<?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-7604972768057747758</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:41:07.275+08:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Emo Moments'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Daily Stuff'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Fun Days'/><category term='Interesting Facts'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Bobble's Bubble</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of an all-so boring individual to make it seem life is interesting and by default - HIM!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2199659237277273761</id><published>2010-10-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:00:21.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>An update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;In case you didn't get the memo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FREAKING PASSED MEDICAL SCHOOL!! WOOHOO!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yes after 5 years of slogging and cramming I have finally graduated from medical school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;At times it feels like it took me forever to reach here and then there are times when I just feel time flew by so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is just an amazing feeling to finally have something to show all those people who said 'Why you still studying?' or 'Not working yet ah?' In your face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Double degree graduate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Hah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am ever so excited to start this new phase of my life where I can finally work on building my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As I leave my medical student life, i definitely need to acknowledge the presence of my wonderful friends and batchmates. Without these people my medical school life wouldn't have been so exciting and I wouldn't have so many memories and stories to recall and remember. To all these people you guys are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and it truly is a pleasure to graduate alongside you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;To my friends: Words cannot describe how I feel about you guys. You have been there through all the drama and fun. What a ride it has been!! Thank you so much for every little thing you guys have done. Memories to last a lifetime and a bond that would transcend years....&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-2199659237277273761?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2199659237277273761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2199659237277273761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2199659237277273761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='An update....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6194341394642614689</id><published>2010-09-22T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:44:20.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;21st of September 2010... This date marks the final day of my 5 year battle and struggle in medical school &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*Yes it was a struggle for me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This past month has really been a tough one for me - stuffing in all that information learnt over the past 5 years - I felt like I was going to lose it. But now it's all over and the wait is here. Waiting for that day to come. That day that will change my life and make my parents happy that finally their son has done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What can I do now? PRAY!!! Pray!!! and pray! =P&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-6194341394642614689?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6194341394642614689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6194341394642614689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6194341394642614689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-76301535836965237</id><published>2010-09-03T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:22:20.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>Today - 2nd Sept 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TH_5TcnSjNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g5UKgt9vfAk/s1600/cimoving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TH_5TcnSjNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g5UKgt9vfAk/s320/cimoving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512398581418593490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of all the days you have hurt me today has been the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;That tone in your voice I recognize it all so well and I guess hearing you today did snap me back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am confused as to what I should do and how I should react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As of now I am pissed and so very hurt. So don't bother saying anything because after today things are gonna be different. I did say this would happen but you said I shouldn't preach my concepts in life. So whatever to that! you would realize how much you have hurt me one day and by the time that comes I would have recovered and would have found the strength to say what I cannot say now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whatever is said this is on me. I brought is upon myself and I should have been more careful. You had your time now let me have mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-76301535836965237?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/76301535836965237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-2nd-sept-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/76301535836965237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/76301535836965237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-2nd-sept-2010.html' title='Today - 2nd Sept 2010'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TH_5TcnSjNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g5UKgt9vfAk/s72-c/cimoving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-7882486031614917797</id><published>2010-09-01T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:33:28.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>I hate you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HATE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;YOU! I HATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; with a capital &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H A T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is your sole purpose in life to see me hurt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;If that is so, well &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Congratu-fucking-lations!