planning to cut off our water supply!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady cuts in: Actually its electricity supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (ready to scream) yeah, we're not planning to cut that either. Did my dad call you regarding this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady (pretty worked up by now) : Yesterday i call, then they say the deadline is today. Then it's very important, how long am i to wait. Do you want me to live in candle light? I... (She's going on about god knows what in her lil housewife accent of hers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: OK, wait a sec.... Cutting off YOUR electricity supply... Who did you think this is? Who were you trying to call??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: Hello, is this SP services??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lady: rude bi*ch just hangs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sigh, why oh why did she not ask the question she did finally, RIGHT IN THE BEGINNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I call Shawn and we have a good laugh about it. Then i decide to call my dad and let him in on the fun as well. Check this out ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad: Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Appa, are you driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad: ( in his Kan Chiong tone) No, i'm in the supermarket. Why? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: No, i've got a funny story to tell you. This lady called and she asked for someone superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad: (cuts in) wrong number la. just tell her wrong number. finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: WHAT!? how did you know from jus that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad: Obviously, she asks for someone superior. So she thinks she called an office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (a lil embarrassed that mr dad figured it all out from the first line) Yeah so anyway, she... (tells him like the main gist of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad: (not too amused) You're like a frog living under shelter la. OK i'll see you at home. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-6451095072687357577?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6451095072687357577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6451095072687357577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6451095072687357577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6451095072687357577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-mi-goddddd.html' title='Oh mi goddddd'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8314532214534779872</id><published>2008-05-05T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:27:22.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickened chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;My tag board is becoming somewhat of a battlefield.. but it is the only thing alive on my blog, truly. i havent been to my own blog in ages, although im APPARENTLY free, a proud owner of a new guess bag (which is supposed to spur me on to blog, how?) and a shit cleaner, heh. Haha, well all of the above is kinda true, but for some reason i havent found any time to come online to blog or upload the pics.. Both take wayyy too much energy and i have very little of the big E word, of late. i come online, check my mail, do some research for my Docent's retreat and vamooze. The net bores me.. haha, yeah i feel the killer stares of all you cyberjunkies who live on your online movies and god knows what else. Well, ive never been much of a screen person, be it the TV or a computer. But well, a woman's gotta do what the other women want her to do.. so here i am.. blogging ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;Haha, oh my godd.. i need a JOB! ok, the one i currently hold, is perfect until i decide to step out of my house into the real world. Coz it pays pittance, and i cant afford jacksh*t with it. :( so thanks to my reality CHEQUE, ive decided that it's time i got my act together. I've applied for 2 positions now, and i'm gonna keep my fingers crossed. I don't mind either, although the first would be more of a dream come true. But it sucks that i don't have the relevant degree for anything that i would be remotely interested in. And it sucks even more, knowing how much easier it would be to get a job in my previous field, and how much more i might be able to bring home. But, i'm not gonna succumb to the evil ways of moolah anymore! From now on, a decent paying job which will promote my positivity rather than make me come up with ingenious ways of killing myself, will suffice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;Haha, i realised that my last post was a day before my relief teaching, where i was freaking out big time! Well, everyone has heard how that went, so i'm not gonna bother blogging about it. =) Lets just say that teaching is officially out of the choice of possible careers. Children are definitely not God's gift. They're monster incarnates, period. *shudders* Oh, the gangsterness of mere 9 year olds... seriously, what world are we living in now? It's probably a reflection of the family upbringing, but the parents are not ALWAYS to blame, are they? Hmmmm.. It aint no easy task, being a parent. Children... Keep them on a tight chain and they'll pull harder to break loose. Give them their freedom, and a ruckus they're bound to create. Striking that healthy balance is never easy, its a wonder some of us turned out alright, hey. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;Anyhoo, been up to a lot since i last blogged, with Ragi's blog having the most comprehensive list of things we've done thus far! So i guess there really is no point in me going on about it here, too. haha, talk about taking the easy way out. Well, the only thing i havent read about is dinner at my place on Sat night. So i'll cover that la :) Haha, we had big plans for that dinner i tell you. Was pot luck, so ragi n siva came with chips and assorted balls (haha). Sho came with home made wraps and baked tomatoes, that girl is one new age cook i tell you, keeping up with the times and all ;) . I provided (obvious choice of word here) mee goreng and samosas! Prawnboy came with... surprise surprise... prawns! haha, his mom makes the best prawns laaaaa *drools* And bhav brought her entertainment hat, to keep us amused all night long! So we stuffed our faces, till i literally fell sick (thats a story for later) and started our usual round of games. We played "Guess the celebrity" and though it was a rather silly game, we actully had fun! Says alot about our standard of fun these days huh. haha, then everyone (but me) got into the drinking mood and shawn had bought the perfect game for that, the night before- Shooters and ladders. Well it's pretty much like the original old fashioned snakes and ladders, except instead of jus moving up and down aimlessly on the board, 'single and double and pick a friend' shots are thrown in to get the players a lil tipsy! We created our own concoction of vodka pear, orange squash and rose syrup.. and the reveiw was it tasted pretty decent. Too decent, unfortunately, coz everyone survived the game unscathed. So much for the perfect game to get everyone high. The game got a lil stale after a while, and so out came the cards and everyone agreed on tai ti. I was feeling pretty out of it from a while before, so i was either stoning, or keeping myself busy to stay awake. All in all, was a nice chill out night which would have been nicer, had i felt better, but a great way to spend a sat night nonetheless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;Yeah, next day i suffered heaps.. threw up like a sick chicken twice in the morning.. lay in bed all day suffering from the worst stomach pains and visited the toilet ever so often. Finally i had no choice but to go to a 24 hour clinic at 10pm at night.. Thank god, shawn was sweet enough to bring me there and back.. Much love prawnboy! *muacks* the doc gave me a jab ( WHICH HURT WAY MORE THAN THEY WARNED ME *pouts angrily*) and shitloads of medicine which i'm dutifully taking till today.. Stomach flu it seems.. i felt so much better after the doc's visit (and the jab, but whatever) and i was actually able to sleep without groaning in pain or running to the toilet every 5 mins.. i still haven't regained my appetite, so ive been living on plain bread and jam since Sunday.. Lets hope that i can at least shed some of those extra pounds that i welcomed with open arms over the past few weeks. Sigh, for some reason they don't go as easily as they come. Bas*ards. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;Anyhoo, I've placed myself under voluntary house arrest, but my SCV ain't working. Must be retribution from the TV gods, since i claim not to be a fan, heh. Oh well, i'm pretty satisfied watching friends and desperate housewifes.. thank god the DVD player didnt decide to take a hike as well! Speaking of friends.. whats your all time fav episode? I've decided that my favourite is the one where Joey tells Rachel how he feels about her in season 8.. Sigh, i LOVE that episode.. maybe its coz i just watched it yesterday, after ages, but i dont ever remember fallin in love with an episode the way i did with that.. So beauty la, so beauty.. haha, who says it like that ah? hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;Aight, i'm off for some dvd action. Everyone, take care and rest well! and if i have to drink more water, so do youuuuuuuuuuuuuu! =) love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"  &gt;&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/423730115063859696-8314532214534779872?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8314532214534779872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8314532214534779872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8314532214534779872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8314532214534779872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/05/sickened-chicken.html' title='sickened chicken'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-5354027003551539075</id><published>2008-04-10T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:28:05.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungryyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i eeeeeeees hungry and i have the funniest news in the world. I just got a phonecall a while ago from a very nice gentleman from a certain primary school, which i shall not mention incase i mess up and it becomes some serious thing :( Anyway, the dude asked me to relief teach some primary two class tomorrow for about 3 hours.. Yay, right. Yeah but wait till you hear what it is i have to 'teach'. PE AND TAMIL! I know... sigh, ok so PE i guess is handle'able, although i'll be one of those bimbotic teachers, who'll sit in the shade while my class basks in the sun. But tamil la, wah lau. how? :( I'm just going to speak in English, coz if i speak any word of tamil, i'm pretty sure i'll be the class clown instead. Arrgghhhhh. I'm a wee bit excited, but more frigging worried i'm gonna screw up. Why couldnt they give me normal subjects, for the virgin relief loser! ah well, wish me luck!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a very fruitful day, i'm most proud of my usually lazy self! I woke up early enough, (though i shant mention what time exactly) and i started spring cleaning my room. I bought this portable drawer thingie from IKEA like a year ago, so i sat down and with all my non-engineering skills, put it together! I had to take it apart like a couple of times coz the DAMN INSTRUCTIONS DIDNT SPECIFY SOME VITAL INFO! Oh well, i did it in the end :) was a proud moment :) And thennnnnnnnnnn, i cleaned out my dressing table, got rid of all the rubbish that i displayed more than used and sorted my jewellery and rearranged stuff and i'm liking my room even more now! *another proud moment* Now i sit, on my new indianish chair, with a vanilla scented candle burning for some lomantic effect, to blog, coz i'm waiting for the prawn to pick me up after workkkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhh, and i went to the gym today and also did most of my zoo work. *many proud moments!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aight, i'm off to chill with some yummy dinner and a DVD thats actually due today. Haha, oh well, a dollar won't hurt i guess! I'll just steal it from Daddy! *shhhhhhhhhhhhh* Byeeeeeeee everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-5354027003551539075?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5354027003551539075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5354027003551539075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5354027003551539075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5354027003551539075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/04/hungryyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='hungryyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2644631562847748645</id><published>2008-04-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:51:56.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned as i write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;i'm actually quite stoned.. but for some reason i don't feel like sleeping, just yet. I'm used to falling asleep on the phone but babyboy starts work tomorrow so i'm gonna have to get used to this. haha! Speaking of which, wahhhhh uncle's job is verryyy glamourous! OK after my previous job from hell ( when i was an auditANT - courtesy of a certain someone ;) private joke guyssss haha. ) every other non finance job goes down on my wowww list. But Shawn's media corp job, with the high and mighty sounding title and extremely perky perks, really is a damn good deal! yayyyy three cheers for prawn!! He's finally gotten the break he deserves! He's gonna join 'em and impress them and rise to the top and guess what i'm gonna be doing? sitting at home and shaking legs being a tai tai. :D haha ok ok, so i was told it was ok to dream sometimes.. AND JOKE! *mumbles under breath* just to clarify, the boy IS gonna rise to the top, i was only joking about the shaking legs bit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Anywaysssssss. I'm still jobless (my petshop job doesnt count for anything according to the parents, hmmph) which means i'm also penniless. bleaugh. It sucks having to watch my spending this much.. I havent shopped in ages, which is ok coz i dont' go out much and i have tons of clothes i still havent worn and i'm actually tired even thinking of the whole shopping process. :) we really have a convert, don't we. Plus, with no pun intended, being even more plus sized than i used to be, shopping would be a tad bit more depressing than it already is. :( I'm so free i know, and although i have more time these days to go to the gym, i seem to find more time to enjoy yummy food instead. tsk, i'm sucha retard la. Its ok, i've scared myself into returning to the freak gym lifestyle i used to live once (although it does more for my mind than body, sigh) so i hope i stick to it! And i really have to learn to say no to all the grease in the world. why does good food have to come with so much baggage, literally. ARRGGHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Sho's bday just passed. My new found policy in life, is to settle bday presents on the bday itself! and so far, i've stuck to my word! *big grin* Sho's bday was celebrated in PS cafe (go read ragi's blog for the lowdown on the place, prices and all ;) ) and we got her a warehouse bag which she had been eyeing. It was a nice dinner, complete with gorgeous ambience and all, and im glad we tried something different rather than the traditional TCC or sticking to familiar territories like the quays. Although Dempsey is like a maze, which we circled like a million times before standing right infront of PS cafe still wondering where the damn place was, it's so neatly tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Orchard road- which makes it so centralised yet exclusive. And some of the eateries in there look like they're fit to serve the king, which simply means that i've gotta try it.. someday. :) Nice place, and to think my father thought Dempsey only consisted of Samy's curry and Long Beach Seafood restraunt. Sigh, these old men and their cluelessness. Tsk. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Ahhh i feel the tiredness kicking in.. Went to work today, so i'm allowed to be mention that i'm tired. These days, when the world is aware of your lack of employment, the dirty stares that come your way when you even breathe a word of being anything but a bundle of energy, is enough to make me think more than twice before i say anything to that effect. But since i went to work today, i'm ALLOWED! Hah, tomorrow is a whole different story though, thank god. I'm gonna aim to do some zoo stuff in the morning, gym in the afternoon and hopefully meet the Mediacorp star when he's done with his first day of work! Yay,sounds good! night everyone!&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/423730115063859696-2644631562847748645?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2644631562847748645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2644631562847748645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2644631562847748645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2644631562847748645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/04/stoned-as-i-write.html' title='Stoned as i write'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7787617135541824726</id><published>2008-03-24T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:53:35.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More puppies galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i keep going on about my puppies but if i don't get tired seeing them everyday, you better not complain about reading about them this often! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seem to be working more often these days which only means i have more stories to share. Haha they really are a joy to be around, and i really got what i wished for- a job i look forward to going for each day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On sunday, one of the bosses (the shop is owned by two tai tai sisters by the way) brought her 5 year old brat of a niece to the petshop. She entered and exclaimed in this unnaturally high pitched screechy voice "Surprise, mummy, i'm hereee". Ok, at this point i had no idea she was the devil's incarnate so i smiled, thinking to myself oh a manjan kid who speaks proper english. Cute. :) Then the mom said "I heard you've been eating rubbish today.. Ah, Ice Kachang all.. How you going to slim down like that?" Sigh, i felt sorry for the kid at that point, i mean she's 5 for Chrissake. The one time in her life she shouldnt be ridiculed for being a lil overweight. Tsk. Anyhoo my pity for the little one was short lived. While i was at the back area tending to the pups, she grabbed one- THE TINIEST ONE MIND YOU, and carried it out to the front. Ok when i say small, imagine the size of your palm.. its a mini shitzu so its full grown size will only be as big as a sheet of paper. So as a puppy, its freakishly small. I didnt really start worrying as yet cos she had brought the pup where her mom could see her. But then she decided to play 'masa masa' with the lil one. She's probably seen her mom grooming dogs, so she went to the grooming room. At this point i'm the only one who can see what she's up to. Unfortunately the scissors and brush were out, which she happily started using as though we had left it out for her! I stopped myself from saying anything, coz she came across one of those "Mommyyy this indian thing just told me i couldnt do what i wanna do" and start wailing or something. But when she started using the scissors to do i dunno what, i just went straight to her and said "ummm, its a lil small, so lets not do that ok." and i took everything out of sight. She gave me the dirtiest look a 5 year old could muster, and stormed back out to the front. She continued her 'lets kill this puppy today' acts outside.. right under her mom's nose. She put it on this doggy bed, squeezed a pillow right next to it, shoved bones in its face, shoved its whole face into water to force it to drink, tried to read it a story but ended up smashing the book over the puppy instead and yeah thats pretty much when i decided enough was enough. I just went and grabbed the puppy and said " i think its the puppy's bed time now, enough ok". I smiled, to make it better, but trust me at that point i wanted nothing more than to do unto her what she had just put the puppy through. But in my quest to save the furball i nearly killed another, heh. As i was moving away to bring the puppy far away from its potential murderer, i stepped on the cat. :( Plus i didnt realise till like 2 secs later. The cat shrieked, but there was so much going on i didnt quite hear her till i felt something soft under my legs :( Yeah all 100 kg of me, on poor lil Ginger. Thank God, that cat doesnt hold grudges, she just leapt away and nursed her stepped on legs and didnt really come back for revenge, phew. The kid just looked at me while i brought the pup away and told her mom "But mommy the cage isn't comfortable, this bed isss". Thank god her mom just told her to shut up. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well, that was the first and hopefully the last time that thing sets foot into the shop when i'm working. *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, as i was crossing the road to the shop, i noticed more activity than usual behind the glass doors. Haha, one of the jack russel puppies had escaped from its cage most probably during the night, and had made its way to the front. My boss hadn't arrived yet, so i watched the drama from the outside. The lil rascal was terrorising the cat who finally made its way to the highest possible place, still keeping a keen eye on the tiny terror. It then, pulled down a doggy bed and tried to rip it apart, stole a soft toy and put the toy through the test of its sharp teeth, brought down a bottle of "Get rid of urine odour" and pushed it around for a bit and peed on another doggy house which was already down on the floor- prob an accomplishment from a while ago. Sigh, i watched it create one mess after another, and guess who had to suffer the consequence once the shop was opened. Haha, but for some reason it was worth every bit. There's nothing more entertaining than watching a puppy enjoy its feedom. :) Here just for your veiwing pleasure, i decided to upload the video so you could see exactly what i was going on about. I didnt get the terrorising part on video unfortunately but i got the peeing and bottle bit! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5dd2d4f212c4ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b5dd2d4f212c4ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331244914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E2F3A959F994326A9D8A4F0EBC564BB325580AC.4B96A9283A520A1E36F0E4410A654FE6240D53C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5dd2d4f212c4ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnaDv-Yd_EF8Fpmib8HIJqMLeRi8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b5dd2d4f212c4ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331244914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E2F3A959F994326A9D8A4F0EBC564BB325580AC.4B96A9283A520A1E36F0E4410A654FE6240D53C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5dd2d4f212c4ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnaDv-Yd_EF8Fpmib8HIJqMLeRi8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7787617135541824726?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b5dd2d4f212c4ca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7787617135541824726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7787617135541824726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7787617135541824726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7787617135541824726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-puppies-galore.html' title='More puppies galore'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-9209480802437335640</id><published>2008-03-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:04:35.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puppies galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh my.. i'm so tired.. came back from my glam petshop job a while ago but i'm still suffering from the after effects of bending over too much. no naughty thoughts guys, don't forget the person you're thinking about :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SO anyway.. its been a great job so far, albeit a lil maid'ish. Its the puppies that make any amount of torture, both to my limbs and ego, worth every single bit. Its no easy task mind you.. The first thing in the morning, i have a few Mas Selamat cases, and trust me the mess the escapees create would make even the dirtiest dog shudder. The cleaning up in the morning right up till about 2 plus is prolly the busiest part of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Bathing the puppies is my personal favourite! It's soooo fun and Miss Shoba can actually vouch for that! She came to browse around at the shop the other day and the owner actually let her bathe the gorgeous cocker spaniel and chihuahua with me! The chihuahua is as tiny as my palm so it giving it a bath was like washing my hands. But the cocker spaniel decided to do some baywatch runs up and down and around the sink so thank god i had sho's help with that cutie! Frigging adorable la.. aiyoooo and the golden retriever pups are so so so so so lovable! I swear all i need is a hug from one of them and my day'll be (ironically) purrfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;haha speaking of purr, there's a lone cat in the shop, Ginger they call her, and she's the most attention seeking cat i've ever seen. She preys on laps, and the minute she sees one, she claims it as her own. Haha, as long as someone sits down, she'll take that as an invitation, like it or not. Once she's comfortably perched, you gotta stroke her till she's satisfied else, she'll not so gently claw you to remind you she's right there... waiting. Haha, damn cute la... I look forward to my afternoon laptime :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And then there's the rowdy golden retriever, Disel, bounding around. He's a free ranger and his aim in life is to piss and shit anywhere once i've JUST cleaned it. He's a year old and as playful as can be, so he too will demand your attention every once in a while. He also keeps me attached to my mop, since he decides to release his B's every 2 secs. :) But also very very lovable. There's never a boring moment at work these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ive got so much more to go on about my petshop but anymore and i'll be leaving none to your imagination. So this shall be it for today. And all you non-animal lovers... CONVERT! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-9209480802437335640?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/9209480802437335640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=9209480802437335640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/9209480802437335640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/9209480802437335640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/03/puppies-galore.html' title='puppies galore'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8631716985597475441</id><published>2008-03-08T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:43:17.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To blink..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To blink and realise a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;only the sweet dream has become but reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so the cynic in me has been quelled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;envisaging a happy ending, for this story called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All i knew was denial in the name of fun, exploration in pursuit of happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cliques to distract, yet closed doors naively opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thus gratitude i have for thee, shedding light onto my mind's darkest paths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for you made me see the blatant truth and helped me out of my rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mistakes we've made aplenty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raised voices and spiteful words, we're no stranger to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But with a warm hug, better yet a tender kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweet everythings and apologetic smiles, we're eager to abide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dodging the bullets of soceity, riding on the rough terrain of adulthood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;leaving stability in search of true satisfaction, facing the terror of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like my guiding shepherd, you steer me- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from threats to challenges, from fear to a glimpse of hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from despairity to sheer determination, the yearning to see my passionate ways through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know, not what i have, but what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know, not what will come, but what must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know, not who i am, but with you i'll be..the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8631716985597475441?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8631716985597475441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8631716985597475441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8631716985597475441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8631716985597475441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-blink.html' title='To blink..'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-6402738396385386663</id><published>2008-02-25T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:38:57.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth about dogs and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;wassuppp! been a while i know, but hey i havent been all that free, despite my current lady of leisure status!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my petshop job has been every bit as doggyful as i imagined and wanted it to be! its a far cry from my prior office job, what with the per hour earning and all ;), but i remember wishing for a job that entails me to do physical stuff rather than just dealing with oh so exciting numbers and staring into a damn screen. So other than the money factor, it really is so much more self satisfying! i'm pretty much the puppies care-taker. I start by cleaning up the HUGE mess the TINY ones manage to make, while left unattended overnight. Some of them manage to squeeze themselves out of their cages, so you have a whole welcome committee greeting you with their excited yapping, at your feet.  The floors will be stained with all sorts of waste matter and yeah the smell is truly 'unforgettable'. Trust me, i still get whiffs of the smell every now and then, even when i'm in the comfort of my own home. So after mopping the mess up, i move the puppies from the inside area to the display area. Thats part of my cuddling time, and i make full use of the short journey :) Once the pups have been moved, i have to clean the cages that were used to hold them, the night before. sigh, i'll leave that 'shit-filled' job to your imagination. There are like tons of cages to clean, so that takes up pretty much the whole morning till early afternoon. Once the cleaning is done, i'm free to bond with the pups and bathe some of 'em and pretty much spend some quality doggy time with duh, the dogs. When new puppies come in, i also help to ferry them to thier new cages! I swear some of them are as tiny as my palm! frigging adorable- and that isnt even doing it much justice. sigh, you've gotta see it to believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its very coolie'fied, and i bet all those who know me think i aint capable of dirtying my fingers, i realised that i don't have an issue when it comes to animals. I'm glad my love for 'em doesnt just stop at being able to love them only when they are all pretty and clean.  i'm thrilled that i landed this job cos its really a good starting point for me since i plan to be in this industry henceforth. Its a part time job, which is good coz i need the day after, to recover from all the aches and pains gifted by my manual labour ;) haha i'm just starting, so all you judgemental kind, cut me some slack won't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than that i've busy with dance and prawn time and just other random activities. I'm quite happy with the way life is unfolding itself, although i did seem a lil depressed in my last post. Nothing has been settled, with reagrds to that issue, but for some reason i'm quite ok living in denial, heh. And when it does come up, i don't think i'm gonne be quite as scared as i used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my lifelong motto of 'going with the flow' comes into play now. Lets just see how it goes yeah? :) Gottta head to the gym with my dad now, he's my regular gym partner. :) plus i get a discount when i go with a senior citizen, so he's more than just transport there! haha, i'm kidding! My dad's the cutest la, you all know that! Aight, i'm off to try to burn off that ice cream tub i finished yesterday! :) muacks, good day y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-6402738396385386663?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6402738396385386663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6402738396385386663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6402738396385386663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6402738396385386663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-about-dogs-and-me.html' title='the truth about dogs and me'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1709946736224858682</id><published>2008-02-08T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:36:10.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine through the rain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ok so im not in the best of moods, especially not to blog, but i figured i should keep myself busy before i go insane. I WAS pmsing, till today, without realising. Thus the major influx of emotions, during the past few days. The more than usual snappish bitchy comments, which is very malini-like i guess, but at least i can blame it on pms this time around. The leaky eyes for small matters that just seem to explode in my head. The grumpiness and yeah everything "not so good la". Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And yesterday, after already feeling like crap i had to hear more news that brought me to whole new level of crappiness. I'm pretty sure the PMSing had a big part to play in the way i took to the news, but its pretty much something i've been worrying about for as long as i can remember. So to find out that its happened the way it has, was all very depressing. I hope, though, that it might actually be a good thing and that things will go uphill from here. Oh well, one step at a time and though i'm and will be a wreck of nerves when i have to actually face it, i'm just going to have to be as strong as i can and stand up for what/who i believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sorry that babbling was just meant to get the yuckiness out of my system, doubt anyone has any clue 'cept for 2 of you. But for the rest, do wish me luck nonetheless. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Moving along now.. I'M GONNA BE AN AUNT! hahaha kinda found out in December but don't ask why i just cared to mention it. The tiny one is due in August and i absolutely cant wait!!! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've got high tea with the family later at equinox... Not realllllllllllly looking forward to it but oh well, i think i've been MIA long enough where the family's concerned. bleaughhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ohhhh, one more bit of exciting news... ragi, shawn and i wanted to check out the petshops opposite ragi's house coz they're reputed to have the cutest puppies.. and coz we were in the area, heh. Unfortunately the world stops during CNY, so we didnt really get to see any. BUT BUT BUT, one of them's hiring!!!!!!!!!! Its some walk- in equiry thingie so i'm gonna have to go back one of these days when its open and hopefully i get it!!!!! it'll be like some dream come true. haha so i have weird dreams, and my qualifications can be thrown out the window, but ive been going on about how i want some part time job at a petshop, so this is really like a major treat! if i get the job that is.... *crossing fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhh... I hateeeee sweeping statements and i've been a 'victim' of many such lines recently. Ok fine, so we don't always mean what we say and the mouth does have a mind of its own sometimes, but it really does hurt.               especially when i am not what you make me out to be sometimes. Sigh, ok i'm not gonna go on about this here, since it is public property and i feel as though I'M trespassing. I've already mentioned weird haven't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ok think happy thingssssssssssss. Arrgghh a lil hard with the cramping and the NOT ANSWERING of phones, but i shall persevere. with thinking happy that is. Speaking of happy, do not watch "The assassination of Jesse James" even if you have 8 bucks to spare and absolutely no movie to watch. Shawn and Sho actually thought the movie was good, but thats exactly why i don't get them sometimes. If you want a NORMAL person's review... take mine. :) The only reason why i agreed to watching it was coz of Brad Pitt and even he couldnt save the movie. It was slowwwwwwwwwwwwww and dragggyyyyyyyyyyyyy and boringgggggg and a waste of time and money!! i sleep through even the best of movies, so don't even bother wondering what i caught up on, while brad pitt was getting assassinated for 3 long hours. *yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sob.. :( i'm still sad, and i want this feeling to pass.. but being here isnt gonna help, so i'm gonna do something real about it la. Tata, have a good weekend everyone. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-1709946736224858682?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1709946736224858682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1709946736224858682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1709946736224858682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1709946736224858682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunshine-through-rain.html' title='sunshine through the rain?'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-6210226901043219466</id><published>2008-01-31T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:14:57.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;its raining cats and dogs now, complete with the whole works.. thunder, lighting and my terrified big furry animal trying to squeeze into the darkest of corners, and did i mention smallest, possible.. just went to check on the other furry fella, who's trembling in fear as well.. so i moved the poor rabbit into the house, and hopefully that makes it feel a lil more 'protected'.. My dog, on the other hand has left my room to venture other cozier corners. Crazy animal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyways, its the first day of Feb. how fast time flies.. Much has happened since i last blogged. The kiddies, i go on so much about, came down to Singapore. Ragi, Bhav and myself followed them to Night Safari and then back to the place they were putting up at. We were thoroughly entertained the entire time we spent with them and i swear kids really say the darnest things la. I wish i'd recorded every single funny moment, coz my memory seems to fail me now as i intend to quote them! Oh well! Anyways after it was past the kid's bedtime, Bhav, Urmi (the kids' mom), Janna, Giri and myself met at the 24 hour Swensens in town. The lethal combi- Janna and Giri- left us in peals of laughter 3/4 of the time. They really are a funny pair la. I miss those days, where we all used to hang out in Ngee Ann. By all i mean like about 10 of us.. making fun of each other (of coz i'd be the butt of the joke most of the time la, but was fun nonetheless), creating a racket in the atrium, playing pranks on the randomest of strangers- sometimes a chick, one of the guys in the group had their eye on, competing to see who could scream my name or whistle the loudest.. haha all sorts of nonsense la! i truly miss.. :( i even miss the long bus rides home.. i miss everything about my poly days la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyways.. enough reminiscing.. Its not like i can go back in time, can i.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Had a hotel stayover at Raffles the Plaza, now known as Fairmont, over the weekend. The room was the bomb!!! it had a larger than life bed, a whole 'living area' and ample space to do some cartwheels or whatever u pleased! It was my mom's treat for us, those who took part in Abhaya! :) We had some Absolute pear and wine in the room and then made our way to Gotham, which was having a damn Bhangra night. Got tired of the constant 'armpit in the air' dance moves and headache causing beats, so we headed down to 2359 for a refreshing change in music. Was the first time i was clubbing with the younger dance chicas, and i must say they're a fun bunch! Should have seen their soulja boy dance moves all, cekappppppppppppppp man! ;) sigh, i feel old. wait a sec, i AM old. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Went to Bintan from Monday to Thursday. Bintan was, as expected, heaven on earth. It was kinda like a 'business' trip, and i shall leave it as that. But Bintan never fails to leave me awestruck. Picked up a new 'sport'- boogie boarding and Shawn and I had the best time- chasing, fighting, riding and being one with the waves.. If only we'd discovered the board earlier!We enjoyed the traditional cold beer on the beach, at sunset and even at noon, desperately trying to wash down the heat with the afternoon sun mercilessly beating down on us. We experienced the beautiful pool at Nirwana gardens, and treated ourselves to a cocktail each, at the pool bar, while still half submerged in the water. We realised, faced and even overcame some of our fears. One of my many fears for example, was worrying that some creature in the water would somehow get me. So i would nervously scan the water for jelly fish or other scary fellows and everytime a wave hit and the water became cloudy, i'd run back to the shore screaming! Well that fear has now diminished! Well, sort of :) We got an awesome deal, $55 a night at Nirwana beach club! a last minute grab- end of January thing apparently. So it was a super saver which totally didn't hinder our fun! Came back with a major tan, not something i'm completely ecstatic about, but i guess it couldnt be helped, what with the amount of time we spent under the blazing sun. All in all, a fabbbb trip and hopefully one that served its purpose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'd have posted pictures for all the exciting things i spoke about, but i havent gotten down to uploading the pics from my camera.. Maybe next time, aight! :) Till then, good day ya'll!!!!!!! Muacks! I'm off to snoozeland for a bit! Ah, the joys of being a bum! =)&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/423730115063859696-6210226901043219466?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6210226901043219466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6210226901043219466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6210226901043219466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6210226901043219466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/01/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8819209637988198669</id><published>2008-01-10T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:16:42.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Feels good to get back into my online diary habit.. I know i'll appreciate reading about the good times one day, when i've none left, heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well after my Africa trip, i went to KL for a wedding and also to see the kiddies! Darling nani and sakani who are still every bit as gorgeous as i remember! I had a blast hanging out with them, letting them climb over me literally and sleeping off with them next to me, waking up to one of them chattering in my ear about her favourtie TV programme and demanding that i wake up to see Mickey Mouse and his gang do some one, two step kinda dancing.. And now they even have a little addition, a tiny brother! He's also the cutest la, babysitting him was sooo fun! So yeah KL was good, catching up with the Perth gang, babies included and just sleeping every free moment away since i was still recovering from the exhausting African trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154106531785361250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4cQlUGWR2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/1LTMqhdoZoM/s400/n696661076_795371_7950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Then i came back and Xmas was a few days after. Well, Prawn and i, got those around us who mattered gifts, and it was fun giving it to them and seeing their expression! Haha we got some of them 'interesting' books and the "A book? But why?" expression was just classic! Oh well, the season of giving is always the best time of the year.. Its like everyone celebrates Christmas, no matter what race they might be. Sure, i don't mean everyone celebrates by going to Church and stuff but everyone gets into the Christmasy mood- which is all happy and festive! Love love love! We had a few Xmas parties, and chilling with the gang- playing pictionary, taboo and even some gambling was really entertaining. I've discovered that many have overtaken my "freak" status when it comes to playing games! Haha, i'm more subdued now, or so i think. But winning will always leave a sweet after taste, that i shan't deny ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And New Year's came soon after.. Well our new year's eve celebration was a lil messy but at least the count down was sane. We counted down with half of S'pore who were at Vivo City, while we watched them in the comfort of our room at Amara. The spirit was definitely in the air and i'm glad i shared it with the more important ones- minus Ragima who was working :( And so that was New Years eve. The rest of the night just got more and more chaotic and the end result was a disaster but well at least its a lesson learned.. or should i say earned. sigh.. Tis ok, made up for that by spending a nice quiet New year's day with my favourite boy! Muacks! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154108352851494770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4cSPUGWR3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/zm2AgyfIZw4/s400/n856390496_2065038_9972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And since then, i've been up to the same ol' things.. Minus clubbing of course. I hadnt clubbed in like 2+ months and i didnt even miss it all that much. But Shawn and i decided to have a quiet night at Gotham on Wednesday and that was fun, coz it was empty'ish and so it didnt really feel like a regular club. There was great music, just about the right amount of alcohol and no sweaty body in your face! Purrrfect :) Of course getting into the cab at 2plus was a BADDD idea coz my motion sickness played up and yeah, the rest is history la. Haha so my Thursday wasn't that great but oh well you win some you lose some. Plus my stay home Thursday felt good- made the parents happy and i havent done that in a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tis the weekend again, i'm not sure what plans are in store for us.. Hopefully a quiet weekend, which is kinda how the weekends go by these days.. Merry weekend everyone!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8819209637988198669?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8819209637988198669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8819209637988198669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8819209637988198669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8819209637988198669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-roll.html' title='on a roll'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4cQlUGWR2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/1LTMqhdoZoM/s72-c/n696661076_795371_7950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-2284967789179428754</id><published>2008-01-10T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:12:09.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, my, my. Its been ages hasn't it. Been meaning to blog for a while now, but i just seem to find a million other better things to do. During the days of employment, that seem lightyears ago now in retrospect, when i actually had a million other things to do, i found the time to blog conscientiously. Now... tsk. Disgraceful aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having the best days of my life. Just how i imagined bumming to be. I shan't go on too much, i don't really wanna make anyone jealous ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holiday to South Africa was amazing with a capital A! From the breath taking scenery to the once in a lifetime experiences with the wildest of animals, the whole trip had me shaking my head in awe from start to end. Imagine driving by a regular road in Capetown and seeing a looming mountain on your left, and a vast blue green ocean on your right- both at the same time. Rich in wildlife, culture and all things beautiful, South Africa is really a dream holiday destination. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153879078907299602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4ZBt0GWRxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6XaEviSbM-w/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Game reserves (safaris) were my absolute favourite, i got up close and personal with animals i never dreamt i'd see out of the zoo or discovery channel! 8 lioness, eyeing us in our open jeep, while they roamed the wild, walking right past us- i'd have reached out and given it a pat had my hands not been shivering with fear. A buffalo, with horns that looked every bit as strong and mean as the owner himself, looked at us menacingly before retreating into the thick bushes. Rhinos, grazing the grass so close, oblivous to our presence. One walked right past our jeep, i even managed a close up of its massive bum :) I fell in love with the lanky yet graceful giraffes- who adoringly peeked out of the tree they were eating out of, just to say hello to us curious onlookers. The wildebeest, also known as the gnu, wandered the safari in abundance together with the impalas, kudus and other members of the deer family- the lions' McDonald's as they're fondly referred to. And those were just to name a few. It was animal paradise, up close and dangerous, just how i like it. We stayed over at the safari for a night, and our room was literally in the wild. There was a little balcony and we realised in the morning that it overlooked the thick jungle that was beneath us. Of course we were given strict instructions to stay indoors at night, coz you never know what might greet you at the door otherwise, not that i'd have minded, but i didnt wanna take chances ;). Our morning ride started at 6am so i even caught sunrise- the one thing that is consistently stunning no matter which part of the world you might be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153879499814094626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4ZCGUGWRyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vb0yyOkXei4/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153880105404483378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4ZCpkGWRzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oG7AjkKSa0Q/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horse Riding- an activity i've loved ever since i can remember was also something i indulged in while in Africa. Riding in the middle of nowhere, but which felt like i was everywhere all at the same time; through the vineyard, crossing streams, venturing dangerous terrain- up and down slopes, looking up to see the clear blue sky cradled by the mountains. I was brought closer to nature than i'd bargained for, on horseback. What more could i ask for. I chanced upon the riding stable and as luck would have it there was a group setting out just about the time i came in. So just like that, i went off with a group of 4 others and a guide, all of us on our own horses. I'd consider myself an amateur, so i was a little nervous coz you never know when the horse might decide it was tired of you, and throw you off or something whacked like that. But all went well, my horse was the sweetest thing and we all had fun trotting, cantering and just soaking in as much of the beautiful atmosphere as we possible could. My idea of the perfect hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153892951651665730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4ZOVUGWR0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/mpJuIoByBv8/s400/n696661076_795210_5169.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other experiences of a lifetime include visiting a cheetah and lion ranch where i actually got to pat the cubs! Well the cubs were about 7 months old in both ranches, so they were already quite big but they were as docile as house cats. The cheetah purred away while i stroked her, and the lion cub sat silently while i looked into his eyes and patted his head. Truly every bit as amazing as it sounds. We also took a boat out to seal island- a huge rock about 15 mins from shore which housed about 500 seals! We watched them, as some basked in the sun while others showed off their latest stunts in the water. They were totally unbothered by us, although some looked like they were putting on a show just for our viewing pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153893943789111122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4ZPPEGWR1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/rIdxGjCXGtQ/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, South Africa was really really awesome and thats already playing it down. If i had my way, I'd make the whole country one of the wonders of the world- it truly is nature at its best. On a scale of 1 to 10, i'd give it a 100 for being the best holiday i'd ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-2284967789179428754?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2284967789179428754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2284967789179428754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2284967789179428754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2284967789179428754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-my-my.html' title='About time'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/R4ZBt0GWRxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6XaEviSbM-w/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-7982607081855003756</id><published>2007-11-27T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:33:46.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Havent blogged in ages.. Don't even feel like blogging now, but i'm waiting for my turn on scrabulous so i figured, why not do something a little more worthwhile than staring into thin air.. plus i might get some ideas from here for my next word on scrabble! =) trust me i need all the help i can get.. i'm losing more than i'd like to admit! My first few winnings left me with an extremely sweet after taste, so the bitterness of losing is definitely not going down very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh well, you win some, you lose some aye.. haha yes im a very sore loser as you can clearly see. I remember when  i was like 6 perhaps, my brother and I were playing snake and ladders. He cheated, and duh, i lost because of that. I was fuming mad, i started wailing and i snatched a huge plastic bag (the red ugly one that existed even in the medieval times) and was actually going to dump some clothes into the bag and run away. I'm serious! So what if my running away meant going to the neighbour's house which was like 2 doors down. The point is, i hated losing.. even when i was just a kid. haha, not much has changed since then.. Ask my friends, they'll tell you what an awesome person i am to play with, in games like pictionary and taboo =) hahahha! guys come on, we all need some friendly competition to spur us on, don't we :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So yes. My bumming days have begun. I'm officially unemployed and enjoying every second of it. I'm taking the time to catch up on movies, nursing my poor prawn back to good health, playing lots and lots of scrabble and of course getting the precious zzzzzzzzzs that i completely missed out on when i was a poor slave to you know where :) Its awesome and i've not regretted my rash move the slightest bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm going to South Africa in less than a week! I am so excited! I went for the briefing over the weekend and was told that we'll be visiting cheetah and lion ranches, among many other 'animally' things and we will actually be able to cuddle the cubs! sigh... such a dream come true.. And we'll be staying at the game reserve overnight, so maybe a wild animal might pay me a visit at night! Absolutely cant wait for the trip man.. The whole tour starts as soon as we step off the plane, so it really promises to be a mighty load of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*oh i god i just had a major stroke of luck and got a 72 pointer! woohooooo! for the clueless, i'm talkin about scrabble, heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok back to reality.. Sigh i'm sleepy even though i got like 8 hours of sleep... Something must be seriously wrong with me.. im gonna be making fried rice for my broken ribbed guinea pig in a bit! Haha well im tired of eating out and we're running out of options. plus trying my hand at some 'simple' dish will keep me entertained for a few hours and i'll be able to gloat about it for while :) although id very much like it if ya'll wished me luck. Of course i will be under the close supervision of my maid, but thats only in case i burn the kitchen down or something :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aight, for someone who hasnt blogged in a month, i think ive gone on enough... I'm tired of hearing myself, so i cant imagine the damage done unto you. haha yes a dramatic monkey i shall forever be. tata see ya'll sooon!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7982607081855003756?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7982607081855003756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7982607081855003756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7982607081855003756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7982607081855003756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/11/backkk.html' title='Backkk'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7237453770694324</id><published>2007-10-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:11:45.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and there you have it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;guysssss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;after all the constant rambling, i did it. i QUIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sigh, i handed in my resignation letter. Its final.. Well ive still got a month notice to serve but its in black and white now. I havent seen anyone from the management yet but i will have to very soon.. am dreading the whole counselling and the works but a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do right. like right now, ive gotta go back to my ceiling high pile of work. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7237453770694324?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7237453770694324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7237453770694324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7237453770694324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7237453770694324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-there-you-have-it.html' title='and there you have it.'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-9082931109261902340</id><published>2007-10-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:51:31.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs and byes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm bored stiff. But mind you i'm not complaining. In fact i'm enjoying it thoroughly. When people tell me they've got nothing to do at work and they're bored, i always tell them to ENJOY IT! Appreciate the free time for you'll miss their very existence when you're buried with work right up to your neck. One of the many valuable insights gained out of my 2 year working experience =) And also coz i'm gonna be a sad busy bee on Thursday onwards, i welcome boredom with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk around raffles place moments ago, just coz i could afford to :) and to grab a few buys in the name of fresh air, haha. I realised that if all goes according to plan, i won't be sashaying along these familiar streets much longer. I highly doubt i'll suffer any flashes of nostalgia if i miraculously do think back of these days, but i'm sure i'll miss it a teeny weeny bit. I really don't think i'll end up anywhere in the area again, but we shan't speak too soon, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis was a morning of many exaggerated sighs. Not even uttered by me, mind you. A million dollars for the soul who can guess the topic discussed in the morning, during the drive to work with the famous 'parentals'. Duh- my akan datang resignation. My dad, in his opinion casually but in mine definitely practiced, asked me what i plan to do once i've resigned". I swear i dread that question, or anything to do with this sensitive topic. Its only sensitive when its discussed with my parents, coz they think i'm giving up the one good thing going for me in my life. Although they never really said that in those words, they sure do insinuate it. I just mumbled that i wanted to have a go at teaching for a bit, hoping that my mumbling would be taken as a hint that i'd much rather be sniffing people's grosspits in a crowded train than be in the car at that very moment. But i knew that i'd have to keep them in the know, sooner or later and i figured i'd be less of a coward for once. So yeah i just said, look i don't know what i wanna do but i'll prob relief teach. My mom started on how she's gonna be retiring next year, and i cant be depending on them for an allowance and my dad, like the broken record that he is, reminded me how he's also a retiree (like he even lets me forget it in the first place, there really is no need for a REMINDER). And then there were many sighs.. i really felt so.. useless. I felt like, they wished they had a more responsible daughter, who was out there making millions so she could support her aging parents who'd never have to worry about money when they stopped making it for themselves. Sigh.. I got upset, i even felt guilty. But it lasted for a grand total of a second. And i lashed out "Is that all that matters? Doesn't my happiness matter? I hate it here, and i'm not happy, not even for a second. Why cant i for once make me happy." My outburst was only met by more sighs. And my mom just said she hopes i know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, do i? All this while, i've been doing what they wanted. Hello, i ended up doing accounting for God's sake. My parents are both accountants. Go figure. It was the very epitome of a well made individual, and they, as all parents do, wanted their children to fit THAT bill. And so i ended up where i did, today. Its a good place to be, sure, if you're into numbers and that shit. I should've realised along the way (while studying i mean) that digits would be the death of me eventually but i thought i was stronger than that. Yeah the whole "what doesnt kill you will make you stronger" bullshit.. don't buy that. Its a farce. utter crap. I like to believe that what doesnt kill you.. will go right around and hit you squarely in the head again till you give in to it. So yeah right now its become a life or death situation in my very dramatized head. Blah blah blah.. i keep going on about this don't i. Only cos, i dont have the complete support of the two individuals who made their world mine. Now as i try to step out into my own realm, i need to fight off the strong hold they have on me. Its jus that i wish i didnt have to fight it.. i wish it would follow me. I wish they would. I just wish they understood. Maybe they do, maybe i'm being a little too harsh, a little too assuming. But I'll never really know will i? Coz all i hear are.. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-9082931109261902340?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/9082931109261902340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=9082931109261902340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/9082931109261902340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/9082931109261902340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/sighs-and-byes.html' title='Sighs and byes'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2866030517992772926</id><published>2007-10-14T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:29:36.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hide out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;heleuu everyone. Its Monday! I've beaten the blues outta the Monday so i'm feeling pretty alright :) I ran away from you know where and i now come to you live from cafe cartel at cityhall. heh. I just gorged myself with the yummiest garlic bread in da world and i have a sexy pina colada for company as i spend some quality time with myself! :) I love afternoons like this, where i can just chillax somewhere and while away the most difficult time of the day.. Once im done blogging i'm gonna read my book! so exciting! :) haha see what little it takes to excite auditors. Sigh, thus i repeat for the millionth time, this SO not the profession for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok enough re-visiting stale topics, i'll move along noww.. The weekend went by too quickly for comfort. I had a short friday coz i did my usual run-away routine. Tried to watch Robots at night but curling up on Prawn's lap was way more appealing. I played good daughter on Saturday and went to help my mom out at the Laavanya sari sale. To think i turned down the offer of becoming the owner of a gorgeous green sari. haha i'm quite done with my sari collection. I have a trillion in the cupboard and another million new ones for which i have to sew the blouses. haha read my trillion as 50 and million as 5, unless you already know, by now, just how much to discount my initial figures by. I hardly ever wear my gorgeous saris anymore so i really don't think i wanna waste my mom's money like that. Contrary to popular belief, i DO have a conscience and a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Went to Thomson Plaza for a bit after that, and now i cant wait to watch Shutter, Happy Feet and Whale Rider. I just need to find the time, sigh. Went to Kaart's birthday after that at her house and got to spend some quiet time with the girlies! Ragi and i went to Rouge with Shawn after that and we had a good time drooling at the Gay dancer. He was AMAZING!! He had better moves that Ciara, i kid not! haha ok ok so maybe you need to see it for yourself, and maybeeee Ciara is a bit of an exaggeration but he umm she umm the dancer was really gooooooooooooooood! Siva joined us and we headed to Balcony Bar after that! I had about 3/4 of a bottle of wine at Kaart's party, and a whole freaking jug of Gin Lime (which tasted like lime juice although the bar dudes insited they poured the standard amount of Gin) at Rouge. And i didn't get high, sigh. So sad.. Instead i got really sleepy and i kinda slept off at Balcony haha. But Balcony was real nice to chill at. We sat by the Jacuzzi and apart from the rude'ish service, i'd totally recommend it! Here's a picture so you be your own judge! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121459934764490322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RxMUrQ8IXlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/K2rTytOFB2s/s400/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sunday was a chill out day at vivo city where we caught The Brave One. Damn nice movie guys, go catch it and don't be lazy like me and wait for the DVD. Its a big screen fella for sure! I wanted to say something about the ending, but no matter how general i am, it'll spoil it for you so i'm just gonna keep mum completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And that folks, was my weekend. Hope you had a good one too =) see yaaaaaaaaaaaa!