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;accomplished for you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Now pack up and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LEAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TH5juh6CBeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xKH2uAmrQLo/s320/Effing-Hate-_clean_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TH5ju5MnyyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/L8mzprRhjnE/s320/hate-image2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-7882486031614917797?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7882486031614917797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7882486031614917797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7882486031614917797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TH5juh6CBeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xKH2uAmrQLo/s72-c/Effing-Hate-_clean_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2533334962129492583</id><published>2010-08-31T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:13:19.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Almost halfway done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/THvYiM_RPYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xt8SIAYtTWI/s1600/30-08-10_2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/THvYiM_RPYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xt8SIAYtTWI/s320/30-08-10_2219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511236651131682178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today at 12 something in the afternoon marked the end of my Final MBBS MEQ portion of the examinations. It started last Friday with the medicine paper and today was the surgical paper. Both paper had their pros and cons but whatever they are I'm just glad that it is over. I hope I had done enough to at least pull my marks up to a passing grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Next hurdle would be the multiple choice questions which begin on Wednesday and end on Friday. Looking forward to the weekend?? Not really. I still have my OSCE exam on the following Tuesday. It is like a never-ending strings of exams one after the other. I hope I come out of this as a doctor. I really don't want to spend another 6 months staring at my text books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today after the paper I decided I wanted to go bowling! It was my way of kinda releasing all my anger, stress and tension. And it kinda worked after bowling strikes and spares I did feel much better afterwards. Highest score so far 172. =D Next target to score more than 200! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;After bowling, Daveena, Taran and I went to Jusco to do some window shopping. Actually more like I did some window shopping and those 2 actually did buy some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;We then met up with Gillian, Andrew, Dinesh and Ruben for dinner and Papa John's Pizza. I really did enjoy dinner. The pizza we ordered ( The Mexican Ole and Chicken Super Papa) was good! The main reason we were all out and in Jusco tonight was because of Baskin Robbins. They were having this discount in conjunction with Merdeka - 31% off every pint, quart, or half gallon of any flavour. Who would miss that right??!! So we all went for it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I ended up buying 2 pints for myself which now sits quietly in my freezer awaiting me... =D&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/7604972768057747758-2533334962129492583?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2533334962129492583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-halfway-done.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2533334962129492583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2533334962129492583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-halfway-done.html' title='Almost halfway done!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/THvYiM_RPYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xt8SIAYtTWI/s72-c/30-08-10_2219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6487365404845311453</id><published>2010-08-27T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:26:06.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You don't get to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't get to call me up and act like nothing ever did happen. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't get to expect me to act or normal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't get to expect anything from me anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simply for the fact when all I expected from you was just you and your presence but what I got in return was just tears and heartache!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't get to question anything about me or my behaviour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't get to have any say in anything I do!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You just DON'T!!!....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-6487365404845311453?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6487365404845311453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dont-get-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6487365404845311453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6487365404845311453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dont-get-to.html' title='You don&apos;t get to....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2495325302238088881</id><published>2010-08-22T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:42:46.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Final Stretch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's here finally! The week I have been dreading! Oh my! The nerves have been kicking in for quite some time already but I keep suppressing them. But now I dunno... I'm stressed, tensed, freaking out. What if I don't get through this? I mean this is after all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; finals you know. I somehow manage to scrap through the other examinations but this is in like a whole new level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really want to get through this phase of my life and begin the next phase. The phase where I get to work and care for my family. I wanna be there for them and provide for them. But in order for that to happen I need to freaking pass this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; hurdle that is coming in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good luck to all my friends who are sitting for this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HURDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; together with me. Let's meet on the other side of the finish line!&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/7604972768057747758-2495325302238088881?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2495325302238088881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/final-stretch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2495325302238088881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2495325302238088881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/final-stretch.html' title='The Final Stretch!