&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/423730115063859696-2866030517992772926?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2866030517992772926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2866030517992772926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2866030517992772926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2866030517992772926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/hide-out.html' title='hide out'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RxMUrQ8IXlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/K2rTytOFB2s/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-5888503112875483546</id><published>2007-10-11T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:05:00.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;today was supposed to be an absolutely free day at work. it still is, TECHNICALLY, but thanks to an assholic manager, i had to do some dirty work in the morning. I've finished it now, but i'm trying to dodge more that might head my way. I wonder if the all familiar 'out of sight, out of mind' general rule will apply in this case.. Hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Since i knew it was a free day (by free i mean unassigned and thats as much explaining as im gonna do) i took my own sweet time and woke up as late as i could. Waltzed into office at 9.30am, and checked my email and was relieved to realise i was still.. free =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Then i got a juicy phonecall so i went to the lift lobby to take it, which probably was my wrong move for the day. Coz at the lobby, i was susceptible to the shirkers. One spotted me and very rudely might i add, commanded me to go and see him later. No really, numero uno I AM NOT YOUR SERVANT, YOU DO NOT COMMAND ME EVER! and secondly, dude i'm not booked on your job, you have no RIGHT to ask me to do anything, AT ALL. if i do something for you, it will be deemed a favour, and go look up the meaning of favour will you. Coz you ask someone NICELY for a favour, you do not DEMAND. Of course all these thoughts were running through my head, while i jus gave him a surprised look and semi nodded that i'd come see him later. And so i did. Refer to my opening paragraph to the outcome of that 'meeting'. Sigh. I just hope that my 'annoyed' demeanor was a hint enough. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;anyways... yesterday was the new paper new face competition! our pretty radhi took part n she looked real awesome! she was up against some stiff competition but i don't really agree with the final results laaa. aight enuff said, don't wanna cause an uproar all =) but way to go radhi, u were greattttttttttttttt! if there was a title for loudest screams by supporters, you definitely would've gotten that ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;after my semi sappy'ish post yesterday i had to hear some really unpleasant stories and i must say i'm very.. disappointed. sigh.. why why why. *shakes head* sometimes i feel my proclamations of undying loyalty make me the fool at the end of the day. Sometimes it really is not worth it aye.. oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I indulged in some serious retail therapy on Tuesday.. Got a pretty white top from Topshop and left Forever 21 with a lighter pocket but a much heavier wadrobe! woo hoo! i loveeeeeeeeeeeeee my buys! theres this black dress i didnt buy finally, but ive been thinking about it so much i think i might just go back and get it. Oh well i shall contemplate upon it further. $73 for a plain black dress is a little steep i know, but if i love it enough to dream about it every night, then it must be worth it isnt it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;aight its lunch time and ive no intention of staying around here much longer so i'm outtt! have a good day ya'll! muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-5888503112875483546?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5888503112875483546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5888503112875483546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5888503112875483546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5888503112875483546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-supposed-to-be-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7054114048898441071</id><published>2007-10-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:17:41.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my babygirls, the old and the new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The ones, who in someway or another, kept me sane during the trying times; thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A mere utter of gratitude may not suffice. But i hope, you know that there's always a special place for you in my heart for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish things didnt have to be complicated sometimes, that we didnt do things to hurt one another, albeit unintentionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish we were never consumed by the politics of life or that we had it in us to always have the other's best interests at heart; I prefer to trust in you fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let us appreciate what we've got; there's a reason our paths crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's now up to us to keep our journeys entwined; The fork at the end of the road never a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Differences aside, a fact i can't deny- Once a babygirl, always a babygirl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Call it my weakness, but loyalty i define.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119882839953268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw16UQ8IXiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OyPSDMsyhek/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ragi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119882638089805330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw16Ig8IXhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PLWXridkYLM/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw19zA8IXkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fS75I57qiUY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119886666769129026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw19zA8IXkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fS75I57qiUY/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw15uA8IXfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IuQ2LJPpuOg/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119882182823271922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw15uA8IXfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IuQ2LJPpuOg/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw15YA8IXeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xDV3CJtLdxU/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119881804866149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw15YA8IXeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xDV3CJtLdxU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nish and Teebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw15MA8IXdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/42KsFtEEFbE/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119881598707719634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw15MA8IXdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/42KsFtEEFbE/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7054114048898441071?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7054114048898441071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7054114048898441071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7054114048898441071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7054114048898441071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/doubt-not.html' title='Doubt not'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rw16UQ8IXiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OyPSDMsyhek/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-4897908300837839913</id><published>2007-10-10T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:22:26.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yuckkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i meant to blog in the morning, but the manager crept up on me and ive been busy ever since.. oh well, i plan to leave in 15 mins so i shall update as much (or little) as i can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had a creepy crawlie weekend so that left me pretty BUGGED.. watched crash at shawn's house on fri nite.. we were watching the movie intently, well i guess not 'intently' enough la, when i saw this roach crawl past the tv.. that was it! i jumped, screamed, tripped, found my feet and bolted to his room all in one second.. yeah i'm THAT terrified of the ugly creature. i peeped through his door (he's got a hole as a doorknob so yeah, go figure) and only came out when i THOUGHT they had killed the bastard. Of course, cockroaches survive death. So the *shudder* thing appeared again and the whole process repeated itself. This time shawn assured me it was dying in the corner somewhere coz he'd sprayed it. So i very slowly made my way out his room, tip toeing and eyeing the surroundings cautiously. As luck would have it, THE DAMN ROACH FOUND ITS WAY TO MY LEG. sigh, by this time i'm surprised i didnt just have a coronary or something. i jumped about everywhere and screamed and panicked my senses away- i say senses coz it was frigging 1 am and i was shrieking like a lunatic. Shawn kicked the beast and they had a whole rescue team to finally find the dying creature n bag it up- infront of me coz i refused to calm down otherwise- so it could be thrown down the chute where it bloody belonged. YUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then like i was cursed by the insect almighty or something, i had another experience on sat morning. I was enjoying my banana nut crunch cereal, mind you i'd already finished a bowl'ful. But see you can never have enough, so i rummaged through the cereal bag to try to get a handful more. I wanted the banana part so i rummaged around for quite a bit, plus i was reading something interesting so i was a lil distracted. Before i knew it, something crawled up my hand and of course all hell broke loose henceforth. I flung my hand, screamed, banged the chair against the table behind me, jumped up and ran for dear life. Wailing while doing all of the above. it was a lizard :( my poor dog ran to me and tried to pacify me, but after the racket i created, he needed to be consoled. i was sooo disturbed i swear. I was bugged about it for most of the day, awaiting with bated breath, the biggest stomach upset of my life, since i did eat a whole bowlful of lizard crunch. but thank god i was spared.. sigh, but its gonna be a while before i dare touch any cereal again. DOUBLE YUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well, i wanted to just mention the creepy experience but i guess it kinda was worth more than two lines.. im off now!! tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-4897908300837839913?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4897908300837839913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4897908300837839913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4897908300837839913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4897908300837839913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/yuckkkkk.html' title='yuckkkkk'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-5711727758564933703</id><published>2007-10-04T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:00:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>usual woe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;it has been a slack week at work, but i'm still tired.. physically tired definitely, but more undeniably tired of my profession.. sure its prestigious, it renders my lavish lifestyle possible, it's unbelievably stable where promotions are automatic yearly and at least im not a manic clubber [ or was, at least ;) ] who just loafs around when i'm not out there getting drunk! But whats the point of all the respect i command, the money (that seems worthless when its my happiness i trade), the benefits i'm entitled to- that if i list you'd probably want the job yourself, the fact that my job is the only thing my parents are probably proud of these days-what with my many bad habits and the many avenues open to me once i've been in the industry for a good few years.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All that just seems insignificant, even the fact that i'm my own woman- something i told myself i'd be ever since i can remember! and yet in all my 25 years, ive never felt more.. insipid; redundant; bleak. sigh, the end is drawing near and although i'm not getting cold feet, i do wonder in the 'blackest', furthest region of my gray matter if i'm making a mistake.. if i'm throwing away one of the few good things going for me in my life.. what if i never find my dream job, which is basically anything that makes me wake up with a smile.. what if thats why its called a dream job? coz its something that only exists in a fool's paradise. and what i have now, is something real and though tiring and borders on the line of insanity during the peak period, is also what will keep me safe in this money driven society we live in.. sigh no matter how much we deny the disgusting fact that moolah makes OUR world go round.. it does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;having said all that, i've decided. i made up my mind ages back and i shall not falter at the prospect of hardship. I will brave my decision and advance upon my search for my dream job- working with animals. Its all very ladeedaa sounding i know but that is, unfortunately, where my interests and passion lie. of course it'd have been all very convenient if numbers were my forte, but after pursuing a diploma and a degree in accounting and commerce, i've come to realise its clearly not. so yeah, i'm going to quit in approximately a month, n God knows whats in store for me after that.. sigh, wish me luckkkkkkkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-5711727758564933703?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5711727758564933703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5711727758564933703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5711727758564933703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5711727758564933703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/usual-woe.html' title='usual woe'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-997984619247204979</id><published>2007-10-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:44:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;im actually on training now.. but imagine training on accounting standards and then you might sympathise with me and realise why my attention has been deviated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;gosh parents are away in India and while most aspects of this arrangement is to my advantage, travelling to work is SO not one of 'em.. i decided to save some bling and travel by MRT, instead of driving and parking near office, this morning.. oh my god.. that is so not an experience i wanna relive! it was human galore as soon as i stepped foot outside my sweet abode.. (ok thats a lil too dramatic, considering i drove to the train station, heh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the train!!!!!!!! oh mi god.. no really, this country is way too populated for our own good.. its truly the survival of the fittest (the fattest like me are shown no mercy) to get into the trains and even to remain in the damn cabin! sigh, even though the frequency of the trains is pretty impressive, like every 30 secs, its just not enough! all the trains during the peak hour are full of people too close for comfort.. and everytime the train brakes, they get even closer.. eeeeekkkk! =) even once u're out of the train, getting out of the station is in itself another feat. There's a massive queue to get on the escalator..sigh, there's a reason i don't go to new year parties and zouk out- i HATE crowds. *shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sigh, so i think till my darling parents come back, and i get my princess treatment again, i'm gonna just burn a hole in my pocket and drive to work.. i'd really rather not have some random stranger in my face, or against my bum, thank you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;its amazing though, that all modes of transport are that crazy during the peak hour.. Driving has become so expensive and not to mention tiring.. The roads are jam packed, even though you pay the highest ERP possible from 8-9am. The buses probably don't even stop at some bustops coz they're packed right up to the door. The trains, need i say more? taxis, sigh.. taking a cab in the morning has become a mad affair. its close to $10 (if you call one that is, and in my ulu estate its kinda tempting to do so), even before you start your trip.. and with the jam on the roads, you can go without lunch AND dinner to pay for the sin of cabbing it to work.. So really what mode of transport are we left with? i reckon, they either vary the general public's work hours significantly or get rid of at least 1 million singaporeans.. Both of which sound seemingly impossible so i guess im gonna do myself (and the rest of you) a favour and get outta here =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ps- i meant to post this yesterday (Tues) but only managed to do so today. and guess what? i took the train again this morning (yeah after all my whining, i still persevered) and 'shock shock horror horror' it was EMPTY (ok fine, emptyish)! so i kinda take back all the mean things i said yesterday :) but ill just post it anyway so you can hate me even more. and now i quote shawn, ladidum ;) see ya'll!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &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/423730115063859696-997984619247204979?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/997984619247204979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=997984619247204979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/997984619247204979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/997984619247204979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/10/pointless.html' title='pointless'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8747546275883119442</id><published>2007-09-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:32:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy joy joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hahaha reading my post yesterday actually made me laugh.. i swear, i'm such a child. suchhhh a brat! i wonder when i'll grow up and start acting my age... its really my way or the highway, or a tantrum of coz ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ok ok today i'm in a good mood so i figured writing about my nice weekend would be more apt as compared to yesterday while i was fuming for no real reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;lets seeee... my weekend started on Friday coz i was on leave! wooohoooo! but sigh, thats the end of my leave for a while so thats a shortlived happiness.. oh well anyhooo, on friday i went to prawn's, dragged him out of bed and made myself comfortable.. haha ive got this thing, i cant see someone asleep while im bloody awake! i snoozed for a bit, while prawn sat grumpily on the chair and used the computer =) then we watched King Arthur!! i'm really a ulu mamulu when it comes to movies :( i havent watched tons of 'em! its quite embarrassing and i'm going to make it a point to watch one good DVD every week! this week shall be... King Kong!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;then at night i went for dance class like a goot girl and then we went to send Adrian off at the airport! Friday kinda ended there coz i had no energy to do anything, although techinically i slept all day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh well, tis ok coz saturday i woke up feeling quite energized! :) went to the gym, then we went to babysit tristonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!! the best saturday in the world!!!!!!! steph had gone to KL and aunty nancy was alone with the kiddo so bhav, ragi, shawn and i went to relieve her for a few hours! we brought him to united square and had a blast la! the cutie fell asleep towards the end, IN MY ARMSS (there is NOTHING in this world that makes me happier i swear, ok ok fine maybe one or two other things but sigh..) and we took him home soon after.. of course once he touched base, he woke up and was ready to be entertained! bhav and her ever ticking biological clock, kept him busy for a while and he was tired out in an hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;shawn and i went to MS after that to meet the rest and we went to obar!! obar turned out to be super duper fun and i really enjoyed it!! got to a nice high and cheryl and i were doing our usual crazy moves and viv and ham had a whole dance-0ff thing which was freaking amazing!!! the place wasnt too crowded and we had a nice bunch of us there, so i think most of us ended up having a pretty good time! but i had no energy for chillies so kabee, shawn and i went to jalan kayu to complete the unhealthy night! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sunday, the tfa bunch went to anita's house in ulu bukit panajng to surprise raji for her bday! although she admitted later to being truly surprised, her reaction to our "SURPRISEEEEEEEEEE" was classic! she had opened the door cooly, and said "oh" (i swear just like how you'd read it now), and then said "come in guys"... hahahha that was it, and we were all singing happy birthday with a lit cake all!! so cute laaa.. but we all know she was pretending!! ;) muacksss, we love you raji!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;then in the night, a few of us went to Khandi bar in Clarke Quay to enjoy the benefits of Prawn's cannery carddd.. opening a bottle at a fancy bar on a Sunday was not really how i had envisioned my night, but i guess it could have been worse.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;yesterday, i went to east coast to do my work! sigh, the beach is just so magical.. sitting on the bench, with the breeze and the lapping waves made doing work a whole lot easier.. ok fine not easier but at least i wasnt sitting at some boring cubicle with equally exciting people around.. *looks around sadly now* and when the sun set, we sat on the breakwater by the moonlit water and just spoke.. spoke about everything and nothing.. it was just.. sigh, amazing.. i LOVEDDDDDDD yesterday :) and i also slept by 10pm.. perfect innit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so yeah that sort of is the summary of whatever's happened so far! hope this week's just as exciting! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;see yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&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/423730115063859696-8747546275883119442?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8747546275883119442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8747546275883119442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8747546275883119442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8747546275883119442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='happy happy joy joy'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-3567306198654351555</id><published>2007-09-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:32:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rave and rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i had myself a decent weekend, a long one at that, but somehow i cant seem to find anything nice to say. Probably coz i'm sitting here scowling like the 5 year old that i am, and in a horrible mood. Don't even ask me why. You'll probably get my famous "if looks could kill, and if they don't you'd still wish you were dead" stare and wish you didnt bother trying anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;arrrgghhh why won't you wake up and pick up the phoneeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ok sorry about that, my mind needed a voice, and since i cant be screaming random things out at my very unexciting office, i thought shouting it out here might help. ok i'm gonna try calling again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;freak of freaking nature laaaa!!! sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ive got a trillion things id love to whine about but this is so not the place for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Im out, before i live to regret anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-3567306198654351555?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3567306198654351555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3567306198654351555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3567306198654351555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3567306198654351555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/rave-and-rant.html' title='rave and rant'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-5569254671888758779</id><published>2007-09-18T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:47:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woohooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;im utterly and flutterly bored. yeah that itself doesnt make any sense, so imagine how the rest of the post is gonna be.. Im at work and i have nothing to do, officially. Key word being, officially. of course i've got my shit to clean up, from way back.. but you know how when its alredy been put off once, twice or thrice or whatever comes after that, it just becomes habitual. Yeah, so i reallllllllyyyyyy cant bring myself to actually finish it all today.. even in my vow to complete something today, i'll try to procastinate the task giving myself the famous excuse of 'later'. Thus the decision to blog, coz at least that way i look like i'm doing work, since i'm typing furiously =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.. i'm so sleepyyyy :( and to think ive been sleeping relatively early since Mon, coz i reckon the circles under my eye are bringing a whole new meaning to the word 'dark'. Sigh, i hope more sleep helps coz i refuse to put myself under any knife, and creams and gel work my wallet more than my poor eye.. oh well, we'll see.. and ive even promised myself more sleep than partying this weekend, so thats a good start, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i forgot to elaborate on in my last post.. the gym at rasa sentosa!! wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. the treadmill and bicycle and the cardio machines basically had a friggin tv installed on the screen! so each machine had their own tv! and hello, excuse me, they even had HBO and all the cable tv channels!! so all i had to do was plug in my ear phones to the treadmill and lo and behold! i was entertained for the next half an hour! i could jog continuously without getting bored, and i was actually reluctant to stop! sigh i wish planet fitness would follow suit but i guess that really is asking for too much la.. but i'd go back there just for the gym man, i swear! oh and for the yummy food, heh. what an irony. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and clubbing at dxo on friday night! haha that was seriously friggin entertaining. i don't understand why people do that to themselves. The club's semi-dead.. most sane people are just sipping their drinks quietly at the side waiting for the club to liven up and the music to turn normal.. The dance floor, obviously, is empty.. and then suddenly from no where a group of freaks, with absolutely NO SENSE OF RHYTHM NOR STYLE, bounce happily to the dance floor and do some awkward (i jus realised the spelling of this word is excatly what it means, heh) moves which they sadly try to pass of as dancing.. sigh, and then this 'normal at first glance but an absolute disaster at second' freakshow, a guy mind you, comes along and does these mind-blowing but i mean it in a disturbing way, hip thrusts and all sort of movements that i swear were beyond gay.. sigh, we were very well entertained by all the different characters i must admit. and i'm sure even we are as embarassing when we're drunk off our asses.. and i know it was SUPER mean of me to go on about them like that but hey i'm just voicing out whats already in your mind, so don't act all innocent ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;went for a spa try-out thing yesterday, some publicity stunt of theirs. They were offering free foot spa, back massage or some eye therapy thing so i decided to try their foot spa.. It was very mediocre so i wasnt willing to sign up for some $2,000 package which they very cleverly disguised by saying its only $33 per massage if you sign up and only $59 per month if you pay by credit card. Of coz they fail to mention that you'll be paying that sum for the next 3 years! and they never spell out the whole amount you have to pay, they break it down so it sounds affordable.. like telling me its $168 for 3 massages and 2 FREE spas and then slowly adding how i have to get a minimum of 12 sessions but never once telling me how much is $168 x 12. Sigh, such a treacherous industry i say! of course, i kept telling her i'd have to think about it and slowly the ball came into my court, and she kept askin how much would i'd be willing to pay if i were to sign up today. she was obsessed with the word today, and that made me frown even more. i finally gave her some whack excuse that she had no choice but to buy, and then let me off the hook but of course she said she'd call me back over the weekend, since i needed to think and all.. sigh, as hard as her job is, and as much as her livelihood depends on it, i'm not caving in. i don't think i want to be spending so much on some massage which i dont even know if i'll enjoy and if i pick the credit card option (which will probably be the case since 2k doesnt exactly grow in my back yard) i refuse to be indebted for the next 3 years! so yeah, sorry lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo i promised y'all the video of my doggie at the beach innit.. here goes!! this is when he first came close to the water, so he's like testing the waters literally ;) check out the way he gallops at the end, coz he's just so happy! and his retrieving skills- when i threw a stick into the water! sooo adorable! =) as shawn said, i sound like some proud mother.. guess i am, since i'm the bitch ;) aight im off, muacks everyone! holla if ya'll want more videos/pics of my sweet lil creature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-134b7b4e0039d355" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D134b7b4e0039d355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331244914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A181E470AFC64D726BFD6F5F12C6D00A9532CBE.5D3762C7175A95C7FA98DC620E7A60D3208D480A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D134b7b4e0039d355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpwYD9ogxEHM6jhiRMoFAKBJRDak&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D134b7b4e0039d355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331244914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A181E470AFC64D726BFD6F5F12C6D00A9532CBE.5D3762C7175A95C7FA98DC620E7A60D3208D480A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D134b7b4e0039d355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpwYD9ogxEHM6jhiRMoFAKBJRDak&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-5569254671888758779?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5569254671888758779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5569254671888758779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5569254671888758779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5569254671888758779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-utterly-and-flutterly-bored.html' title='woohooo'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8132943066861451537</id><published>2007-09-17T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:07:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yupdate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;heleuu! some quick updates i couldnt resist wasting a lil time for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;1) For the new and currently juicy "topic on the bloG (block, blog. geddddit haha)": my 'lets make malini a good person' campaign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lets just say we've raised awareness but thats about as far as we've got.  Im still spurting out nasty rubbish. Sob. But like how the diet starts tomorrow, so will the biting of the tongue, kay! =) but heyyyy you need at least one bad cop in the group, don't cha! *wiggles bum and disappears into the black space*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;2) (just like how you have to take the famous elephant out of the fridge, i shall wiggle back in from that space and continue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;my week update!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;- was on leave most of last week and with the parents out of town i had myself a real BREAK! woo hoo! stayed over as many times as i could and even had the gang over for dinner on sunday! including lil triston!! soooooooooooooooo cute! im glad y'all enjoyed the food guys! and for those who weren't there and who assumed i cooked a storm up for them, continue that nice thought please. at least let me be able to cook in your disillusioned heads :) and for those who know i can barely fry an egg without setting the whole kitchen on fire, shaddap and don't try to influence the nice disillusioned people out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-16th of September shall be marked in my calender as a VERY IMPORTANT date *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-wed was spent at ladies night at Obar where almost all of us who went can't recall much. go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-thursday i was on leave! brought my darling simba to the beach and had ourselves a fab time. my dog loves the beach and if i show you the videos, you'll be convinced too, that he belongs there! i'll upload the video soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-friday was Kabee's bday at DXO and chillies, and i was more tired than anything so i wasn't my usual hyper self. Drinks at DXO are as good as drinking the water from the nevermind.. so your HIGHness was not present at all that day. for me, at least. *winks at sho*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-sat/sun was spent at rasa sentosa! *blush* by the way, the food there, is HEAVENLY! its a must try! just save up all year before going kay =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;- and sun, we've already been through that oneeeeeeeeeeeee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;3) Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i feel like puking and i have a headache =( not nice, at all! plus ive promised myself i'm going to catch up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;a) all the procastinated work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;b) sleep, later tonite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;so yeah, its not such an exiciting day la.. but its sivaLam's bday party at TCC later, so yay! i get to see everyone in a few hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Happy birthday siva!