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-8674349156269688921</id><published>2010-08-12T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T04:18:52.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>How do I mend an unproductive day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;2nd week of study break. Most people have had immense progress in their studying at this point but looking at where I am... I'm so lost! Just a little shy of a week to go before it all happens - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FINAL MBBS EXAMINATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;. To imagine this is THE exam what would bring all my childhood ambitions that much closer. Its so surreal. At times I sit and think that it took me so long to get here and in the process of getting here somehow I kinda lost the passion I had when I told my Primary 4 class teacher I wanted to be a doctor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Keeping that aside, let's talk about today. More like yesterday! The 11th of August 2010. Had slept so late the night before. I think it was almost 530 am by the time I hit the bed and by the time I actually slept it was like almost 7. Why you ask? Well I was having a heart-to-heart session with a best friend over the phone. Something I used to do when I was in Manipal. It was nice and re-assuring at some points just to know that there is someone out there who would hear my rants and vents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As a result of a late night, I only woke up at like 11am. Decided to do my laundry. After that was done, decided I will go to the library. It was quite productive to some extent in the library. Did some reading then went to the gym. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*I've made it a point to drag my ass there everyday no matter what - so proud of myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Came back home only to find out that my SATC2 download was finally over. How can I not watch this now that it is within my reach? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;OMG! The movie was thoroughly entertaining. I laughed so much. With all that has been happening, it was really nice to laugh and for a moment forget about everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*P.S. Abu Dhabi is now on my list! The place is just gorgeous!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;After the movie I went for dinner with Gill and Dav. I really do miss hanging out with my friends. With studybreak and all everyone is busy studying and we haven't hung out as a group. After this would be finals and soon we will all be going our separate ways. It's kinda sad to know that I would be leaving these guys because honestly my group of friends have been the most awesome bunch of people I have gotten to know over the years. From being studious to wild wild fun people, my friends are everything - the total package!! I love you guys no matter what!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*not mentioning names because you know who you are and yes I do mean YOU!!*&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-8674349156269688921?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8674349156269688921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-i-mend-unproductive-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/8674349156269688921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/8674349156269688921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-i-mend-unproductive-day.html' title='How do I mend an unproductive day?'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2499762810764796076</id><published>2010-08-09T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:44:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Just an overrated feeling??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TF_3mUooGOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VvQ_cDX_T20/s1600/love-is-over-rated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TF_3mUooGOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VvQ_cDX_T20/s320/love-is-over-rated.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503389507416234210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;This Saturday there was an article in the Sun newspaper about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Love vs. Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; and I must say I found it to be a very interesting read. Though I didn't entirely agree on their definition and explanation of love and lust, it was 'interesting'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the past years I have been someone who believed in love and all those hopeless antics that comes with it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*though Love At First Sight I can never accept*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can call me someone who believes in all those cliche stuff about love. Butterflies in your stomach, the constant smile when you are with that person, so on and so forth. But sadly like the season my outlook on love is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                     &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TF_3ljgpUPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PgE3GDjACJI/s320/polls_thing_called_love_0043_803632_poll_xlarge.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt; slowly day by day diminishing... disappearing. I dare say I'm at the point of giving up on love. It's just too over-rated nowadays. The social standards that come with it and how at some point everyone has to fall in love. It has become more of a need or want rather than something that was meant to happen when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just the other day I came across this book that had somewhat of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;a questionaire about being in love and the questions asked were all the cliche ones. I mean how many of us has had butterflies in our stomachs when we meet that person? How many of us enjoy just being with that person without even needing to say a word - just their presence and their touch means so much? These kinda things are almost extinct nowadays. To those who still have it, I say you are indeed lucky and please for whatever reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Many people say love is somewhat of a compromise. But I feel no compromise is needed when there is love because we love that person for who they are and not for what they can become through compromise. That being said... at this age the whole idea of being in love - hugely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;rated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TF_3l6KQZ_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rR6gZn_pO1o/s320/43559052v4_480x480_Front_Color-Black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-2499762810764796076?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2499762810764796076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-just-overrated-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2499762810764796076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2499762810764796076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-just-overrated-feeling.html' title='Love - Just an overrated feeling??'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TF_3mUooGOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VvQ_cDX_T20/s72-c/love-is-over-rated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6482827089626337630</id><published>2010-07-28T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:57:27.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Exams Galore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So well, it's the middle of the week. I was dreading the coming of this week all for the simple fact that this just means that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINAL EXAMINATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; is just around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Monday marked the beginning of the sessionals for Bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;ch 17. I was all tensed and stressed about it because I felt like I knew nothing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*and I still don't*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going in for it. Monday was medicine MEQ day (includes Pediatrics, Internal Medicine, Psychiatry, Primary Care Medicine and Ophthalmology). After a 3 hour along paper, I came feeling not so bad as I was able to answer most of it and of course making a few silly mistakes here &amp;amp; there. Not to say that I am being boastful but compared to how I felt when I entered the exam hall, coming out was like a sigh of relief. But I knew that MEQ 2 which was surgery subjects was gonna be a whole different story. Surgery subjects constitute General Surgery, Pediatric Surgery, Anaesthesia, Otorhinolaryngology &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sounds more high-fi ain't it?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Orthopedics and Obstetrics &amp;amp; Gyanecology. Horrible subjects, I tell you, &lt;b&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/b&gt;!! So much to read about in so little time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Yes yes. It is my faul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;t to do it so last minute. Bluek!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So after Monday's paper, I reach home and thought that I would get some sleep before I start studying as it was gonna be a 'burning the midnight oil' kinda night! Next thing I know I wake up to be greeted by a dark sky and a clock saying it was 8.30pm!! Talk about an extended sleep!! By the time I pulled myself out of bed and freshened up it was almost 10pm. I had like plus minus 10 hours left. So with the help of Redbull and Choki-Choki I tried reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*more like flipping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; as many pages as I could. Soon it was time for me to leave for the examination hall and to cut it short, the paper was awesome!! I kept laughing to myself after reading every single question. Almost nothing I read came out!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Yes I know I didn't read everything but still - NOTHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;NG??!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today is a free day. Tomorrow we start our MCQ papers. Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;fully that will go a bit better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Oh who am I kidding right? That's gonna suck too*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'm looking forward to Friday because after that last paper I'm homeward bound for the weekend!! Wish me luck!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                             &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TE_Ukn0SypI/AAAAAAAAALw/bn-opl97SDQ/s320/20090528113240_a_little_stressed_now.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-6482827089626337630?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6482827089626337630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/07/exams-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6482827089626337630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6482827089626337630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/07/exams-galore.html' title='Exams Galore!!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TE_Ukn0SypI/AAAAAAAAALw/bn-opl97SDQ/s72-c/20090528113240_a_little_stressed_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3439739358161887276</id><published>2010-07-24T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:33:33.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>24th of July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday marked the end of my clinical posting in medicine school. After 5 years of what-seemed like it would go on forever, of medical school I finally can see the finish line. Whether I will make it across the finish line or not is another story but I can see it.. Starting from today its gonna be massive studying and studying.. That's the plan. How much I will adhere to it is still questionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;That being said. It's now 1030am so I think I better get started on that studying stuff. I will try my level best to blog every now and then.. =D To all my batch mates, Good luck guy for sessionals and finals.. We are a good batch and we will graduate out of this miserable place!! Let's do it!!&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/7604972768057747758-3439739358161887276?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3439739358161887276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/07/24th-of-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3439739358161887276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3439739358161887276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/07/24th-of-july-2010.html' title='24th of July 2010'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-1740174935932758183</id><published>2010-07-17T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:00:11.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>AFTER SO LONG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It sure has been a loooong time since I wrote to myself  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* I say so because nobody reads this. =_=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; That being said, I find it therapeutic that I am able to blog/write things that I would say out loud if I had someone who would just hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wow! Where do I start?? So many things have happened. Things that I thought I have gotten over now show a glimmer of hope and suddenly I find myself back in square 1. Sometimes I just feel like yelling. Is it just me or do things always happen during exams? It's been like that since Manipal. 