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;muacks, see ya later and have a good day y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8132943066861451537?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8132943066861451537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8132943066861451537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8132943066861451537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8132943066861451537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/yupdate.html' title='Yupdate!'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2971380217259180365</id><published>2007-09-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:34:50.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm a freak =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And so I had a weekend that seems to have brought me to hell and back.. well, ive had worse weekends sure, but this was quite an experience as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as we all know, a fact probably drilled into our skull by now, everything happens for a damn reason. And that damn reason, we’re sometimes fortunate enough to realise within days of the turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t say I’m glad everything that happened, happened. In fact I wish it didn’t have to turn out that way.. But I can safely say that the helplessness and tears shed were not in vain. It made many of us realise so many vital things, so many facts we already know but just needed a push or a rude wake up call to be aware of completely. Some of us have broken bones to keep us awake; some, nearly broken spirits. Well, the broken spirit was mended pretty easily, but I cant say the same for the bone, heh. Poor you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have come to recognize my need for a personality revamp.. Haha.. I’ve been this person for too long.. My unforgivable habits have even been labelled as “a Malini”- so normal and even pardonable; My impatience, disrespectful and rude ways, sarcasm, cold exterior, quick to put you down remarks (especially if you’re a loved one), cannot be bothered attitude, emo-less’ness, sharp tongued liners which cut deep, actions which would probably reduce me to a pile of nothingness if it were done to me and of course my famous bratty tantrum throwing frenzies. Oh and that’s just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me this weekend and morning, to realise that I cant go on being this person when I genuinely care about people as much as I do. I have a problem, I am unable to express my love like a normal human being. I reckon the more I care for you the nastier I think I can be. Its weird I know, and worse still its been instilled in me for years now. I’ve hurt countless people along the way, made my close bunch accustomed to my way of being so much so, my behaviour has been accepted and is characteristic to me. If they need a bitch for the show, they know just who to call. But at the same time, I’ve been told I’m big- hearted, and caring to a point of putting my happiness above others, basically things you wouldn’t associate the person I described earlier with! So how can someone apparently nice, actually be capable of having such a mean streak in them? Some say that’s why they love me, some say it’ll be the death of them. Now I’ll have my say.. It time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have hurt too many loved ones thus far. Its like their punishment for loving me.. It became apparent to me this weekend which brought about this realisation. I told myself I’m going to make a conscious effort henceforth, and I can only hope that this determination I feel right now sees me through. If all goes well, you may actually be able to have a conversation with me in the future, without me biting your head off and spitting it into a pile of other chewed ones. Haha nah, I’m not really all that bad, but I know I can be better. Cross your fingers for me, wont you =) And don’t worry all this doesn’t apply to you, if I didn’t love you already. Tough luck ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- after spewing all that, my “I’m going to be on the next Oprah” crap on top, I just muttered (under my breath so that’s the slight difference) something rude and sarcastic to my dad who’d asked me an innocent question. Sigh, this is gonna be one difficult change, y’all. &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/423730115063859696-2971380217259180365?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2971380217259180365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2971380217259180365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2971380217259180365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2971380217259180365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-im-freak.html' title='i think i&apos;m a freak =)'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2969533139451347291</id><published>2007-09-10T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:42:04.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuURQ_-MkeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWB5iEP-Lk4/s1600-h/dearheart2yi.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108508336069579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuURQ_-MkeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWB5iEP-Lk4/s200/dearheart2yi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuUQ8v-MkdI/AAAAAAAAACw/Av74EjyhUco/s1600-h/32bb1632.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108507988177228242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuUQ8v-MkdI/AAAAAAAAACw/Av74EjyhUco/s200/32bb1632.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuUQLP-MkcI/AAAAAAAAACo/54WwfF4k820/s1600-h/7eae9a5b.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108507137773703618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuUQLP-MkcI/AAAAAAAAACo/54WwfF4k820/s200/7eae9a5b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-2969533139451347291?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2969533139451347291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2969533139451347291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2969533139451347291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2969533139451347291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/more.html' title='more!'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RuURQ_-MkeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWB5iEP-Lk4/s72-c/dearheart2yi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-3550922643183980195</id><published>2007-09-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:21:57.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snifflagus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ok no.. this is like damnnn weird.. ok so im in a Korean headed company, samsung actually, but that doesnt mean my internet browser suddenly becomes Korean does it? like all my options are in these weird, unrecognizable characters.. they look like chinese characters but i have slightly more intellect than you give me credit for, so i know its not chinese! :) hah i'm not like SOME UNMENTIONABLE SPECIES who know not, the difference between anyone but themselves. its like if you're dark you're indian. and if you're fair and claim to be indian, you're just.. lying. haha okok i guess i'm still traumatised from my childhood days, where the other, obviously non-indian, kids made me the black teletubby just coz i was indian *sniff* guess i've bore a grudge ever since then aye! hahaha, jez kiddinggggggggg! ok how did we get from these 'weird characters' i have as my web options now, to skin colour again? *blink blink* once again, JUST FOR THE RECORDS, i'm kiddingggg =) dun set fire to my home please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i had internet access when i started typing this damn post but i kinda got d/ced along the way.. but i guess ill jus blog anyway and just post it later after work or smthin.. sorry for that peice of unwanted info.. i just felt like, you know, keepin you in the loop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got nothing much to blog about.. shawn did a great job telling you about the weekend so thats that.. 'cept he failed to mention our scary experience after watching the movie "1408"!! after watching the movie, through my shawl or fingers or shawn's arm even, with shaking knees and a rather disturbed mind we made our way to the exit. We took a while to actually leave our seat (re-read: shaking knees) so by the time we made it to the exit everyone had left the theatre. As we approached the door, we were joking about how it'd be funny if the door didnt open (if you'd watched the movie you'd relate to this not so funny fact) and you can imagine how the laughter turned to a semi gasp when we realised the door was stuck!! hamren's laughter turned to a nervous giggle i swear!! hahaha shawn kicked the door open and i swear we all just ran out! ok so now i'm laughing about it but my nerves were a lil frazzled that day! but its one of those 'u need to be there' moments.. you're probably rating me quite high on the freak scale now, but yeah it was freaky ok! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. God's either cruel or thinks he's real funny.. coz i was jus bragging, like two days ago, about how its been a while since i've actually fallen ill.. and guess what.. i'm sick la.. sigh. why do i only wish the best on myself ah *rolls eyes* argghhh well i guess this time my doctor's visit might actually be one that doesnt warrant some oscar-award worthy acting for once, so thats good at least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a nice chill out nite..wit ragi (till the housewives got desperate, tsk)and shola.. vivian and shawn came to join us too! sho and i sat at starbucks and spoke about people who just don't know how to recognize and treasure something good even when its been taken away from them! sigh.. they weren't joking when they said life aint easy aye.. but we all know you're stronger than this k, and its about time you realised your own worth! muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aighttt only managed to post this a day after writing it, wanted to update it a lil but i cant be arsed, heh. enjoy the day everyone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-3550922643183980195?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3550922643183980195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3550922643183980195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3550922643183980195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3550922643183980195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/snifflagus.html' title='snifflagus'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-4843180774293443021</id><published>2007-09-03T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:50:12.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chindian Princess Special</title><content type='html'>So instead of our favourite, homegrown writer, Malini, i shall attempt to take that hotseat today to provide you with the details of the weekend AND some umm.. humour.Since i am nervous, let us start off with a joke. They always say its better. (Who they is though i've not figured out yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken and the Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit ticked off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says ... Well, I guess we finally answered "THAT question!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get that.. my failed attempt then. *snigger* Anyhow, the weekend was nice. Mal, finally back and a lil' free-er having finished her dance performances here and in Penang and in KL had the entire weekend to do what she used to do best. Have fun with her close friends! Ah drink. Dance. Laugh. Cry. Whatever but hell, a weekend OUT! Wouldn't you know however, even clubbing and having fun with friends takes up quite a bit of energy and by the time 1 am came at DXO, in the midst of celebrating Rathi's birthday, she had already sat next to me, eyes reddish, face flushed from dancing with Nisha like a crazyperson and said, "i'm tired". It was fun while it lasted that night though. Rathi turned 20 and can she and her best friend Shikin partaayy or whaat. Haha among the Chivas, laughter, music and dancing, i'd say it was a nice birthday celebration after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a full day out! Mal got me to follow her to her salon at Wheelock where she thought i might get something done with my hair. How manly i say. Anyhow, when i got there, her stylist and i decided i was gonna let my hair grow somemore before doin anything to it. So Mal took the chair and i headed out to explore Orchard for the next 3 hrs, relieved that nothing was gonna happen to my hair! Everyone was in town! Steph, Simran, Triston, Reena, Lynn, Shoba *as usual 2 hrs later* and a bunch of other people whose names i can never remember and lets hope they dont read this post :) Steph, Simran and i Walked around FEP for a bit and i introduced Triston to Frankenstein who guards Cheeks. Or Lips...? I can never keep track. Anyhow, as Triston was trying to grab a belt from behind me, i watched as Steph and Simran asked about suspenders. I can't remember why though. Oh well. Triston likes shiny objects and metal, for some reason, is delicious. Steph, Sim and TJ left and Sho joined me and forced me to shop with her for a bit. But not before i dragged her ass to an electronics shop to get her hp checked out. And wouldn't you know it.. Shoba's hp batt had been SO overcharged that it looked pregnant when the nice lady took it outta the phone and exclaimed "hahaha your battely plegnant ah!!". I turned to Sho and gave her this look that basically said "uh huh. Why did i expect something like this... and how'd i know you wouldn't have known anything was wrong.. GROWL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, it was a combination of 2 birthday parties. I picked Mal up and as usual, as she strode toward the cab in her party attire, she simply took my breath away... We picked Shoba up next and we were on our way! First, we headed to Attica to celebrate Carrie's b day party. No really. You're not allowed to smoke in that club but the way they blow smoke outta the ceiling and into everyone's faces, why the heck can't we smoke in there then? It's the same difference. Yeah yeah i know it's 'healthy' smoke or whatever but shadap n lemme whine a 'lil won't ya? Anyways, Carrie had gotten the VIP place right next to the dance floor and a few bottles of Vodka and so on. As i watched on among the dancing, photo taking and the traumatising of a few of us guys with Jen giving lapdances to some of the girls, i spotted a couple of bigass bottles next to us. 1.5 litres worth of vodka and champagne. Whoa. Sho grabbed one. Mal grabbed another and i looked quite pathetic with my normal, minute glass next to their bottles as we took a photo. Headed to Mos, then, Chillies after that and though i was quite out of it (i get tired a lot easier these days too!), we danced on till the end of the night, or morning light, whichever you'll have. It really does wonders to complete a loong clubbing night off by dancing with someone special whom you absolutely adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a nice day out. Ham, Cheryl, Mal and i caught 1408 and people; if you want a badass thriller, especially if you haven't watched one in a while, this is it for you. It was fantastic! It'll leave your hair standing and with something to think about at the end of it all. We headed to Newton wanting to have dinner there but it was closed for some reason so we went to Clarke Quay instead and grabbed some really good pizzas. Headed home after and to wrap up, helluva nice weekend i'd say. A mixture of friends, music, dancing, drinks, chillin out and we even caught a movie. Yeeepp, nice weekend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ending thoughts that cross my mind. The purposes to which, when i figure out, i shall promptly be sure to inform you. Until then, here's one that came up over the weekend that i'll share with you. If i know nothing and therefore, everything from then on is something novel, or something valuable, and if wisdom is considered to be not knowing anything because it is only then that you learn, then why is the term wisdom given to men who're known to know much and not to the fools that are known to know nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a second joke i enjoyed that i just HAD to share! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken and the Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a horse and a chicken who were good friends. They lived on a farmyard with lots of other animals and were very happy. One day, while they were playing near the farm's pond, the horse stepped into a hole of quicksand. The horse rapidly sank and was yelling for his friend, the chicken, to save him. The chicken thought for a minute, then ran back to the farmhouse, and jumped into the farmer's 735csi BMW. Luckily, the keys were in the ignition, and the chicken managed to start the car, and put it in gear. It raced over to the sinkhole, where the horse had almost disappeared by now. The smart chicken tied a rope around the back of the BMW and threw the other end around the front legs of the horse. The chicken hopped back in the driver's seat and stepped on the gas. Ever so slowly, the horse eased out of the quicksand and jumped to safety. The horse, still on shaky legs, stuttered: "You just saved my life. Thank you!" The chicken just said, "Don't mention it - That's what friends are for!!" They returned the BMW and went out to dinner together in the barn yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the horse got up from a good night's rest, and heard some muffled cries for help coming from the backyard. The horse followed the sounds and came upon a terrible scene. There was his best friend, the chicken, stuck in a hole of quicksand! The sand was already up to its neck-feathers and the cries for help had almost stopped. The horse took a quick look around: No rope in sight And the farmer had gone to town with his BMW. What to do? The horse took a deep breath and spread his body and legs out over the hole. His member was dangling down right above the poor chicken. "Here, my friend, grab my thingie and I will pull you to safety!". With its last bit of energy, the chicken grabbed a hold of the big horse-thingie and the horse straightened its body, pulling the chicken from its trap. With one big step, both were on solid ground and safe. The chicken slumped down on the ground, exhausted: "Now You saved my life, my friend!!" The horse just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;And what is the moral of this story?&lt;br /&gt;If you're hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entry by Shawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-4843180774293443021?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4843180774293443021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4843180774293443021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4843180774293443021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4843180774293443021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/09/chindian-princess-special.html' title='A Chindian Princess Special'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1799328378090104395</id><published>2007-08-29T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:48:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slackadooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wassuppp everyone! =) how are we feeling todayyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hahaha yes i'm in a good mood, believe it or not, coz i've been having slack days at work since i came back from M'sia over the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Monday,i was on leave, woo hooo! had a good sleep till about 2 pm after our 6 hour long bus journey from KL. The bus journey was actually damn fun, with just all of us young ones (shaddap sandy i'm young too ok ;) ) and 6 of us squeezed on 4 seats ( i'll leave that to your imagination ;) ) and we were gossipping till God knows wat time! And bhu gave bhav and me the best foot massage ever! so yummmm =) Although i have to mention the fact that us actually getting onto the bus was a miracle, damn that pudu raya! Its a sad excuse for a bus port la. Friggin corrupted and highly disorganized. Tsk, they should learn a thing or two from us. Ok, i shall keep in mind that all this can be used against me (dun ask me how, i'm just a chicken) so i shall refrain from saying anything else about the dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyways so yeah.. We got back at around 6ish and i was curled up in bed by 7am. Slept soundly till 2 and was up and about for the rest of the day! Prawnstar and i went to watch Bourne Ultimatum at Vivo City and then decided to go to Sentosa on a whim! haha i loved it! we went on the Skyride and the Luge thingie and my safe driver's instincts slowed us down heaps but winding roads and steep enough slopes at night is a reason enough to go at 10km/h ok! ;) of course prawn boy was bored la, and everyone was whizzing past but i was kinda terrified so yeah =) you should see the picture snapped of us, we loooooooooooook really retarded! ok fine, at least i do! Then we lounged at Cafe Delmar with a bottle of wine and yummy bar snacks- calamari and nachos! most most most fun and we had our very own fireworks show ;)! haha the taxi ride home was a little ummm amusing in a spoiler kinda way, but at least we're laughing about it now! some taxi drivers i swear are sooooo weird! *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tuesday was another whackkkk day! decided to follow the footsteps of cher and ham and so i self declared it a *ahem* holiday =) surprised the sleepyhead who looked more alarmed than plesantly surprised! dragged him for a jog with me in the evening and we ended the day with a nice dinner at Jalan Kayu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wednesday was another slack day! and the highlight of my day was my much needed pedicure! ahhh i finally have toes that are not puke worthy! and my poor feet needed the pampering after the constant stamping and torturing! dinner at newtons was not too bad, though the satay was slightly disappointing. speaking of newton, oh my goddddddddd.. its so stressful to eat there! once you walk in, you're bombarded from all directions, its crazy! i mean i know its highly competitive and all, but is it our fault that the freaks decide to open up identical stalls?! they stress us out and try to influence our decision, even before we've decided if we're really hungry or not!  They slyly sit you down near their stall and strategically place their menu on the table, and then they have a disclaimer to try to make it all right - "its ok missssssss. just see only, not say must buy. Its ok jus see onlyyy". Idiots. Of course i feel bad right; they braved the other competitors and fought to get us a seat, wiped the table squeaky clean and pretend to be genuinely concerned if we're comfortable or not. Doesn't one feel compelled to return the favour and order from them? I swear its not the unhealthy food that'll give me high blood pressure at Newton's mannnn! ok fine, so i'm stressed out easily, shush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh well, today's gonna be an 'interesting' day. I've gotta go for the stock count of COE stocks later.. yeah the car COE thingies.. God knows how one counts those fellas.. well i guess i'll find out later, won't i.. Lets hope i don't do a boo boo, since i'm so clueless! wish me luckkkkkkkkkk! muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-1799328378090104395?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1799328378090104395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1799328378090104395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1799328378090104395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1799328378090104395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/slackadooo.html' title='slackadooo'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-671915688956358703</id><published>2007-08-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:03:01.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when its over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;its good to be back! and danceless! haha.. i'm really glad the whole ordeal is over.. Although i say ordeal, now that its over i don't look back at the whole experience as something extremely uncalled for. In fact i'm glad i had a chance to be part of the production, as cliched as it sounds! But that also does not mean i'm gonna jump at the next opportunity to par take in another major production. I'm human enough to realise a break is much needed.. from dance and other committments alike. I cursed and swore, wept and pleaded, sacrificed and bled (ok fine 'blue-blacked' would be more apt but i like some drama ;) ), stumbled and got mocked at, fought and feared.. I'd say ive been through it all, my all at least. And i know i couldnt wait for the end, all of us counting down to the last performance, a little more eagerly as each day passed. We literally dragged ourselves to practice every day, always wondering why we succumbed to such torturous ways.. Even during practices and run-throughs, i felt like i'd left my soul behind, while my body, alone, danced. my legs were moving along to the familarity of the tune while my heart watched from afar. i was void of emotion. We had gone through the process way too many times for us to actually enjoy what we were doing anymore. What was meant to be an expression through dance became a silent suffering of the soul. I kid not, neither am i exaggerating, much :) well, i'm suprised with all this negativity and contempt, which the familiarity famously bred, God actually took our side and each one of the four performances, touched our hearts and it was more than just us tired dancers on stage struggling to meet our teachers' and even the audience's expectations.. Maybe it was the stage lights that created the atmosphere, or even the excitement of being on stage (nahhhh). Maybe it was the fact that we'd worked so hard that we wanted the performance to be our best effort ever. Or maybe, just maybe, there was a certain force that made each show a success, something beyond anything imaginable or explainable.. Something that made you realise you're there for a higher purpose. Something that opened doors to our souls.. Something that made it all worth it.. Well, i can safely say that all 7 of us who took part, no matter how much we whined, complained and hated every second of the past 2 months, will realise at the end of it all, that to taste the sweet, we had to face the pain. And you know what? i'm glad i did.&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/423730115063859696-671915688956358703?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/671915688956358703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=671915688956358703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/671915688956358703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/671915688956358703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-its-over.html' title='when its over'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2692549513144792774</id><published>2007-08-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:27:55.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i don't really feel like blogging. neither do i feel like working though, so the lesser of two evils i have chosen. =) i'm soooo lazy and tired.. my eyes hurt, like i've my eyeballs have been poked countless times and are now sore from all the poking, heh. but even though they hurt, i keep closing my eyes and pressing my eye-lids so i can feel the pain.. no really, whats wrong with me ah? and whats wrong with my eye :( i hope its only coz i'm tired and not cos i'm suffering from some eye issue, or something scarily complicated. hmmm but then that way i dun have to go to work righttt!! whooopieeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i feel sleep deprived again.. although i think i slept for a good 7 hours (at least) last night, i feel like i had none.. and trust me i slept the full 7 hours, not waking up even once inbetween! wow.. the performance over the weekend has really left me drained.. and to think i have two more over the coming weekned, in Penang and KL! *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;oh well, thank god we had a two-day show over the weekend. the first day was.. full of hiccups! from the sound to the lights to the lack of energy in the dance! and my many wonderful balancing acts, like a pregnant hippo on a tightrope! sobbb we really felt horrible after the show.. at least most of us did. Thank god sunday was like a gazillion times better! i actully felt good after the show! and alot of people had such nice things to say.. made the torture that we endured the past few weeks SLIGHTLY worth it.. haha notice i said SLIGHTLY ah.. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;haha i started this entry at like 10am.. its now 3pm and i still havent finished.. i seriously don't know whats wrong with me today.. my thoughts are all over the place, i cant write a complete sentence without toggling between the other windows i have open. Its crazy... i think i need a job that allows me to move around, this whole sitting down infront of a screen and number crunching is something i have succumbed to ENOUGH! maybe if i'm physically active, my brain won't go into sleep mode as often as it does. *mumbles angrily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ok i have no more patience to do anything productive anymore, blogging included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm out! in all ways possible ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-2692549513144792774?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2692549513144792774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2692549513144792774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2692549513144792774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2692549513144792774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-893941103377901940</id><published>2007-08-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:16:19.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsOy6FYichI/AAAAAAAAACg/6QB9SroICIU/s1600-h/image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099115914060788242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="419" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsOy6FYichI/AAAAAAAAACg/6QB9SroICIU/s400/image5.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templeoffinearts.org/sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.templeoffinearts.org/sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; for more info guys!! this is the show i've been going on about for so long.. buzz me if you're interested but too shy to get tickets yourself so something absurd like that =) check it out if you can!!&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/423730115063859696-893941103377901940?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/893941103377901940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=893941103377901940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/893941103377901940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/893941103377901940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/abhaya.html' title='Abhaya'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsOy6FYichI/AAAAAAAAACg/6QB9SroICIU/s72-c/image5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-6421165520716113942</id><published>2007-08-15T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:54:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cramping my style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wonder if there really are people who wake up everyday and thank God for the new day.. coz seriously if you're one of them... GET A LIFE! *yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm one of those who wake up and think GEE THANKS GOD, DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO MAKE IT A NEW DAY THIS FAST!? (if i can even manage a thought in my stoned, sleepy state) while i fumble around wondering what that stupid noise that's disturbing my precious sleep is.. trust me to set a 'too sweet for the morning' alarm ringtone that would probably put me right back to sleep instead of waking me up.. you'd think 2 years of working would make waking up at an unearthly hour a tad bit easier (or normal), but nooooooooo.. every morning i swear, is a living torture.. sigh, 5 mins (of more sleep of course) in the mornings is something i've come to appreciate a great deal and a day where i can sleep in.. ah thats just God's gift to me. Yes i AM very sleep deprived folks, so reserve all lazy comments to yourself, even if you think (or know, hah) that i get sufficient sleep every night. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;had a fun work day at work yesterday, coz i hardly was at it! hahahhaa =) no la.. i packed up and moved to city hall cafe cartel, during lunch, where i set up my temporary office :) haha bullied prawnboy to help me do this 70+ page checklist while i finished the rest of my work! cheryl, ragi, siva and ham-boy came to join the party soon after! was loads of fun and most importantly i was productive! i finished what i had set out to do and so did shawn! haha thanksssssssssssssssss prawnstar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh my yesterday i was in one weird ass mood.. i was pmsing majorly, but as usual coz i'm not too in touch with my feminine side (other than shopping of coz) i didnt realise that was why i was such a moody, touch-me-not, grump! although one can argue that malini is typically all that on a normal day, try my usual self but add like a few hundred notches of absolute grumpiness! sigh, i know i know.. i'm not at all proud of it but hey you can't blame me if women are made complicated. i think the dancing helped though.. all that release of energy worked out well for me.. i kinda recovered from my moodiness and was normal'ish by night! phewwwwwwwww.. and i sure as hell hope that my nerves aren't as frazzled today.. and i'm sorry that you were at the receiving end of all that crap! *red cheeks* i promise to give you a few pms-days yourself, so you can be as cranky as you want, without question! hah, sure =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anywayzzzzz ive got some exciting accounts to draft, so excuse me while i start on my thrilling task. did i say yawn already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha i just felt like ending off with some random excerpt from a random song.. enjoy =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She rolls the mile makes you smile all the while being true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't take for granted the passion that she has for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth"&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/423730115063859696-6421165520716113942?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6421165520716113942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6421165520716113942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6421165520716113942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6421165520716113942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/cramping-my-style.html' title='cramping my style'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-4697421390098667219</id><published>2007-08-13T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:28:50.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boreddddddddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm so bored la.. I'm ACTUALLY bored. hah. and this time i really don't have anything to do.. how bizzare, indeed! i'm supposed to be doing some dumb follow up but the manager and senior in charge are both missing in action, so i don't really know what they want me to do! wahhh times such as this, are absolutely rare and i havent had no work to do in a looooooooooong time, so i shall revel in it a lil bit! but knowing my arse luck, i'll prob get some phonecall or email that'll burst my lil bubble so hard, you'll probably be hit by its remnants over at your end. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;oh well but in the meantime i shall keep myself busy doing all the things i'm so good at=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch yesterday @ cafe cartel with giri and jan; two people i hadnt seen in forever! and cheryl, shawn and i chilled at coffee club at central after work! it was a major garlic bread day man.. but seriously guys, the garlic bread and banana smoothie at coffee club is to die for .. i kow it doesnt sound like the best of combinations but seriously, WOW! sigh, and here i was supposed to be on some stupid diet, at least until my damn performance.. but, pray tell me, how do i deny myself of garlic bread! once again i fall prey to my oh so weak mind! its so annoying.. i'm dancing like a mad cow but i still look like one! sob! i hateeeee my fat genes! *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee club was fun! hadnt seen and chilled with cheryl in ages and we had a good time taking pics and distoring them! hahaha let me show you pretty coneheaded cheryl! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098390620732074226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsEfQdLrKPI/AAAAAAAAACY/dFyLmtc7L2A/s200/Cannot+make+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha i swear we were cracking up for the longest time! sigh.. i love my new phone laaaa! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alriteeee i'm off now... its 11.30 and i'm bored outta my wits so i shall indulge in some retail therapy! looking for a nice watch and wallet or a bag even.. haha anything really.. i just have this nagging urge to buy something! sigh call it a disease if you want, but i just like to think of it as female tendencies :) see ya laterrrrrrrrrrrrr! &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/423730115063859696-4697421390098667219?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4697421390098667219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4697421390098667219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4697421390098667219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4697421390098667219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/boreddddddddddd.html' title='boreddddddddddd'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsEfQdLrKPI/AAAAAAAAACY/dFyLmtc7L2A/s72-c/Cannot+make+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-5536551857384362321</id><published>2007-08-13T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:05:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsAdmtLrKMI/AAAAAAAAACA/uHtecQl9FgM/s1600-h/(e)SP_A0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098107328984197314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsAdmtLrKMI/AAAAAAAAACA/uHtecQl9FgM/s400/(e)SP_A0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The highlight of my weekend was my triston time! sigh, he's too cute to be true la.. handsome lil fellaaaaaaaaaaaaa, isn't he!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gutsing at Vines with Shawn, seeing gorgeous triston and sexy stef, and watching most of disturbia behind my blue shawl made my Sunday most fun! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good week lovessss!&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/423730115063859696-5536551857384362321?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5536551857384362321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5536551857384362321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5536551857384362321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5536551857384362321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love.html' title='i love!'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RsAdmtLrKMI/AAAAAAAAACA/uHtecQl9FgM/s72-c/(e)SP_A0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-1473308346141613358</id><published>2007-08-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:01:41.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bambling bambi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hellooo worlddd! wassupppppp =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh and happy national day singapore!! *heh* right. more like thank you for the public holiday singapore!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anywayz.. today was *shock shock horror horror* spent at dance prac! hah most of it was la. Had prac from 9am till about 6 in the evening.. We didnt dance much, just practiced our quick changes and tried to refrain from puking at our reflection while we tried out the extremely odd costumes.. haha i say odd coz... you'll see. :) oh mi goddd i swear! i mean we indians are already blessed with 'em child bearing hips.. the least you'd expect is for the costumes designed to either conceal the fellas or just do their very best to not play them up.. but of course, the only thing the costume does is to bring them right outta their trying-very-hard-to-hide-but-failing-to-succeed- hiding place and put them right unto your doorstep. sigh.. Seriously, i kid NOT. Its so super unflattering. Plus its a quick change so we don't even have time for that extra tuck which might actually work a miracle. well now i can only hope that with the amount of goo on my face, you'd either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a) not recognize me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;b) HOPEFULLY think the skinny, pretty one is me, since you cant really tell with all that 'drawing' on our faces, who's who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;c) sit so far away, i look tiny, no matter what angle i turn. just like when you look at cars from the 60th floor of Swiss Hotel =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So yeah, at least you know what to expect. and where to sit ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;haha for those who have no idea what i'm going on about, and that'll be really dumb coz thats all i've been going on about for the past i don't know, month? i'm performing, together with another 20 odd people in Victoria Theatre next weekend! (18/19 August). Its at 7.30pm and its an oddissi based repertoire. Well oddissi is actually a really gorgeous, graceful style of classical indian dance and art lovers should give this a go. Having said that, look at everyone BUT ME and you will leave the theatre still loving the artform =) haha ask me for details if ya're really interested aight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so much for my little publicity stunt, haha just helping tfa a lil laa.. oh yes tickets are donation based so have i said the magic word already? and NO, that does not mean its free! *groan* singaporeans just do not know how to appreciate such practices. When we say 'pay what you want' they immediately exclaim 'Oh that means free!'. Excuse me, We're a charitable organization not a so-rich-we-don't-need-your-money organization. So please, donate generously. If you can. If you really can't, just pay from your heart. At the end of the day, its not a money driven event. We believe in art, jus for the love of it. We hope to touch even the coldest of hearts, and bring a tear to them, with the simplicity and sincerity in which we go about our events. It has happened before, and if you give us a chance, it can happen again =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ok enough preaching about my affliation.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lets see.. so today i came back from dance and had to go straight into my work, coz i had a shit load to finish by tomorrow morning.. and thank god, i managed to. Phew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yesterday night i finally met the sholana and the ragima! its been so long since i'd seen sho! We had our yindian food at casurina and then went to sho's house where she showed us all her bloody good bargains! that girl can really smell a good deal anywhere! sigh, i'm the kind who will buy something and then a week later find that exact same thing on some massive sale. yeah, luck. guess some of us really don't have it. *sulk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;alrite i think i've gone on about wayyyy too much.. my bed and comforter are calling out to me, and i've never been one who could resist 'em, so good nite folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;muacks! one more day to the weekend, you can do it! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-1473308346141613358?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1473308346141613358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1473308346141613358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1473308346141613358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1473308346141613358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/bambling-bambi.html' title='bambling bambi'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7881649085405276821</id><published>2007-08-06T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:41:15.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great mundane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have a meeting at 11am so this is gonna be a quick one! i couldnt be arsed to do other work before the meeting so i decided to lepak (as usual).. i don't even have anything specific to blog about so be forewarned.. ITS GONNA BE BORING. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anywayzzz yesterday was a funnish day! had lunch with shawn, shaun and aunty hilda! it was some afternoon entertainment indeed! lil p is really one psycho laaaa.. he and his lame ass jokes and tekaning attempts! h-i-l-a-rious i say! not to mention hearing about his antics- he was wondering why the car couldnt move even though he was furiously accelerating WHEN HE HADN'T EVEN TURNED ON THE DAMN CAR!- yeah stuff like that.. those are normal shaun p things to do, he's sucha himbo! hahaha but we all still love him, he's a one stop entertainment central! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i came back to work, sigh such a horrible feeling it was.. haha but i packed up early enough and ragi, shawn, bhav and me sat down at city hall cafe cartel where i finished up whatever work i could and 'gutsed' on the yummy cafe cartel foodies! then after all that, was the normal late night dance prac.. which was.. the usual.  finally came home at midnight, tried to play aunty aggie but turned out to be aunt i-wish-i-could-be aggie and finally went to sleep at god knows what time.. had weird ass dreams about kittens and puppies and alot of random things that i wish i could just remember! oh well i do feel quite rested, so i hope the rest of the day goes on well enough.. i liked my random running away to cafe cartel yesterday, so i hope there's another fun unplanned visit to wherever again today! haha =) muacks everyone, have a good day!&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/423730115063859696-7881649085405276821?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7881649085405276821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7881649085405276821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7881649085405276821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7881649085405276821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-mundane.html' title='great mundane'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-3582600988014565696</id><published>2007-08-05T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:30:38.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend woes and whees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;its 11.01am and as usual i'm soooooooooo unmotivated to work.. i keep taking like breaks every 5 mins and finally decided to do something worthwhile, like blog =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;the weekend that passed was strenuous, both physically and emotionally.. dance for 12 hours (nearly) on saturday earned me a foot pampering session from my dearest mommy.. she felt so sorry for my "stamped-out" legs! she made me soak my feet in a tub of warm water to which she added cookin salt laa.. she figured salt is salt- whether for food or the foot.. geez! anyways warm water has never felt better.. i swear it is an instant relief! and then she massaged the sole right up to the calf, kneading and doing many magical things with her fingers! thanks mommy!!!!!!!!! oh and she also agreed to bring me to africa at the end of the year! double thanks!!! yipeeeeeeeeee! it kinda pays to dance, makes her so happy- she agrees to almost anything her demanding daughter asks of her! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;then sunday had to be a biatch and come.. awoke at 7nish in the not-so-inviting morning and trudged to dance prac.. thank god prac finished at 2pm yesterday.. it was a very frustrating prac, but i don't wish to go into details. lets just say, bleaugh! anyways so i got my smelly ass back and took a cat nap before heading out to meet prawnboy! we watched perfect stranger at marina, where i drooled at halle berry while he looked at me suspiciously.. haha, told you i swing both ways if SHE's worth it ;) then we wanted to go to balaclava [i have no idea how u spell it :( ] but it was closed! i know, closed on a sunday?! whats this, australia?? heh. so anyways since it was closed we took a nice slow stroll to indochine opposite boat quay! i love the place, its by the river.. enough said! we finished a yummy-enough bottle of red wine and since i'm a veggie-delight for the next couple of weeks we couldnt even get any snackies! well thats good and bad i guess, and on the good i shall focus on for the time being =) haha got myself locked in the toilet, and the nice indochine-i dunno what man- saved me!! so embarrassing i say, but tis ok its a malini thing to do and the dude said its kinda common so i didnt feel sooooooooooooooo stoopid la :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ohhhh yeah and i finally bought my new phone! i loveeeeeee it! its white and its slim and light and its a SAMSUNG! this time shawn's gonna keep it safe in his pocket always, no more me and my careless ways!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and so thats how the day went! My sunday date with the favourite seafood made the weekend all better, we really havent gone out like that in a while! oh well, 2 weeks to go... i can do it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sigh, muacks peopl'ings.. have a good week ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&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/423730115063859696-3582600988014565696?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3582600988014565696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3582600988014565696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3582600988014565696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3582600988014565696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-woes-and-whees.html' title='weekend woes and whees'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8914061650067999006</id><published>2007-08-02T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:20:46.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekdays end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Its Fridayyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hah so what? its not like i have an exciting night planned ahead or the weekend for that matter.. Yes my world shall revolve around dance for the next few weeks.. And to that fact i have sort of resigned, so whine i shall not =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;but there have been hints of dance practice finishing early on sun! by early i mean like 4.30pm or something.. and if so, woooooohoooooooooooo! i might have a life after all! i might go for a much-needed date break *smile* been a while aye? im sorry i'm such a busy dancing cow =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;my holiday plans are soooooooo all over the place.. from hawaii to aussie to no more leave to quitting so i can take a holiday to... yeahhh kinda all over the place innit... my mom has very kindly offered to bring me to New Zealand at the end of the year (all paid for it seems *jumps around*) but i'm thinking of brainwashing her to bring me to Africa instead.. waddya think, brilliant or wat ;) well we'll see.. but i want a holiday with the girlies [and the selected boys ;) ] too.. we were thinkin of a not so high budget one, thus aussie seemed most promising.. but yeah we need to sit down n figure it out one of these days ah.. and i wanna go to Bali and this safari thing in Java and Bangkok and Koh Sa Mui and Bintan (yes, again!!!)  and just about anywhere thats holiday resort'y where i can just lay on the beach all day and admire God's gift to mankind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ok all this holiday talk is making me a lil lazy and considering how i'm already blogging on the sly, i better shut up and go before i get into some serious trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hope ya'll have an awesome weekend and have a drink or two on my behalf, won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;muacksssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8914061650067999006?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8914061650067999006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8914061650067999006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8914061650067999006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8914061650067999006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekdays-end.html' title='weekdays end'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-5036060942843328859</id><published>2007-07-29T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:09:35.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired out but fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;its monday.. so im not really in the best of moods but hey, when am i in a good mood anyway? haha i'm the grouch of the group la.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;just had a nice long lunch break.. my usual lunch khaki is down with the flu (at least thats what i tink is the problem) so i spent some alone time.. took a walk down to IKEA and decided to browse around.. haha i'm one who gets carried away at NTUC and Watsons, so IKEA kept me busy for quite a bit.. left with some purchases which would have seen more of the world if they were left at IKEA.. haha, i have soooo many things i've bought in the past, which i planned to put around my room.. but somehow they're all still sitting pretty in the IKEA plastic bags from the day they 'set foot' in my house! Well, one day when i finally HAVE A LIFE, i'm really gonna do up my room as planned! its taken me what, 2 years? ive been doing everything in stages and in like 6 months intervals or something.. first the bed, then the cupoboards, then the curtains.. sigh im only left with the final touch with all my pretty decorative items.. i guess i just need to be home long enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;weekend zoomed past once again.. dance was.. tiring. i'm walking funny coz every move hurts and i'm so sleep deprived i've mastered the art of sleepin with my eyes open (i wish).. but tis ok, considering how time seems to fly these days, 3 weeks shouldnt be too far away.. i wonder if i'll actually miss it when its over.. i swear, we humans are a funny bunch.. even the most nightmarish parts of our lives will turn to sweet experiences once they're over.. i guess thats the key word, an experience.. and you never know just what it feels like, till you go through it yourself.. If i had not been part of the production, would i have felt a great sense of relief? Or would i look at the dancers in envy? probbaly the latter, since i would've had no idea what they're going through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh well, its not really that bad.. I love odissi and the teacher's amazing and i can only grow with this experience so i'm gonna quit (try to at least) whining and start to view everything under a positive light.. I believe fate has a big part to play in everything, so i'm probably in this for a reason.. Whatever the reason may be, whether i realise it one day or not.. i'm just gonna live and let live and for tomorrow i shall not hold much thought to. I'll just let it.. happen.&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/423730115063859696-5036060942843328859?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5036060942843328859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5036060942843328859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5036060942843328859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5036060942843328859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/tired-out-but-fighting.html' title='tired out but fighting'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8139555929131028584</id><published>2007-07-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:10:21.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A name for your pup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.portail-basset-hound.com/name/lettre_v_p7.htm"&gt;http://www.portail-basset-hound.com/name/lettre_v_p7.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm officially a bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haha.. look at the female dog names column and yeah go down alphabetically and guess who's FULL name is also a dog's name?!?!? geeeez and here i thought i had some helluva unique name.. oh well, i'd rather share it with a dog than some pig or something.. and i will kill you if you show me a webpage "A name for your pet pig" with my name in it, i swear i will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;have a good weekend loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8139555929131028584?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8139555929131028584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8139555929131028584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8139555929131028584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8139555929131028584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/name-for-your-pup.html' title='A name for your pup?'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2398868444666329261</id><published>2007-07-23T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:19:18.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Bytes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;My feet hurt.. My toes are cyring out in pain, thanks to my new white heels which i walked a thousand km in earlier. heh.. My sandflybite from Bintan is still red n ITCHY! My head is kinda heavy coz my blood's confused and is rushing down to my overgrown stomach to digest the lunch i NEVER HAD! ok ok so i ate.. a lil =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hahahahaha but i'm happyyyyyy!! met prawnboy for lunch who bought me a pretty pink rose with white baby's breath! its gorgeous! *shy smile* we went to IKEA.. coz i'm auditing at cycle and carriage which is just down the road (although i did say i walked a 1000km jus now didn't i).. so funnnnn! walked around for a bit, tryin to find something to keep my bintan seashells in.. but we walked out empty handed la! can u believe it? IKEA actually didnt have wat i was lookin for.. weirdddddddddddddddddd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then we had lunch at BK (my suuposed small meal was the one i shared with him *grin*).. dun ask me why BK was chosen over the famous meatballs of IKEA.. i'm not the one who's a fan of it anyway.. they look way too... nevermind =) but haha as usual the boy had me choking between fits of laughter la.. the charades was the bombbbb la! haha sighiee at least i had some afternoon entertainment! which my 'now-dying-toes' are paying heavily for! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;back to work now, where i'm on *cough-MSN-cough* half the bloody time.. make that all the time, heh. had some pretty interesting conversations and yeahh its quite interesting how we humans work.. whether we admit it or not, we're pretty vengeful people aye.. and that vengeance has brought us where we are today.. some may feign unhappiness, others may genuinely still hurt inside.. and some.. may truly be happy.. well, whatever it is i believe its our choice.. we can choose to either seize the moment and live for the future which we might've just begun to look forward to.. or hold on dear, to the blasted past, looking desperately for a glimmer of hope in the stark reality.. i bet we all get confused from time to time.. but lets not risk something we have.. for something we never did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Agreed? Come, smile with me now =) have a good evening ya'll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&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/423730115063859696-2398868444666329261?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2398868444666329261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2398868444666329261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2398868444666329261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2398868444666329261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/lunch-bytes.html' title='Lunch Bytes'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8754287228937286674</id><published>2007-07-22T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:25:05.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thank you…&lt;br /&gt;For making me believe again.&lt;br /&gt;For the sparkle in my eyes, as they smile along with me; Genuine this time.&lt;br /&gt;For taking my happiness as your own, even when your’s on the line.&lt;br /&gt;For forgiving me each time I faltered, never doubting my worth even once.&lt;br /&gt;For opening your arms wider each time… to accept me as a whole, my many shortcomings you don’t turn away.&lt;br /&gt;For leading me to places and showing me sights, I’d never ever dreamt of… till today.&lt;br /&gt;For making me laugh till I cry true tears of joy, although I was sad just seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;For making that extra effort, to come see me, although it’s only 5 minutes I have to spare.&lt;br /&gt;For staying so true and rewarding me with patience, even when silence is all you get in return, coz that’s just you.&lt;br /&gt;For the kind words and sweet everythings you utter so easily, that make my day, even if it doesn’t show.&lt;br /&gt;For wanting the best for me, cos you think that’s all I’m used to… my spoiled and pampered ways never an issue.&lt;br /&gt;For caring so much, my heart skips a beat as I attempt to measure your love, a move so silly you’d laugh.&lt;br /&gt;For everything I can’t put in words, but you do so well in reality… you really make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;for being you. =)&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/423730115063859696-8754287228937286674?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8754287228937286674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8754287228937286674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8754287228937286674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8754287228937286674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you...'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-3156530370921349656</id><published>2007-07-22T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:37:55.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the web of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and the weekend (that never really came) is over.. sob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I've been having a hell busy time.. dance practices every single day, working 7 days a week (yes they've decided to make us slaves, to make every single cent of the increment worth) and basically jus a 'no-life' kind of life..so yes i am offically a social recluse, reject, retard.. watever. boo hoo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Worked over the weekend, but thank God i had the help of darling shawn.. A BIG BIG THANK YOU TO YOU!!!! he gave up his precious friday and saturday night to help me with my work la.. he typed at his unbelievably top-speed pace, while i dictated and he even helped me to type out this whole summary while i concentrated on something else.. and the boy can really make me laughhhhh!! i had myself a pretty good weekend thanks to him!! seriously shawn, you're the bomb diggity bombest pants! *muackssss* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and oh mi god dance practice has been such a killer.. yeah i mean the exercise is great and all that but i havent had time to rest very much.. between my insane workload and my equally psycho dance practice schedule i havent had much time for.. ANYTHING! all those who know me, and you don't need to be my best friend to know this, i'm kinda a party freak.. but yes, i have been given the cold turkey treatment so clubbing is out of the question till the end of August.. Well that isnt really sooooooooooo depressing coz i think i might have clubbed myself out! haha, its about bloody time and clubbing has been the root of all evil for the longest time- a big reason to somethings not working out infact- so i think this crazy lifestyle of mine is actually a blessing in disguise.. So if i do live to find out, i think i might actually have killed the party beast in me.. hands up, all those who think my happy little ending is going to turn out quite the opposite. hah =) no comments ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sobbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb! i miss my girlies.. i have been deprived of their love for too longggg.. i love your random "i miss you's" and "i love you's" so keep 'em coming k!! ;-) and of coz you guys know that the feeling is mutual! much much love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;ok this has been a rather pointless post but i just felt like rambling a little before i sleep. Sorry you had to be a at the receiving end! Nighttttttttttttttttttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;p.s- i love this picture pile so i jus felt like attaching it here. Seriously the water does wonders for me la.. i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;p.p.s- i'm not talking about iced or hot water just in case you're wondering. Geeez :&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RqOFGtLrKLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z5EDhIaLce8/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090058354113063090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RqOFGtLrKLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z5EDhIaLce8/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&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/423730115063859696-3156530370921349656?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3156530370921349656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3156530370921349656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3156530370921349656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3156530370921349656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/caught-in-web-of-time.html' title='caught in the web of time'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RqOFGtLrKLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z5EDhIaLce8/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-6588711551879413088</id><published>2007-07-18T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T02:38:48.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rp3fIUpI52I/AAAAAAAAABw/4qeK9_lJRqM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088468488071735138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rp3fIUpI52I/AAAAAAAAABw/4qeK9_lJRqM/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wasn't lying in my last post, was i? Sigh, don't you wish you witnessed it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-6588711551879413088?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6588711551879413088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6588711551879413088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6588711551879413088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6588711551879413088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfect-sunset.html' title='The perfect sunset'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rp3fIUpI52I/AAAAAAAAABw/4qeK9_lJRqM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-6563509809113115964</id><published>2007-07-10T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:22:07.