1st year finals I had that amazing breakdown. 2nd year I can't remember what happened but I do remember getting ready to repeat a year. 3rd year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*back in Malacca*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; was LOVE!! Smack right in the middle of my sessionals, within days I realised I was in love and at the same time realised it would never happen. The only logical thing to do was to get over it, which I still am!! Great right!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;And now!! the amount of problem I am getting is simply amazing!! Every single week is something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really need to focus and get my degree. Once that is in hand, I would be a huge load off my mind. I need a fresh start! Really very badly need one. Looking forward for the day when my blog will have happy and exciting blogs by me rather than emo-fied ones filled with sorrow and hurt! Hopefully it comes soon... =(&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-1740174935932758183?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1740174935932758183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1740174935932758183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1740174935932758183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-so-long.html' title='AFTER SO LONG!!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6565574520486827203</id><published>2010-04-29T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:23:47.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Today (28th April 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These past few days have not been going that well for me. I was down with a fever and sore throat. Then flu and now a kinda bad cough. I haven't been getting much sleep either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I must say, was a bad day for me. I have been cranky and in an annoyed mood throughout the whole day. As a result, I didn't get much studying done &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*although I was staring at the book for like hours*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I got worked up about other small little things which really should not be any of my concern ANYMORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't help that when I'm annoyed and irritated the next phase to follow suit would be my emo moments. Yes of course! That came along too. AAAAaaaaaaRRRRrrrGGGggggHHHHhhhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm pissed, emo-fied and tired!!&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/7604972768057747758-6565574520486827203?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6565574520486827203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-28th-april-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6565574520486827203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6565574520486827203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-28th-april-2010.html' title='Today (28th April 2010)'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2573115858352902683</id><published>2010-04-19T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:17:14.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>An Amazing Weekend in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;This past weekend was Gill's sister's (Steph) wedding. It was an afternoon church wedding followed by a reception later that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I recall attending a church wedding once when I was fairly younger. So this was something I was looking forward to. Dinesh and I left Malacca on Saturday morning at around 10am. We reached his home at about 11.30 and I was told we would be leaving in about half an hour or so as we were to be in the church by 1.30pm. So we got ready and left for the church. All the way through my stomach was grumbling. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*hadn't had anything to eat since morning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finding St. Francis Xavier church at Jalan Gasing definitely proved to be a feat! After combatting our way through an impossible housing area we stumble upon the church at about 1.10pm only to find that we were among the first 10 people to be there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*truth be told the wedding was only at 2pm but still after being told to be there by 1.30pm I would have expected to see more people I guess*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As the time rolled by, one after another, guests started to arrive and soon the bridal car arrived. I saw Gill in this bright blue bridesmaid dress and she looked like she had grown taller. First I thought it was her hair as it was kinda swept to one side &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*F.Y.I. Gill looked amazing!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but then I kinda figured it must be her shoes. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;You know how they say that the bride always looks gorgeous on her wedding day. Well this bride looked amazing, breath-taking-jaw-dropping elegant. It was kinda hard to take your eyes of her. In her gorgeous wedding dress with that never ending trail behind her, impeccable detailing on the dress - WOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Led by her flower girls and the ring bearer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*the ring bearer was this small boy who took his job so seriously that he hardly took his eyes of those rings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; the bride then made her way towards the man of the hour, her soon-to-be husband. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The priest decided to give a talk about lust and love, how they are indistinguishable. Well as the saying goes, to each their own.. i disagree with the priest's talk and will stand by my notion how they (love and lust) are absolutely 2 different things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The wedding ceremony was before I knew it but it was a beautiful one nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;One thing that I shall always remember when I think of this particular wedding is the look in the bride's eye every single time she saw her man, be it when saying her vows or just simply catching a glimpse of her guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*This is gonna be hard to explain so bear with me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; It was a look that said and showed how much she loved him and how happy she was at that particular moment. It was a look of absolute indefinite bliss!! I was happy to see someone that happy get married to the person that is the cause of all that happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Many people get married these days without even truly embracing the concept of love... selfless love. But this one shall forever be in my memory as a model wedding!