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to a happy me =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*edited. (so many typos eeekss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh wow.. feels like a million events have occurred in the week or so that i havent been able to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;had myself an awesome holiday which lasted a whole week! hopped from one place to another and enjoyed every single bit of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;started out with bintan on Monday.. and seriously bintan was the bomb diggity! absolutely indulged in the abundance of the sun, sand and sea and trust me it was PERFECT! from dragging ourselves out of bed to jog towards the sunrise.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;having an ice cold beer in the sweltering afternoon sun while lying on the deck chair, eyes closed but ears open, simply taking in the therapeutic sound of the rhythmic crashing waves.. enjoying an afternoon nap, hearing the active crickets even in broad daylight- a reminder that nature never sleeps.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;walking on the soft white sand- toes first.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wading in the crystal clear water- enjoying the initially cold sea water warm up so quickly against my bare skin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;admiring the pretty fish that swam solo- so deft in its way, it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;freaking out over the jellyfish even though they were oblivious to my existence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;picking sea shells along the way, one for everyone who meant something to me and some for myself- just for keeps =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;taking shots of everything that took our breath away- a desperate move to capture every possible moment.. but so foolish we were to think that any justice could be done, to the splendour nature held before us, by a mere picture.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;missing the bus to the local market only to be rewarded by the indescribable setting of the sun.. my-oh-my.. how HE slipped through a tear in the sky into the horizon- where the sea seemed to meet the sky.. how HE disapperead but still left traces of his magnificent worth- illuminating the sky with colours no man can ever paint much less describe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;such simple everyday events, we take for granted but how if we just took 5 mins off our busy day, we could all be left spell bound.. such is nature, so powerful, not even the king of kings can challenge it.. even while it lays dormant.. I'd give anything to be back there, exchange all the money in the world for that peace and tranquility, i experienced in Bintan.. But at least i took back with me, the realisation that anyone could seek solace in the simple things that happen around us.. try i will and try i may.. to close my eyes and remember the sweet surrender and maybe i'll be able to re-live a moment or two.. sigh, i'll put up the pictures.. then maybeeee you'll see what i'm talkin about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*all dreamy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO anyways.. came back on Wed late afternoon and was off to KL the next morning.. even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;had the energy to make full use of a ladies night at obar ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;KL, was another fun-filled trip.. clubbing and shopping ( yay i got me like 6 new dresses n tops or smthing) and eating and yeah pretty much everything a holiday entails! had a few hiccups tho- all of which have been settled and infact taught me some important lessons which i prob never would have learnt on my own.. we bonded with ma gorgeous cousins- much love to the 2 of you for showing us a fantabulous time! and oh yessssssss the suite we stayed in... wowwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! blooooooody awesome i tell you! so not only did we party, but we lived like the rockstars huh lavi *winkkkkk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah so the week that just passed was one of a kind.. and it was leave in lieu of my overtime hours.. so i can safely say i put all those hours i worked till the wee hours of the morning, so exhausted i didnt even have the energy to be depressed or wallow in self-pity, to FULL USE!! hahaha loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;back to work, and all the mundane activities that i left behind while i lived my little dream.. but remember, all it takes is 5 mins.. and trust me that 5 mins i WILL BE taking =) thanks to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu =) * muacksssssssss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&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/423730115063859696-6563509809113115964?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6563509809113115964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6563509809113115964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6563509809113115964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6563509809113115964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-wow.html' title='Cheers to a happy me =)'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-4153932494929997436</id><published>2007-06-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T03:38:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;make me sick.. not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hah, good luck figuring out who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thanks for bringing new meaning to the word hate.&lt;br /&gt;yuckk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ps- don't worry its not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; im talking about, i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&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/423730115063859696-4153932494929997436?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4153932494929997436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4153932494929997436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4153932494929997436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4153932494929997436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-all-about-you.html' title='its all about YOU'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1915901872964849088</id><published>2007-06-26T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:36:49.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and he does it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and the wiseman once told me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"...cause i really do believe in the power of love. in the miracle that human beings can create for themselves that stems from that indescribable feeling that grabs at your stomach when you're lookin into a pair of eyes thats lookin right through you and yet.. you feel.. comfortable.. and yet.. nervous.. scared.. and even then.. u just plunge.. right through them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so, are you a believer yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do that to me, you know..&lt;br /&gt;you leave me completely and utterly speechless.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;and its just the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-1915901872964849088?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1915901872964849088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1915901872964849088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1915901872964849088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1915901872964849088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-he-does-it-again.html' title='and he does it again...'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7442338987885746765</id><published>2007-06-14T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:15:48.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale as old as time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and so i realised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its not YOU that i miss but the memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and what are memories but mere moments we hold on to.. from an era that once existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so sweet and dear, the ones you keep close to your heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but painful reminders of what could HAVE been, those you desperately try to forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reminisce we may, but ensnared in the deadly trap of time.. we shall not fall victim to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Move on we must, or stagnant and agonised we remain.. submerged in mindless, needless self-pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And so i remind myself..&lt;br /&gt;it's not YOU that i miss, it's the memories..&lt;br /&gt;And memories i will be able.. to share with someone anew.&lt;br /&gt;and moments, similar to the ones i speak fondly of.. i can re-live.&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as.. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thus I realise..&lt;br /&gt;Its not that hard after all..&lt;br /&gt;to let go of a haunted past so we can embrace the alluring present..&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe.. face a promisingly sweet future, that we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Remember.. It only hurts as much you let it. So don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&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/423730115063859696-7442338987885746765?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7442338987885746765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7442338987885746765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7442338987885746765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7442338987885746765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/tale-as-old-as-time.html' title='A tale as old as time'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2527475240624835481</id><published>2007-06-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:27:35.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toothless fairy speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm toothless and i've lost a lil of my wisdom... who am i????? hahahahha =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but its ok, it doesnt really hurt and i get to live on smoothies and milkshakes and all the yummy drinks that my conscience would've denied me on a normal day, so its all good!! speaking of which, the vanilla milkshake and strawberry smoothie at coffee club r just... orgasmic!! i kid not, and oh how i crave for moreeeeeeeeeeeee!! this liquid diet reminds me of my tongue piercing saga.. haha and how bhav and ragi ate my favourite chicken sandwich at hungry jacks while i could only salivate watching them devour it..arsewipess!! but thats the period i got to try all the different milkshakes and the works in perth.. and mind u, i've got no complaints.. sigh, perth perth perth... arrrggghhhhhhhhhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh well, so yeshhh had myself a semi-quiet weekend.. friday was spent touring the 'quays'.. haha we started out at dxo, then stepped into the mayhem at china-one only to eventually seek refuge at chillies! but shawn and i were unbelievably tired so we left soon after.. but the rest stayed on and had a blast! of course watching and drooling over the *ahem* younger ones is not very healthy la, but haha havent we all been there n done that? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;saturday was a nice quiet change from the usual clubbing escapade.. heavenly food at this quaint eatery near east coast and star gazing on the beach for dessert.. seriously yumm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and sunday was spent re-living the good ol' tfa/annalakshmi days.. and oh yes i also resumed duties at the zoo!! sigh,i had a blast with the babygoats and the fallabellas and the rabbit and the guinea pigs and all the cuties at children's world la basically... its good to be back!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;so like yes, i'm chillaxing at home now, since i'm on MC for being a toothless fairy.. wondering what exciting liquid i'm gonna consume for my next meal.. im supposed to meet shawn and sho- the evil twins from hell *heh* both of whom are tryna to bug me to go get ready! so yes before sho eats her arms out of hunger, and shawn i dunno, his cat- ok ok bad joke- i better get my ass outta here!! see ya later peeeeeps!&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/423730115063859696-2527475240624835481?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2527475240624835481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2527475240624835481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2527475240624835481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2527475240624835481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/toothless-fairy-speaks.html' title='toothless fairy speaks'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-70021854352224375</id><published>2007-06-08T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:24:32.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as you see it.. as you see me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is just beautiful guys.. I just had to share it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just for the record ( and its obvious) i didn't write it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My pain, your thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my pain, your thrill.&lt;br /&gt;my heart, beats still.&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, unaware.&lt;br /&gt;glazed, they dont care.&lt;br /&gt;my soul, do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;an ensemble of pleas, then fear.&lt;br /&gt;shadows, they start to surround.&lt;br /&gt;paranoia in memories, haunt up n down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walls start to erect, the pain disappears.&lt;br /&gt;it becomes rock, cold, steel, the hurt then adheres.&lt;br /&gt;my center resides, a fortress that hides.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel. its safe. my spirit i bind.&lt;br /&gt;a door, in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;a flaw, in my sanct?&lt;br /&gt;a light in its mildness.&lt;br /&gt;i hear a beat, i stop my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say my name.&lt;br /&gt;say it again.&lt;br /&gt;i start to remember.&lt;br /&gt;who i was, and from there i came.&lt;br /&gt;a glimmer, afar.&lt;br /&gt;a ripple of a star.&lt;br /&gt;a shimmer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;like a druggie from dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could there be another?&lt;br /&gt;and this time, my dreams not plunder?&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps i could be happy.&lt;br /&gt;and rejoice in his arms truly?&lt;br /&gt;a step i take.&lt;br /&gt;another i dare.&lt;br /&gt;the shadow steps in.&lt;br /&gt;i stop in its lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;to be hurt once more?&lt;br /&gt;to shed another tear?&lt;br /&gt;the shadows, they to me leer.&lt;br /&gt;and so i take.&lt;br /&gt;three steps back.&lt;br /&gt;where the walls stand firm.&lt;br /&gt;and strength they do not lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another stands solid.&lt;br /&gt;with light on his side.&lt;br /&gt;be your life void?&lt;br /&gt;of sun, sand and tide?&lt;br /&gt;of joy and warmth,&lt;br /&gt;of bliss that comes free?&lt;br /&gt;oh why don't you come join,&lt;br /&gt;this ocean that surrounds me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it looks fabulous,&lt;br /&gt;this free you speak of.&lt;br /&gt;it cannot come this easy,&lt;br /&gt;its something to only be dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;the sun warms my feet,&lt;br /&gt;the seas my hands.&lt;br /&gt;to immerse myself fully,&lt;br /&gt;i would drift away from land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another glances, seconds into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;these words he says, my body he ties.&lt;br /&gt;and you swim and you fall, you cut and you bawl.&lt;br /&gt;how else do you learn, how else do you crawl?&lt;br /&gt;to risk is to venture,&lt;br /&gt;far away from where its safe.&lt;br /&gt;the sunrise you'd capture,&lt;br /&gt;rapture you'd rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what then will it be fair maiden?&lt;br /&gt;what would your heart say if it were free?&lt;br /&gt;to be a captive, within your very soul?&lt;br /&gt;or to shout out across the very seas.&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful, so rare.&lt;br /&gt;my dear fawn, will those bonds you not tear?&lt;br /&gt;break down those walls, it's okay, come see,&lt;br /&gt;and in return, my love, i give my heart, to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/423730115063859696-70021854352224375?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/70021854352224375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=70021854352224375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/70021854352224375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/70021854352224375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-you-see-it-as-you-see-me.html' title='as you see it.. as you see me..'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2984650477045821871</id><published>2007-06-07T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:41:47.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he has no idea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so here's what i think.. enough confusion and enough tryna sort out messes that will iron out in due time.. so lets just smile, genuinely, and take it in our stride.. and we just might see that taking things as they come is way more feasible than figuring out whats not ours to figure out in the first place.. So i've had enough blogging about my muddled thoughts and i just wanna think happy things.. like.. TRISTON!!! haha seems like i'm scaring quite a few people with my 'apparently sudden' motherly side.. but i've always always loved babies and the fact there's one right in our group- sigh, its perfect.. he's perfect! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rmj1sljd5ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/KJ3FOFLj6Qo/s1600-h/DSCN7008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073575126576784786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rmj1sljd5ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/KJ3FOFLj6Qo/s320/DSCN7008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go ahead.. feast your eyes, i had my share already.. *slurpppp*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rmj1NFjd5YI/AAAAAAAAABg/tqGLfWXL5bU/s1600-h/DSCN6993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073574585410905474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rmj1NFjd5YI/AAAAAAAAABg/tqGLfWXL5bU/s320/DSCN6993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Triston.. Sigh i want.. you? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/423730115063859696-2984650477045821871?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2984650477045821871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2984650477045821871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2984650477045821871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2984650477045821871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-has-no-idea.html' title='he has no idea..'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rmj1sljd5ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/KJ3FOFLj6Qo/s72-c/DSCN7008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-8016712427263120371</id><published>2007-06-06T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:08:06.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and we have another believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so yes we've been blessed with another day.. wish i had awoken with a revelation, but let truth be told.. i absolutely haven't.. i'm just as confused, just as bugged and just as lost.. i know what i want, but the very next second my 'know' is reduced to a 'i think i know'.. doesn't help that speaking to one my girlfriends this morning, revealed HER biggest fear these days... that you just don't know when and how you can trust the person you THINK you know best.. oh well i've dwelled on this huge ass trust issue of mine for some time now so i REALLY dun wanna get into it.. but hearing her, i wondered if it was actually my mind that had invaded hers.. if my poisioned thoughts had seeped into her once clear head, and was making her say all the very things i have been singing like a broken record ever since i can remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and now i wonder.. if with the same fear we suffer the same fate.. where all the sweet nothings uttered into your ears really live up to its name- sweet NOTHINGS.. where you believed.. you gave.. and you ignored the pleas and cries of your loved ones and random strangers even, just so you can TRUST the person who looked deep into your eyes and said oh so convincingly that they loved you.. only to find out it was a lie, that they were just a lie.. a mere facade.. so what were you? a convenience? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't know man... just when i thought i should start ridding myself off these painful straps of the baggage that found its way on my shoulders, i have another believer? another one who doubts exactly the way i do? just kinda makes me wonder if i was right all along.. that i was right to have created this defense mechanism.. that i was right when i said, 'what if' and 'maybe' and 'perhaps' and 'no'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so where does that leave me.. leave her.. leave us.. does that mean i'm never going to trust again? never gonna let anyone get close? never going to be.. happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;too late now.. i've let &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; in.. so i'm going to try again.. i'm going to believe and hope and pray that &lt;em&gt;you're &lt;/em&gt;an exception.. an exception to the general rule- the rule where trust equates hurt.. equates deceit.. equates utter stupidity.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;ah time will tell.. it always does.. and it will for her too.. we'll be alright, one day.. someday.. =)&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/423730115063859696-8016712427263120371?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8016712427263120371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8016712427263120371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8016712427263120371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8016712427263120371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-we-have-another-believer.html' title='and we have another believer'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1089925352110746214</id><published>2007-06-06T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T03:53:17.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused is an understatment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How so many things changed in one afternoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hah, to be exact, by one sms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its like my heart knows what it wants.. what I want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but my mind tells me another story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Or perhaps you're right, i AM Gemini.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so i've got 2 sides to me and at times the evil twin takes over and ruins the pretty picture the nice one had painstakingly painted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perhaps this and perhaps that.. sigh the truth of it all is I'm just a coward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;afraid to let go, afraid to make choices, afraid of anything that promises to make me happy.. coz i'm scared that it'll be taken away.. just like it was.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know i need to wisen up, be less risk averse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to just trust.. to learn to love and be loved.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and to realise that one scar doesnt have to paralyse my whole being.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm hurting you when all you wanna do is to pick me up and throw me unto a bed of roses.. instead i choose to step back into the sea of thorns where pain and hurt are but friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why can't i just forget the world, and forget the past.. Kick off my shoes and tear off my clothes and just.. just blindly run into the darkness, this unfathomable space.. without any fear, and never once turning back.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why? Is it coz i'm not made that way? is that even an excuse, a reason? I need answers, i need solutions.. But most of all i need to realise that everything i need to know lies within me.. I don't know if i'll ever be able to completely and entirely let go of everything i've been holding on to so tight for so long, but i do know that only then will happiness truly find a place in my heart.. and maybe then, just maybe.. will my heart find yours.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And so my journey to discover and experience life continues.. But this time, i'm hoping that our journeys entwine.. We'll see what tomorrow brings, won't we.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like you always say - Where's the fun in knowing anyway.. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-1089925352110746214?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1089925352110746214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1089925352110746214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1089925352110746214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1089925352110746214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/06/confused-is-understatment.html' title='confused is an understatment'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1256905665530801433</id><published>2007-06-05T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:16:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>return of the darth VETHE ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;wowiee junior juice! guess who's back!!!!!!!! hahaha lets see for how long though.. i seem to be sooo busy these days.. but i'm going to make it a point to blog more often- neglected my poor baby for too long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hah- i guess doing a daily'ish update since the last time i blogged is going to lead to a severe case of information overload, so maybe just some important bits here and there- which is probably all i can manage (to recall) anywayy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;well to the genuinely concerned ones out there.. work's gotten semi-sane these days.. but i've lost a lot of the vigour i believe i possessed when i first started out.. i never liked my job but i always did it to the best of my ability.. these days, i'm extremely unmotivated and going to work is such a chore.. my work goes untouched over the weekend- even though i know the week would be that bit more manageable, had i put in an extra hour or two on my precious sat or sunday.. i concentrate for a grand total of 15 mins tops, and then my hand and mind is itching for a distraction.. so when i'm connected to the net, yeahh all hell kinda breaks loose.. i'm on friendster, spying on blogs and basically doing anything and everything that kinda takes my mind off work.. oh yeah and of couse not to forget my good ol' buddy MSN- thank God for small miracles heyyyy ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sighieee so i'm thinking.. since i'm kinda doing jackshit at work- i should do myself a favour (and not to mention PwC) a favour and leavee... but see i'm not much of a risk taker.. sure, leaving seems like the only option and i've been talking about leaving pretty much since i started, heh.. but where do i go from here.. i know animals and babies are my passion but what is it that i wanna do exactly? i speak of doing a degree in zoology and working with animals.. but how much do i know about this field? i'll tell you.. i know zilch.. yet i don't seem to do anything about it.. i'm not researching, speakin to the relevant people or even spending more than 5 mins to dwell on this and try to figure out if zoology's the right way to go.. i keep telling myself, once i quit, i'll get down to doing all i need to figure out my next step in this sad journey called 'life'.. i keep saying, all i want is to be happy... but thats all i do- i just say it.. its about time i made sure things happened for me.. so my next project- is to find me THE perfect job.. hah- good luck to me or watttttttttttttt... i'll keep y'all posted on this k ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;apart from work.. i've been happy *smile* enough said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok all this work talk has kinda reminded me that.. gee shock shock horror horror- i've got work to do.. so yeah i'll best be off to complete it before i'm in more trouble than i already am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;byebye loveliess and i'll be back soon i promiseeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ You've given me a taste of happiness and now i yearn for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm sorry i don't let my heart out to play very often, my mind has a game plan of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What i don't say, i can't hide...So look deep into my eyes for they mirror my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh but listen hard, and you might just hear the soft whispers of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gentle yet certain.. saying, its you that i want.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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;-)'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7146457128141176659</id><published>2007-04-16T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:53:32.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 'mood-menu' for the day and a taste of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm tired. i'm annoyed. i'm in pain and in dire need of a massage. i'm sleep deprived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm hamsterless. i'm moody. i'm grumpy. i'm confused. i'm definitely a professional 'whiner'. i'm hating work, ALOT more each day. i'm feeling even more pessimistic than usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm irritated i'm home while everyone's out. i'm destructive when it concerns your ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm your reality check that nothing comes easy. i'm sounding like i'm full of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm losing the plot. i'm wasting my time. i'm known for making little sense. i'm forgetful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm forgiving, i think. i'm exhausted. i'm random. i'm in need of serious help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm gemini so i'm many people in one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;and now i'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*poof vanish*&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/423730115063859696-7146457128141176659?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7146457128141176659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7146457128141176659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7146457128141176659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054031408151317058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RiOGyc6GykI/AAAAAAAAABY/CgsUFO_HaoU/s320/DSCN5819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two of my personal favourites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-514643532498506223?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/514643532498506223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=514643532498506223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/514643532498506223'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RiOBtc6GyjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9rxsXQjcpbg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054025824693832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RiOBtc6GyjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9rxsXQjcpbg/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Babloo *sniff*&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/423730115063859696-8440164789537180875?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8440164789537180875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8440164789537180875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8440164789537180875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8440164789537180875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-hamsters-gone-to-heaven.html' title='My hamster&apos;s gone to heaven :-('/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/RiOBtc6GyjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9rxsXQjcpbg/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-6978415242418012357</id><published>2007-04-10T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:10:47.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My everything- Simba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rhx6_86GyiI/AAAAAAAAABE/KlRPbjrqtmQ/s1600-h/DSCN6199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rhx6_86GyiI/AAAAAAAAABE/KlRPbjrqtmQ/s320/DSCN6199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If you could only see the way he loves me, maybe you'd understand... what i feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-7104244049562238834</id><published>2007-04-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:02:51.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rhr-Ws6GyhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/co0yAvOy4yU/s1600-h/DSCN6671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rhr-Ws6GyhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/co0yAvOy4yU/s320/DSCN6671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a baby and i'll love you for life. Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7104244049562238834?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7104244049562238834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7104244049562238834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7104244049562238834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7104244049562238834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/04/kiss-kiss.html' title='Kiss Kiss'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rhr-Ws6GyhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/co0yAvOy4yU/s72-c/DSCN6671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-4460901693871345034</id><published>2007-04-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:53:06.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore me while i blabber =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i should be working i know, but i couldnt resist updating my blog.. although being efficient during the day would mean shorter working hours.. but yeahh.. who cares la.. i'm sick sick sick of work and i'm even more sick of complaining about it! bet you are too, hearing about it that is.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anywayzz so yes the weekend flew by as usual.. had me quite an eventful weekend i'd say.. cafe delmar seemed impossible to get to.. haha we met at 7 but only got there like 4 hours later.. lets just say sentosa isnt exactly next door so yeah i guess its kinda expected.. but wow cafe delmar is really gorgeous.. the whole by the beach setting and laid back atmosphere was exactly what the doctor ordered! its definitely worth a re-visit and all you happily attached couplings out there.. sentosa is definitely made for you.. its really really somewhere i'd wanna go IF (more than when) i have a boyyy.. sighieee so now ive got nice places to go to but no boytoy :-( but i've got many fantastic girlies who keep me happy and sane!! (and yes you too shawn- you have to remember you're one of the girls k haha) so yess im glad we decided to try out something different although we kinda ended up going back to familiar territory.. haha yes we spent like 2 hours at cafe delmar then went back to chilliessssss.. haha i know i know.. boat quay was extremely dead, suprisingly.. altho' fri was a public holiday! oh well guess people do have other things to do.. but yeah it still was a good nite.. fri was alrite too.. spent more time outside the club than inside though, but all for a good cause :-) sat was shola's bday which i think went great coz it was all so spontaneous! there was no fixed plan but everything happened beautifully! from gorg' drinks at new asia to cake by the esplanade bay then awesome snackies n beer at TCC and finally chillies!! i hope you had fun shola, i definitely did! muaacckss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;unfortunately sun was a stay in day.. sighie would have loved to go for a movie or jus chill, you know jus to end off the perfect weekend but as my cruel life would have it, i had to do workkkkkkk *bleaughhhhhhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyways its a beginning of a new week.. i guess i can only hope its gonna be bearable.. seriously i don't expect anything anymore.. that way i won't be left disappointed..trust me, defense mechanisms work.. you really are the only one who can protect yourself from falling.. don't be a fool, there is no such thing as a bed of roses.. we only have a hard inviting ground that takes great pleasure in leaving bruises that last a life time.. yeap the pessimistic is out to play, but guess who'll have the last laugh =) *waves and sashays away*&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/423730115063859696-4460901693871345034?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4460901693871345034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4460901693871345034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4460901693871345034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4460901693871345034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/04/ignore-me-while-i-blabber.html' title='ignore me while i blabber =)'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-3093315639536943353</id><published>2007-04-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:14:31.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better times ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wats up everyone!! heleuuu.. its a rather lepak'ish day at work.. of course ive got loads to do in reality, but i'm just being a lazy bum :-) and leaving it for the lonnnng weekend! yayyyy why cant every week have public holidays!! sighiee which brings me back to my sad argument- why cant sat and sun be working days while mon-fri be ya noe.. da 'weekend'! right thats jus like asking why arent goats and sheep the same animal rite *winks at you know whoooo* hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anywayyzz we've got some exciting times lined up for the weekend! cafe delmar tonite, clubbin on fri at wherever- the highlight being NISHA CAN CLUB and our dear sholanana's smashing bday party and hotel stayover on sat n sun! how cool rite.. she's plannin to have a hawaiin theme, and thanks to lavi we got some great ideas on some authentic hawaiin stuff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;speaking of hawaii.. im planning to change my london idea to visit my wild cousin instead.. oh well i still have time to decide, don't i :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yeah so anywayss i am really looking forward to tonite.. heard so much about cafe delmar but we've been such loyal bee's patrons that we havent checked out very much else! and vivo city before that.. gosh, there is so much in this tiny country i havent seen! i am quite da lifeless ah! went to meet shawn on tues and we went to this ultra cool joint called uncabunca (don't quote me on the spelling!).. means umm *ahem* in African and jus to illustrate that point, they have this figurine (no plural needed coz they're kinda 'getting together') going at it! haha! i knowww! its disturbing yet really amusing! check it out guys its really stylo, the place ah not the figurine u dirty minded peeps ;) .. very very tastefully done indeed! then we went to desire (now known as jewel- yeah so much for creative names heyy) for a bit.. sigh i don't mean to be dramatic and all but seriously entering it was so.. nostalgic.. we really had some good times there man.. and i kinda miss the place.. maybe one day, guys? or do i hear some vehement objection.. haha oh well, lets see how it goess i guess! for now we'll jus be happy with chillies for the after partyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and yesterday was funnn! gardens cartel and grease haven- RK eating house was a good way to end my 'off' day :-) i love u my girlies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sighiee i hate my cough! *glares at everyone* of course none of y'all realise i HAVE A COUGH!! no seriously, i will be coughing like every 2 secs but when i mention i have a cough, everyone looks at me like "since when did you have a cough?".. gee thanks guys.. and to tink all this while i thought you'll were good listeners... not anymoreeeeeeeeee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;alriteeee im off to serangood road for some good indian loving haha.. and to thread la, heh! enjoy the weekend babiessss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-3093315639536943353?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3093315639536943353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3093315639536943353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3093315639536943353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3093315639536943353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/04/better-times-ahead.html' title='better times ahead'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-4824073998793236080</id><published>2007-04-01T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:49:13.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no stranger to it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and your heart feels like its been buried beneath a ton of heavy stones,&lt;br /&gt;each one pressing against it, adding on to ache that throbs incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When words exchanged slice through like a knife of a butchers’ on meat,&lt;br /&gt;and you never knew either one of you were capable of such spiteful ways,&lt;br /&gt;till its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think its all over, that you can just pick up the broken pieces and walk away, casting no shadow on the cursed past.&lt;br /&gt;You forget the foot prints, a constant reminder of the past you try so hard to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are so sure it’s all in the mind, that you’re in control of every thought that threatens to enter your already clouded head,&lt;br /&gt;You forget your heart leads its own life, leading you down a path where impulse rules and undesired feelings overcome righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly everything that was within reach is taken away cruelly, for your heart has won the constant war again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know everything is tainted and an air of doubt lurks at every corner.&lt;br /&gt;When deceit and truth are one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that it’s too late, a situation impossible to salvage,&lt;br /&gt;and there is no point holding on to something that was never yours to begin with in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything dawns on you, each time more clear than the first,&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why you keep singing the same tune over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s tired of hearing it, you should be too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re just so used to feeling this way, it’s become a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;You’re ruled by the all too familiar feeling of resentment and a keen desire for vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re left feeling drained, desperate to rid yourself off the nagging thoughts that invade your mind when least expected,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While you attempt to pass up on the sweet dish called revenge,&lt;br /&gt;Know that you're not alone.. For I stand exactly where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-4824073998793236080?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4824073998793236080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=4824073998793236080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4824073998793236080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/4824073998793236080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-stranger-to-it-all.html' title='no stranger to it all'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1184159379786992836</id><published>2007-03-31T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:38:55.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>number crunching overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh no.. i wanted to get my 8 hours of sleep but for some reason (stress probably) i couldnt seem to sleep past 10am.. bleaughhhh.. so i tossed and turned and then thought i'm better off blogging, hah! oh well, its been a while anyway, so its about time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had myself a mad work week, AGAIN! it was really all about work, like it always is, so i don't know why im still not used to it yet. although if i actually get used to it, y'all should be worrying.. that would truly make me a work-a-holic, which contrary to popular belief- DOES NOT DESCRIBE ME AT THIS PRESENT MOMENT! *mumbles angrily* who'd have thought la.. sigh definitely didnt expect my life to turn out this way.. oh well the 27th of each month kinda makes it worth it.. key word being, KINDA.. but aiyah thats wat adult life is about, right.. hate it but cant go back in time, can i? so i'll jus shut up and accept it the way it is. Till the end of the year at least.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know whats wrong with me la. I keep complaining about my job, i already know what it is i want to do (well i have a rough idea la) but i don't seem to do anything to change the way things are. Thats just me la. I recognize the problem, even identify possible ways to rectify the situation but i don't do a god damn thing about it!!!!! i just sit there and wait for things to happen. How la like that, howwwww! aiyah i hate me la *mopes* help me, kay :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anywayss i had a good break yesterday.. was convinced to go out (haha yes i needed some convincing surprisingly) and i had a good time just getting high'ish and dancing madly to my tamil songs.. i had more fun laughin like a freak in shah alam though.. about many random things that i'd love to share with you, but for the life of me cannot remember. but was funnnnn, thanks my loveliesss!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrrghhh i don't know why they call it a weekend, coz the week never seems to endddddddddddddddddddd *stomps angrily* ok la enough whining, im off to my land of numbers...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/423730115063859696-1184159379786992836?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1184159379786992836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1184159379786992836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1184159379786992836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1184159379786992836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/number-crunching-overload.html' title='number crunching overload'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1114452271739438911</id><published>2007-03-25T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:40:42.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the weekend rocked.. or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so this basically sums up my weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;work. eyebags. work. stress. work. stoned. work. movie- yum. work. china one and cheekys- for a grandtotal of max 20 mins each. work. detox. work. anniversary dinner and PRAYERS- blink blink. work. numbers. work. files. work. fights- arrgh. work. suicide attempts- if only. work. headaches. work. lack of sleep. work. no lunches. work. dance- thank you god for that. work. sense of 'lifeless'ness'. and oh yeah did i mention, work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sigh guys..guess u can see i had a horrid weekend and the week ahead doesnt look too different either. God Bless indeed.. Hope i survive the week.. *bleaugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Remember he put the HER in otHER. Lets give him due credit. Its not always her fault."&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/423730115063859696-1114452271739438911?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1114452271739438911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1114452271739438911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1114452271739438911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1114452271739438911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-weekend-rocked-or-not.html' title='And the weekend rocked.. or not.'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-9191572676512926037</id><published>2007-03-23T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:42:23.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I only need my hands to clap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't say you love me.. when you're whispering those 3 words into someone else's ears. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't take me for a fool.. for i am anything, but.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one's stopping you from searching for greener pastures.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just beg of you.. to quit stringing me along your journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its hard to believe all you say, when i can see everything- laid out perfectly for me to witness with my own two eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its even harder, to fend off criticism, when everyone's heard what they have.. that you've been up to no good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why lie to me, and dont even bother lying to yourself.. who exactly are you trying to fool anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we were lovers once, but we're living proof that nothing lasts forever and there's no such thing as i'll always love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm on my road to recovery now.. please let me be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True, i might falter every now and then.. but trust me when i say this. You'll miss me when i'm gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/423730115063859696-9191572676512926037?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/9191572676512926037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=9191572676512926037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/9191572676512926037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/9191572676512926037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-only-need-my-hands-to-clap.html' title='I only need my hands to clap'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-6173258171004646455</id><published>2007-03-10T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:12:47.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-worthlessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;its a hot hot saturday afternoon... and i'm stuck indoors.. working! *mumbles angrily* ok i'm not the kind who jumps at the sight of some bright sunlight so i can go perfect my tan or just lounge by some pool or shit! thats all so.. cliché heyy :) but i just dun appreciate being stuck between four walls when i can be out shopping for a new dress or something *pout* like thats got anything to do with the sun right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yeah so anywayss.. yesterday was one kick-ass chill out session at nish's house man.. combined with the fact its literally a stone's throw away, the booze and games and company was just awesomeeeee! all of us were practically rolling in laughter 3/4 of the time, and trust me the high'ness had NOTHING to do with that! haha and thanks to hornan we now know how a peacock and dolphin sounds, and no thanks to ragi for trying to make us believe a dolphin goes peacockkkkkkkkkkkk hahahha mannnnn it was just plain hilarious! and such a good break from our usual clubbing on a friday night.. loved loved loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tonight's gonna be a 'we-have-to-please-everyone' night.. gotta support 2 different events, both of which we WANT to support.. we're a lil caught in the middle but i guess the genuises in the group will just find a way to sort the sticky situation out! lets hope we manage to make both parties happy! haha yes yes such important people we think we are huh.. *blink blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;gosh was just tokin to shawn d online.. and he was askin me about my love life which has been consistently non-existent for a while now.. he reckons its coz i'm not hangin out at the right places.. but see i'm someone who wants to be found, and not have to find.. i like to leave it to chance, to fate.. like when its meant to be, the right guy will come along.. haha like he'll appear right infront my face with some florescent blinking sign that reads "I'M THE ONE!!"! yeah see thats exactly how i tink it works!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but am i being too complacent? do i actually have to actively search and plant myself at all these events that complement my 'being found' plan.. sigh i really cant seem to bring myself to do that la!! we'll just have to wait and see.. it is a little depressing for sure and i do doubt my self worth at times.. (My girls are so gonna kill me :p ) but lets just hope i'm not as bad as i imagine k.. and that one day, just maybe, i'll chance upon Mr right.. and when i do.. i hope i know! :) haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;alright my loves i'm off now.. much much loveeeee &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/423730115063859696-6173258171004646455?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6173258171004646455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6173258171004646455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6173258171004646455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6173258171004646455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/self-worthlessness.html' title='Self-worthlessness'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-5481949269527095366</id><published>2007-03-06T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:58:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got me an animal farm :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;plans plans plans!! i've got so many of 'em! I'm on leave for the whole first week of July.. am planning a trip to KL and my gorgeous hawainn chica has volunteered [ completely on her accord, i swear i didnt hold a gun to her head ;) ] to plan us the most exciting KL trip ever! hahaha well lavi, i've set the standard for u, haven't i?? i've got faith in you girlfriend!! well i'm jus assumin my girls will also be free!! we love our KL trips so i reckon it won't be hard to convince anyone!! anyone who reads my blog, please feel free to invite yourself.. don't worry we're a little anti-social but we promise to behave on the trip ;-) no seriously it'll be fun guys!! lets all goooooooooo!! *jumps around eagerly then stops coz there already was an earthquake this morning :/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha then there's also my london plannn.. and thats hopefully in september.. i've never been a Europe person actually.. call me a freak, but yes, i've turned my parents' invite down so many times to go with them to places like spain, turkey, paris blah blah blah.. yeah just never been a fan of that side of the world.. but i suddenly wanna see london and maybe paris.. jus to check out the life over there.. no museums and the works please.. i'll prob sleep during the day and yeah i'm sure you can figure out the next bit that'll follow ;-) but the london plan is subject to changes, and i'm up for suggestions.. so hit me peopleeee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;then there's my birthday plan.. yes i'm big on birthdays! love 'em and i love to spoil myself (not that i don't usually) during that period.. last year (as sho loves to remind me) i had celebrated the whole week!! was so fun la.. we clubbed, went to the beach and just.. made me happy.. sigh did i mention i LOVEEEE birthdays! ok correction, MY birthday :) ok now that i've made my point, lets move alonggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;oh no wait we can't move along.. i was about to mention my birthday plan! *hah* sorry guyss.. ok so i'm plannin to use my mommy's raffles hotel voucher and book a room either on my bday eve or over the weekend.. i shall consider that carefully and update you'll when the important decision has been made =) and its gonna be another week of fun!!! so please, those important to me, please please keep yourselves free k! *muacksss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;okk so like those are jus SOMEE of the upcoming plans.. i'm really lookin forward to my break! i swear workin life is so so badd.. sigh i think i've established that point one too many times before, so i shall spare you'll the same ol' sob story this time 'round.. (to those who know wat im tokin about, i'm having the around and round debate in my head again *meek*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;sigh i've got so much work to do and procrastinating is just gonna give me even worse eyebags and trust me i've got them bad enough.. aight i'm outta hereee, wish me luckkkkkk... and a life *bleaughh*&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/423730115063859696-5481949269527095366?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5481949269527095366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5481949269527095366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5481949269527095366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5481949269527095366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/plans-plans-plans-ive-got-so-many-of-em.html' title='i&apos;ve got me an animal farm :-D'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-510802190782835460</id><published>2007-03-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T05:38:39.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The closet romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"And the romance of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; saturated &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, why can't i be the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and when will "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" ever happen to me :-( i want to experience the story-book-romance, i really really do.. Sigh, i guess some of us aren't that lucky huh.. I'll jus be content with what i have.. Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-510802190782835460?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/510802190782835460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=510802190782835460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/510802190782835460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/510802190782835460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/closet-romantic.html' title='The closet romantic'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-2491667951086922540</id><published>2007-03-01T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:28:00.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out in the open</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm not a toy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;stop playing with me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm only human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my heart is on the line, did you not know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was easily bought over by your FAKE affection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but i'm stronger than that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wish you only knew how i felt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you made a difference, you made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I never really knew what you thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;your actions spoke louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I guess i read it all wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and i've only got me to blame.. yes life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've finally recognized you as a phase; a distraction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thank you, for you've built the bridge from my past to the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And thats all you are to me 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/423730115063859696-2491667951086922540?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2491667951086922540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2491667951086922540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2491667951086922540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2491667951086922540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-in-open.html' title='out in the open'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1725592068414715830</id><published>2007-02-26T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:24:35.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on my past, bring me to the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm in sucha blah mood.. didnt even want to blog but neither do i wanna do my work (although its staring at me with its evil eyes) so i figured blogging would buy me a few seconds, fine minutesss *bleaughhhh* oh well, who said money comes easy aye.. 'cept for those lucky freaks who are born to bloody money plants maybee.. being a student was seriously the best period of my life.. of course i'm only human, coz i never appreciated those good ol' days.. im not even gonna try to relive those times; the plan will fall right flat in my face coz this time i have to support myself! haha so basically being a student isnt the fun bit, its being able to run to your parents for every damn expense! ok ok call me spoilt, pampered, whatever.. but guess i'm paying back now so yes you're having the last laugh *sticks tongue out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ok this whining bullshit gets me nowhere, yet i seem to do it best.. if only i use half that energy (and time!) to do my damn work, i'd be done by now! *blink blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hokaay quick update.. yesterday's dance practice was most fun but also most depressing! kajarare is super duper fast-paced! and most of them already knew the dance, so being a new learner amongst the experts didnt do very much for my already deflated ego! but tis ok i shall persevere *woot woot* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;only got back at 6.30 so i missed the first bit of dhool! so sad i didnt get to see NUS's and acidhouz's performance! i was extremely impressed by juju's solo bit (from acidhouse) for the 1 minute round! haha i was tryna figure out if that was juju, when ragi messaged me 'juju!' haha yes we're related for a reason indeed! so like yes everyone's pretty upset that NUS won.. i cant really comment since i missed their dance.. but i'm pretty much a fan of their work otherwise, judging from the quarter and semi- finals, so i'm not too apalled by their victory..haha tho i personally voted for anarchy 99 and diversity!! aiyooo but seriously they were all good laa (ok mostly) i swear the talent present amongst the young indian community is commendable.. i'm truly impressed! amazing choreography, unbelievable synchrony and such inspiring style! i'm genuinely in awe of all the dhool dancers! kudos to all you dhool'ies! =) i want to be you when i grow up!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ok ok reality is calling me, rather rudely might i add, so i better respond before i die a horrible death.. although i reckon that might be better than *gag* work.. *wails miserably*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I just want to be happy. You MAKE yet BREAK my smile. Well done.&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/423730115063859696-1725592068414715830?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1725592068414715830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1725592068414715830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1725592068414715830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1725592068414715830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/blame-it-on-my-past-bring-me-to-present.html' title='Blame it on my past, bring me to the present'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-1447711296982076542</id><published>2007-02-23T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:16:55.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue- like the bug =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;guys no really.. i tink i shall answer your many BUG tags by way of post *pun intended* hahaha ok i seriously forgot about the damn bug and my not so damned mom! but since i have many concerned friends i decided to actually find out how the poor lady was doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All this while she's watching some SUN TV movie, where this lady with a huge ass red pottu (i swear i can use the pottu as a beach mat and fit in a family of four or something) shoots out some arrows- from her pottu mind u- at the bad guys.. *rolls eyes* and we wonder why the manjans make fun of us! anyways so my point is, she's watching this shockingly entertaining movie right, so her answers are a little.. distracted.. haha nonetheless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ME: (in my un-emo voice which you'll are probably no stranger to) So umm, ma, how's the ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom: (eyes fixed on TV but a in pitiful voice) Still hurts *i'd add a pout for effect :-)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ME: Really? Must have bitten you or something.. or maybe laid some eggs and started a family going? seeing as to how you kindly provided it a home so it wanted let its children grow under your care as well.. *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom: *looks at me with her 'soda petti kannadis' and considers what i said for a fraction of a sec* Maybe.. cos it still hurts and i can't sleep on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ok at this point i feel a little bad for making a joke out of the whole thing, but im also like more bored than bugged by her answers, so i just like gave her this you-poor-thing look and like came back to my comp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha but well she'll be alright guys... dun worry.. i reckon the bug's in a worse position than she's in so we should also feel sorry for the lil fella, no? and how did the poor dude get there in the first place.. thats truly an unsolved mystery and she has no clue.. she blamed in on poor simba-lingam at first but ruled that out since the poor dog has never been spotted with such interesting bugs before.. oh well.. it was all meant to be i say..but i bet the bug never regretted any other move in its sad lonely life before.. *tear* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ok like thats been a load of bullshit.. hahaha a pat on the back for you if you've come thus far :-) yesterday was a gooooooood night!! it was an unusually usual friday night *grin* i drove to DXO which means i didnt spend a single cent!! didnt really dance much, or at all i should say, but just soakin in the atmosphere and catching some pretty sights here and some not sooooo pretty sights there (referring to our lingerie model) made it all worth it!! and then shola, ragima and i had prata like the good ol' days!! i enjoyed it girliessss but alco-me needs some tonight so be preparedddd :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;aight im off now.. need to attempt to do some office work.. sigh and before i start wallowing in self pity i better get my ass outta here.. ciaooooooo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ps- my post is blueeeeeeee like you know whooooo :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-1447711296982076542?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/1447711296982076542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=1447711296982076542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1447711296982076542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/1447711296982076542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/blue-like-bug.html' title='Blue- like the bug =)'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-6312428390230998963</id><published>2007-02-22T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T04:36:40.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bug-a-booo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hahah feels like my blog is full of bug tags!! everyone seems to be in love with the lil blue bug! haha of course my mom wun be too thrilled to hear the bugs got more attention than she did :-D poor thing la.. she was like seriously traumatised, even while she was relating the story.. i actually felt sorry for her and you knowwwwwww how i dun usually lean towards that side of the equation where my mom is concerned.. but like yeah i think thats one of my biggest fears in life.. having some creepy crawlie in my ear *shudders* ok i have this belief that the more u tok about them creatures the more they'll visit you.. so kap-chup this conversation ends here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yeah so today was a hell tiring day at work.. days like this make me re-think wat da hell im doin in audit.. soon, malibu, soon.. sigh thats all i can tell myself to keep sane la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;weekend's almost here.. planning to go for dance class tmw, its been too long.. have practice again on sunday so its gonna be a dance-y weekend.. im actually lookin forward to it.. got a performance comin up in April, so everybodyyyyy i'm giving you'll advance notice :-D i kinda like the items we're gonna perform so i'm not dreading practices like i usually do *yay* and i'm looking forward to the cries of plea from my muscles the day after prac!! My pain. My thrill. :-)of course once i start goin for the classes it'll be a different story la but for now we'll be happy k :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anywaysss gotta go guyss.. sorry for this absolutely boring post.. i didnt even have a lil fella to make it all exciting but *wink* i might have other stories to tell ya'll tmwwwwwwww *waves goodbyeeeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-6312428390230998963?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6312428390230998963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6312428390230998963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6312428390230998963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6312428390230998963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/bug-booo.html' title='bug-a-booo'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8992550002792380127</id><published>2007-02-21T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T04:37:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-week hyperness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok so the good thing about today is it feels like a monday but its WEDNESDAY!! woo haaaa! ok so little things in life make me happy, deal with it already! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went to work friggin early coz the whole of singapore's on leave so the roads were damn clear! took a nice slow walk to Fuji Xerox building from my usual drop off and i was still early :I so i had me a gorgeous caramel latte at coffeebean and read through my work stuff, which i so ambitiously brought home to do over the long weekend but didnt even end up even glancing at! so yeah spent some quality time with myself then headed up to the client's place at 9am sharp! but thennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... *pauses to add some suspense* ;-) my laptop sorta semi-crashed! so i had to lug it all the way back to office!! (aka drop off point in da morning!!) oh well the lappie (and i of course) were stuck there till 3pm! sigh well i wouldnt complain usually about this 'stroke of luck' but this week is like such a rushed week! oh well i lepaked in office, had a 2 hr lunch and only made my way back to the client's like 5 hours later when the IT dudes had finally fixed it... oh well i've had to bring work back home so i guess its not sucha great deal ah :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anywayyy nothing out of the ordinary happened today.. except for this really gross story.. my poor mommy was complainin about some really bad ear-ache tis mornin.. and she thought its coz like she somehow scratched the inside of her ears.. but by noon she couldnt take the pain so she went to the doc.. and guess wat guys.. there was a BLUE BUG inside..  clinging on for dear life!! *gag* i know i'm sorry for grossing you out but i jus HAD to share that 'exciting' news :-) hahaha have a good dinner ya'll!!!!!! muackssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-8992550002792380127?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8992550002792380127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8992550002792380127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8992550002792380127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8992550002792380127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/mid-week-hyperness.html' title='mid-week hyperness!!'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-3670030566850907245</id><published>2007-02-19T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:40:28.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times go by too fast for comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;*cough cough* crapppp.. thats what i feel like, total crap.. ok fine maybe i'm not feelin THAT bad la but mannn.. 5 days of partying non-stop (except for thurs nite) has definitely taken a toll on my body and god knows wat else.. i think i need to re-think this lifestyle of mine.. having said that, i reckon history is gonna repeat itself come Friday.. great innit *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;haha this whole blink blink thing is becoming part of my identity man... jesh and all are so inspired (or more amused possibly) that they were conspiring on how they're gonna make it an MSN emoticon.. that WOULD be cool ah.. considering the fact i do that quite a fair bit in real life, it should exist in my online world, just to give it that extra personal touch *beams*&lt;br /&gt;aight enough going on about un-important things.. lets see... wat has happened that's worth blogging.. oh no i think the whole theory of alcohol kills your brain cells is actually true.. [ok think i jus proved it there :-) ] i cant really remember what i did this whole long weekend..&lt;br /&gt;ok no i can do this.. *thinks carefully*&lt;br /&gt;ok to sum it up i pretty much hung out with the chicas every day.. we went to BQ bar on sat, then gotham.. the dancers were there, flaunting umm.. themselves haha! but i love dance of all sorts so i had a good time watching their moves.. i thought they were pretty awesome la, but i don't think everyone agrees with me.. to each his own ayeee :-)&lt;br /&gt;then went to chillies after that.. don't know why we had to be such die-hard clubbers but haha ending off at chillies seems to be part of the routine these days.. so much so that if we don't end up there we feel a little.. thrown off track... hahahhaa ok that is SOO not true! i like to drama'fy, dun mind me :-) but yeah so it was another past 7am-piss-the-parents-off night that seems to be quite da norm these days.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;anyway on sun it was a quiet'ish nite.. went to bumbles, which was really empty and then had supper at shah-alam! and yeah that was it!! a far cry from our usual ah!&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday we had dinner at this gorgeous cafe- tiamo! our darlin mike's workin there so we went to support him and in turn had us many many drinkssss! cheryl and i practically finished a bottle of wine, had some beer ( i know!! i'm a convert now!!) and another glass of wine each! yeah well, scary alco-me was still up for more drinks at DXO.. i jus love sitting outside DXO and having the towers.. DXO was having some PROMISCUOUS (this word still brings on peals of laughter!!) nite so it was damnn crowded inside la. thank god we could jus sit outside, away from the real world :-) after DXO was chilles (AGAIN) to meet ragi n sivaLam! the tamil music was da bombbbb and of coz my 2 secs of eye candy made it all worth it *bashful smile* had a bit of a hell ride home but tis okk i can stomach some daytona drama i guess... :-)&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo this is jus a radom memory.. on sun nite my bro n sis-in-law came over for dinner... my parents decided to have this bondin session and they put on this VCD of our USA holiday- my parents and i went for 8 years ago!! yes that would be back in my roundER days.. wahhhh my bro was jus laughin and laughin la.. apparently all he saw on screen was 2 bears and their cub, coz he couldnt stop goin on about that! yes that would be my parents and me, incase you didnt get that! how horrible ah!! so much for a bonding session.. more like can-i-kill-the-sibling session if you ask me! haha i left soon after they put the vcd on, so he's alive, dun worry :-)&lt;br /&gt;alriteeee its bac to work tomorrow.. sigh i might attempt to do some "homework" later.. wishful thinking but it doesnt hurt to be ambitious once in a while right? :-) hope everyone's goood!! muacksssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-3670030566850907245?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/3670030566850907245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=3670030566850907245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3670030566850907245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/3670030566850907245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-times-go-by-too-fast-for-comfort.html' title='good times go by too fast for comfort'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-14958266813394246</id><published>2007-02-17T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:16:14.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Triston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rda4VlgXxAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KCd7c9fS4To/s1600-h/baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032412314617758722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rda4VlgXxAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KCd7c9fS4To/s200/baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the one ive been going on about.. now you understand my addiction? :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-14958266813394246?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/14958266813394246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=14958266813394246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/14958266813394246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/14958266813394246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-triston.html' title='Baby Triston'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0vbRhzXqYkI/Rda4VlgXxAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KCd7c9fS4To/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-2236134892570824216</id><published>2007-02-16T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:03:37.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the wind blows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;man its been a while.. been so extremely busy at work [ among many other things of coz ;-) ] that i just didnt find the time to blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wednesday.. valentines day.. hmmm lets not get all cynical again :D but yeah.. our resident clown- vivian- celebrated his 21st bday at bumbles.. haha yeah we've given him enought shit for the choice of place already :) but it was a fun night for sure.. coz it was like everyone knew everyone and all my babygirls were there and trust me thats a rare occurrence! of coz dear birthday boy got pissed drunk, so before there was a repeat performance of you know what, the boys decided to send him home.. i had a part to play in his drunken stupor coz i got him a flamin sambuka and a terquila so i now i feel bad :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;next day i had to wake up early'ish to go get my MC *ahem*.. the doc i go to is opposite uncle bigg's house so i met him for lunch.. it was his exam week so our unshaven boy was extremely stoned and refused to eat at first! but tis ok i managed to work my magic ;-) we went to cafe cartel in gardens and had us some yummy salad and a not so great mini platter! oh mann now i crave the caeser salad! came home after that and slept for a bit.. and then went to steff's house!! sigh triston is really the cutest baby alive.. i seriously am extremely addicted.. played with him right up from the time he woke up till he feel asleep hours later.. and best part is he feel asleep in my arms.. sigh its really indescribable la the feeling.. yes yes my maternal clock is ticking.. i hear youuuuuuuu *arrggghhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then came friday.. work was quite.. gross :-( the clients' were all either on leave or on half-day leave.. they should have just declared it a holiday right! couldnt get much achieved so everything was left hanging in mid-air.. great innit, what with the long weekend.. so ive got 3 days next week to finish up shit loads.. sweet! *blink blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;went to dxo at niteeee.. and then chillies after.. a few dramas over the course of the night but overall i had fun.. i always do :-) the menu for tonight looks sorta different.. movie, watch the match then possibly gotham.. but we shall see where the night lead us eventually *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adieu my loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just something ive been thinking about- why is it once they've clinched the deal they forget how hard they had to work to get it? do they need some jolts to their memory- or do they need to lose it all to realise its worth? its only human i know, but we need to start recognizing the treasure infront of us.. before it turns to dust. think about it, i will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-2236134892570824216?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2236134892570824216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=2236134892570824216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2236134892570824216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/2236134892570824216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-wind-goes.html' title='where the wind blows...'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-7064600355016589495</id><published>2007-02-13T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:03:37.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the cynic speaks</title><content type='html'>i dun geddit. why do we repeatedly do the same things, make the same mistakes, only to suffer the similar fate.. and mind u, we know what we're getting ourselves into. but its so easy to forget all the bad times, the anger, the hatred, the immense pain.. we can just throw 'em away with a flick of the wrist, just like that.. maybe we forget all, in a moment of weakness but maybe we just don't care. Why is it we don't practice what we preach.. we advice another like we've been thru hell and back so they should learn from our life's experiences instead of having to tread down that path on their own.. Yet when the same advice should be heeded by us, we choose to ignore it coz it makes us happier to give in.. Is that temporary happiness enough to pacify you when you end up hurt AGAIN. Is the pain you KNOW is on its way to your door not enough to stop you right in your tracks so you can turn around before its too late? or is it already too late? Love makes us do stupid things but thats no excuse. Giving in is easy but recovering can take a lifetime. Just remember that. Call me a cynic, call me a pessimist. I'd rather live my life alone sometimes. But don't worry i'll never tell you "i told you so". I'll still be here for you, and listen to your sob story again, even though WE both saw that coming.. But above that, i'll pray it works out for you this time.. Coz i don't like to see you hurt again.. the heart wrenching sobs were real, your happiness was the facade. Thats why i just don't geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- i am/have been a victim of my own crime. how hyprocritical aye. dun mind me.. *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-7064600355016589495?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7064600355016589495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=7064600355016589495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7064600355016589495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/7064600355016589495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-cynic-speaks.html' title='and the cynic speaks'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-364172465907139543</id><published>2007-02-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T06:19:35.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>malibu pineapple for the soul ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it is me again.. i know, twice in one day.. yeah yeah get over it :D its just that i don't feel like ive blogged yet, coz i was rushin in the afternoon! so didnt really get to put much thought into what i was writing.. and i HATE that :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gosh im soooo frigging tired... all you lucky bastards who get to leave at 5.30 or 6 or whenever your offical work hour ends.. please freaking appreciate that privilege! sigh.. seriously i just want a normal'ish 9-6 job la.. right now i have a 9-forever job.. any takers out there?? i dare you to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;was just talkin to my darlin cousin lavi online.. the lucky biatch is in hawaii, perving on her hot lecturers and having a tough time choosing between two hunks for her valentine's date! i mean like wat da hell right.. some people have all the luck in the world.. its no wonder i'm left with none! sobbbbbbbbbb! but tis okkk i love that little one to bits! she's sucha darling la! and im definitely goin to hawaii sometime this year.. missykins is already behaving like a local, so i'm pretty sure i'll see the best of hawaii, with her as my guide! can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Valentine's day in an hour.. mannn.. i was tryin to recollect what i did for the past few valentine's days..  The one thats the most memorable would be my first v-day wit uncle bigg.. Miss congeniality, the bracelet, the 'i was gonna ask you but your phone rang and you had to leave', the head on shoulder'ness.. sighieeeeeeeee.. those were the days man.. no complications just pure innocence.. and then we had this other v-day where we cooked! haha ok he cooked while i attempted to :-)  no big surprise there innit! oh well.. memoriess indeedd! *hug* Happy Valentine's day ya'll!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okk i'm ready to pass out now.. i'm off!! nighttttttttttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-364172465907139543?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/364172465907139543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=364172465907139543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/364172465907139543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/364172465907139543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/malibu-pineapple-for-soul.html' title='malibu pineapple for the soul ;-)'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-6314600758693479215</id><published>2007-02-12T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:30:51.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im late!A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;helloooo.. got like 5 mins before i need to leave to take my 5 km walk to meet dear aruna for lunch! ok ok more like 0.5 km but hey they dun call me drama queen for nothin ya noe :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the beach was great!! i loved jus sitting by the water and sipping on my stout.. the sound of da waves is oh-so- therapeutic! sighieeee.. i'm going to make this beach-visits a habit.. anyone else interesteddd??? :-D haha i dunno why im suddenly into drinkin stout.. all thanks to mega d.. he intro'ed it to me @ BQ last week! haha mann the drinkin days in perth were maddddd.. he used to mix me the most potent of drinks!! but yeahh i needed 'em.. haha.. yeahh i need help, i know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tomorrow is V-day.. haha also Vivian's bday.. all these V's ahh haha.. so like im still wondering how i'm gonna go for that and then work the next day.. i really wanna call in sick but im not sure if i can afford to.. coAz its a long weekend which means i have less days to complete my work.. crap!! why oh why do i have to work again!! i wish i never had to grow up.. *sulk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okk i am reallie late now crappppp... okok ciao folks! *kisskiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ps- i read this at the gym yesterday. "To make your body change, you need to stress it". All i gotta say is.. God is cruel.. Good things don't come easy for sure.. God damn it bull shit. Oh what a Blasphemy *heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-6314600758693479215?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6314600758693479215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=6314600758693479215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6314600758693479215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/6314600758693479215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-latea.html' title='Im late!A'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-5267287681279380708</id><published>2007-02-12T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T02:52:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday came fast. But Monday came sooner *bleaughh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;wasssuuppp everybodiee :-D and how are we today?? *looks around with a smile*&lt;br /&gt;hiack hiack ok sounds like i had some fab day and i'm the best of moods right! well.. guess after having been thru those 4am days, i've got no right to complain ever again! haha infact today i took a super duper long lunch!! nicely went threading at lil india, went to raffles city and bought perfume all and then like strolled back into my client's place 2 and a 1/2 hours later!! come onnn don't you think i deserve this after all my other shitty clients!! oh well.. am still in the office but will be ciao'ing soon.. goin to the gym [thank you PwC for makin it free for us. i luff you for that, ONLY =) ] then goin to da beachhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! so happieeeee so so happieeeee!! ok you know how i love that place right.. sigh.. one day i swear i'm gonna get me a house by da beach.. just watch and see hmmph! or.. you can get me da house also la, i dunch mindd =)&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was awesome!! DXO was seriously da bomb!! i love it la.. was so fun wit all the babygirls!! shinaaaaa you must club more often ok! oh what a great influence i am.. but yeahh.. shina, by the way, is officially my blog Goddess [move over shola ;-) haha but you are still my God for many other thingsss k shnowmiee *wink*] She's seriously da bomb diggity la this shina darlingg!! she spent like many hours to beautify malibu's blog *tear* haha! *muacksss*&lt;br /&gt;and Sat was most fun too... some quality time with the chicas at BQ where, thanks to birthday girl Cheryl, we got alot of ahem attention! hahha.. free shots la, special candle lighting services la, major flirting with the manager la [by Cheryl of coz ;-) ]... was damnn funny laa.. and bumbles and chillies after that was goooot as well.. although i was seriously sitting in one corner n stoning (not to mention, YAWNING) in the beginning.. but tis alrite.. my good buddy - Mr alcohol- came along and kept me in high SPIRITS for the rest of the night *grin*&lt;br /&gt;And dhool on Sunday with ragima and sivaLam was also most entertaining.. wow.. talkin about dhool, sangeetha reminded me on sunday i've been learnin dance for 21 friggin years now.. crap.. that is hell long.. and sigh, i don't seem to be too motivated to even go for classes these days.. but yes i shall think about all those years invested and do somethin about it, ok? :-)&lt;br /&gt;alriteeee i shall be off nowww.. need to go get my adrenaline pumpinggggg wooohaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;see ya folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-5267287681279380708?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5267287681279380708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=5267287681279380708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5267287681279380708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/5267287681279380708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/wasssuuppp-everybodiee-d-and-how-are-we.html' title='Friday came fast. But Monday came sooner *bleaughh*'/><author><name>Malini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05066854021195836110</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-423730115063859696.post-8169983341858753477</id><published>2007-02-08T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:34:56.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy *jumps around ecstatically and triggers off some tsunami alerts* heh&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had a ball of a time having many 4-somes laaaa.. i know.. 3-somes just aint good enuff no more ;-) ok ok all u pervs.. relac ahhh :) i meant like 4-way conversations on MSN with cheryl, shina, shola and shawn!! hahaha was super duper entertaining! of coz until i kept getting booted out of the conversation la : / stupid pms'ing MSN! haha but was fun while it lasted for sure! i hope they come online again to keep me sane at work!!&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to the beachhhhh in da nite but the plan has been 'postponed'.. lets see if i actually end up going!! sigh i abosolutelyyyyy love the beach.. its seriously my haven!! when i die i don't wanna go to heaven or hell (duh).. i wanna go to the beach :D ok ah, thanks Goddddddddddd *muacksss*&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tonite and tomorrow.. ok fine all of you'll just shut it.. i know i club too much for my own good but it makes me happy ok... and you want me to be happy, no? and when i'm happy you're happy, so its a good deal, don't cha' reckonn ;-) i knew i'd make u see it my way *grin*&lt;br /&gt;so sad my sanity check is sreeeepinggg.. haha i made a lil promise after yesterday, shola, i will never wake up again kkkkk (unless of coz i'm supposed to la *heh*) thats why i never call youuu todayyy.. coz wowiee junior juice.. shola makes u payyy mannn.. one little phonecall and she blogs and bulletin-s about it... tsk tsk this girl is full of vengeance xiaaa ;-) haha the phone conversation last nite was so funny laaa.. she's sucha psycho! but i admit it takes one psycho to humour another, so yes i'm guilty as charged :D love u shnowmieee and cant wait to see your sexy (or should i say clean) powdered and sprayed armpits later hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;alrite folks im off! adieu my lovess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought.. mind you its JUST a thought.. don't YOU go mull over it too much aight..&lt;br /&gt;"We're prisoners in the same trap, but at least you deserve the punishment. I've done nothing."&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/423730115063859696-8169983341858753477?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8169983341858753477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=8169983341858753477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8169983341858753477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423730115063859696/posts/default/8169983341858753477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-jumps.html' 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was a walk down memory laneee! was like a day in perth! met my darlin jinderbai for lunch at raffles place.. haha we went from one eatery to another but like every damn thing was packed! we finally settled for banquet at clifford pier and i had my yummy yong tau fu *happy smile* dun ask me why but i'm addicted! it was awesome meeting up with her.. babygirl and i share loadss of memories and i am so glad she's in my life.. jinder i want you to know i'm always here for you k.. things may seem bleak now, but trust me they can only get better!! *muackssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the nite was an impromptu lunch with the infamous Mega D ;-) haha a far cry from my earlier plan of gym'fying! but it was most funnnn! we had a gorgeous drink each, at BQ bar then headed down to Gardens to have some local delights =) haha the fool was embarrassing the hell out of me at BQ but i shant get into the story coz... i'm too lazy *hee* but thanks mega d, i had a lovely timeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;got home at elevenish and plopped straight into bed... best part is two of my perth darlins messaged me randomly just as i was about to sleep!! sighhh tis a sign guyssss... i wanna go backkkkkkkkkkkk :-( soon soon.. if all goes well, as planned.. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;aight guys i'm off.. once again my exciting numbers are calling out to me from the 59th storey of OUB centre.. how thrilling indeed.. haha see ya peeps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-931906698004777637?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/931906698004777637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=931906698004777637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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another.. possibly the product of a muddled up head- but do try to keep up wogaaay =)&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting excited!! talking to ragimaa online and she's decided to come to DXO on fridayyy!! gone are the days where ragi's the one who will have to convince us to club mannn.. thats wat happens wen you're off the market i guess *winks at ragi* next babe, you'll have to club in trackies jus to prove that point!&lt;br /&gt;it's cheryl's birthday todayyy! happy birthday gorgeoussssssss!! we all laus you to many itsy bitsy pieces!! *muacksssssss*&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i've bored myself to death with my boring post so before i kill more people i'll jus like say tata and get my sorry ass back to reality.. sadly work beckons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love this song.. so here goes... sigh.. don't cry ok *weak smile* much love peeps! see ya'll soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me softly&lt;br /&gt;There is something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang your head in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel inside I&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;Somethin is changin' inside you&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;I still love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a whisper&lt;br /&gt;And give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it so hard now&lt;br /&gt;And please don't take it so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;And the times we had...baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;And please remember that I never lied&lt;br /&gt;And please rememberhow I felt inside now honey&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make it your own way&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright now sugar&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come the morning light now baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight And don't you cry tonight And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry Don't you ever cry Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry Don't you ever cry Don't you cryTonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-620297952970159579?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malinilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/620297952970159579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=423730115063859696&amp;postID=620297952970159579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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finally blogging *heh* was shola my baby-nola who set up this account for me and posted my very first post!! i'm very very new to all this so forgive me if its like not up to expectations ok (if you even have expectations you deserve to be disappointed hah) but yeahhhhhhhhh ive caught on to the blogging syndrome.. a bit hypocritical considering the fact i kinda used to laugh at bloggers, wondering why anyone would even bother.. but yes we'll see how long this phase lasts for me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;will be back soon!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423730115063859696-844538519735119417?l=malinilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423730115063859696.post-4094688112411702439</id><published>2007-01-23T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:22:59.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alice cooper-poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your cruel device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your blood like ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One look could kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My pain your thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna love you, but I better not touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;stopI wanna kiss you, but I want it too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You're poison, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and I don't wanna break these chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your mout, so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your web, I'm caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your skin ,so wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Black lace on sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hear you calling and it's needles and pins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You're poison, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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