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;Once everything was over in the church, Dinesh and I rushed back home with our stomach grumbling with hunger. Dinesh's mom had cooked an amazing lunch for us. After enjoying that home-cooked meal, what more is there left to do but sleep!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Well at least I did*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Woke up at around 5.30pm and started to get ready to leave for the wedding reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The dinner reception was at The Ritz Carlton. What can I say about the reception? Great food, good wine, nice music, awesome ambiance - what else do you need?? Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The bride's favourite quote was a beautiful one although at this point I can't seem to recall it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; The mother of the bride gave a speech which was very moving - about family, togetherness and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;After a long night of chatting, laughing and indulging in good food, we headed back home as we (Dinesh and I) were to return to Malacca the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;All in all, it was a weekend filled with laughter, happiness and good memories. =&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/7604972768057747758-2573115858352902683?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2573115858352902683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing-weekend-in-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2573115858352902683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2573115858352902683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing-weekend-in-kl.html' title='An Amazing Weekend in KL'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6684132114208804671</id><published>2010-04-19T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:57:13.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Back After a Very Long Break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yes yes I know you missed me.. *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;not like anyone reads this shit anyways kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know I have been absent since my last blog which was like for my birthday. Been super lazy and clinical postings have been somewhat on the crazy side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So anyways I'm back and I'm gonna make it a point to at least post one blog each week. Okay? Let's hope I stick to it.. Hhahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Truth be told blogging is actually kinda fun for me. Like right now I'm not analysing what I'm typing. I'm just typing whatever that's in my head which is quite relieving to me. =_=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways lots of things have happened over the few weeks and I'm gonna be blogging abt a few of them. So keep up and hope my blog entertains you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Just realised that kinda didnt make any sense BUT it's my blog. YOU dont get to judge!=P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-6684132114208804671?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6684132114208804671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-after-very-long-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6684132114208804671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6684132114208804671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-after-very-long-break.html' title='Back After a Very Long Break.'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-4695783379396403925</id><published>2010-02-21T08:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:46:43.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>My 25th Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;17th February.... the day I was eagerly looking forward to and not-so-eagerly looking forward to. Turning 25 years old...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Feels like I haven't done anything in my life and it already been a quarter of a century. But when I look back at all the years that have passed I smile after seeing how much I have grown as a person&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; *for better or for worse*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Surviving life for 25 years with all the drama is kinda somewhat of an accomplishment. *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways this year my birthday was awesome as usual. Before I say any further about my birthday I wanna say thanks to Dinesh, Gillian and Daveena. You guys are awesome. Thanks a lot for everything guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;'Knock..knock..' At 12 midnight as I open the door there stood all my friends - Taran holding the cake, Daveena, Dinesh, Ruben, Chandan, Gayathri, Tasha, Gurpreet, Bob, Sharmila, Veno and Sashini. As I was cutting my cake I receive a call from Gill wishing me. What was my birthday cake?? Secret Recipe's Moist Chocolate cake and yes it was GOooooo-oooOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As the cake was distributed and everyone was eating it, I was admiring my presents. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Ain't that the best part of birthdays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even the O&amp;amp;G department decided to give me a birthday present this year - I was to be on-call from 9am till 9 pm in the labour room of Muar GH!! How awesome right? Well I did honour their present and was there till like 2pm. I was not about to let my birthday pass by in the labour room kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dav took me out for lunch and dinner that night. I had to get back and study for the all-so-waste of time block test that I had on Thursday morning! Anyways my birthday dinner was postponed to Thursday. We had it an Zest in Renaissance Hotel, Malacca. The decor and atmosphere of the place was nice and the buffet was good. After filling our stomachs to the brim &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*literally! We were all super stuffed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with great difficulty we made our way back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;To all my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks guys for everything! It was an awesome birthday! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/S4CBDGI0FGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qGTp0w3ApTU/s320/PICT0001+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/S4CBEElx0ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/fkWOeMdSCiE/s320/PICT0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/S4CBD4dIptI/AAAAAAAAALA/Vj-Ltjiq8SY/s320/PICT0001+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-4695783379396403925?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4695783379396403925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-25th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4695783379396403925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4695783379396403925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-25th-birthday.html' title='My 25th Birthday...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/S4CBDGI0FGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qGTp0w3ApTU/s72-c/PICT0001+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-1657998232976942801</id><published>2010-02-10T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:38:30.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>A Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know it's been ages since my last post.. actually it hasnt been that long but it just feels so. Tonight I'm sitting here typing because of obvious reasons that I am refraining to jump on my bed and sink into slumber land! A.K.A High....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lalalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wanna judge me on that? I dun give two rats' A**!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight was Leeky's birthday dinner followed by a small gathering at her house. Boy oh boy was it a... How shall I put it??...LOUD gathering... hehehe but I sure had lotsa fun. Laughed so much... practically most of the time.. Btw guys... ice is meant for putting in drinks!! Don't go crazy with it!! *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-1657998232976942801?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1657998232976942801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1657998232976942801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1657998232976942801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-ago.html' title='A Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6608234028697638211</id><published>2010-01-23T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:09:45.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Some call it a nightmare, others say its a waking-up call....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I say its losing someone who meant a lot to many people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;16th of January 2009, I was awakened by the shocking news of that someone I knew had just passed away. I say just because he had passed away merely hours before I got the news. I just sat there at the edge of my bed totally and utterly enveloped in shock!! Somehow when I went to sleep hours before that, never did I imagine that this is how the following day would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ganesha... I may not have spoken to you or even known you as well as some of your very close friends and batchmates but somehow you leaving us has left a huge impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Being there at the mortuary that day, after the memorials and all... it was and still IS a huge loss that you have left us. I am definitely not wrong when I say that you have touched many people's life in so many different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;And now you get to look over all those who you hold dearly and close to your heart. Rest in peace my friend! Rest in Peace. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7604972768057747758-6608234028697638211?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6608234028697638211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-call-it-nightmare-others-say-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6608234028697638211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6608234028697638211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-call-it-nightmare-others-say-its.html' title='Some call it a nightmare, others say its a waking-up call....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3488733926056208535</id><published>2009-12-28T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:43:59.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>Nothing you can say is gonna justify your actions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Over the years I have come to know many people from different walks of life. Although each one of them are truly an amazing experience for me, somehow there is to some certain degree a common ground between all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Dun get me wrong. I'm not standing here saying that everyone else is wrong and I'm perfect. I know I'm not perfect and I'm most likely included in this category of people too*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;'PEOPLE MAKE USE OF OTHER PEOPLE TO GET WHAT THEY WANT &amp;amp; AFTER THAT - GOODBYE!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seriously!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, here's the deal. If you need something from someone how about trying to ask them instead of putting on an act? Arrggghh.... I'm so pissed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-3488733926056208535?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3488733926056208535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-you-can-say-is-gonna-justify.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3488733926056208535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3488733926056208535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-you-can-say-is-gonna-justify.html' title='Nothing you can say is gonna justify your actions.'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-7448536961745184034</id><published>2009-12-06T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:35:01.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Final year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey guys, I know its been months since I posted a blog.. Lotsa things have happened since my last post! As you guys already know somehow or rather i managed to squeeze myself into final year of MBBS! Yay for me! It was a joyous day but at the same time I felt sad for those of my friends who did not make it across into final year.. Sadness aside. Let's talk about fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;ELECTIVES!! Oh My God! It was 4 weeks of pure utter fun 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Singapore was amazing! Plus the group of friends that were there with me - awesomeness!! To begin with electives in Singapore was so amazing, chilled and at the same time I learnt so many things. Anyone interested to do their electives there please do so no hesitation needed. You will have a blast. I'm gonna keep it short and simple here because if I go into details it might take days!! To summarize, elective period was definately something I will never forget. It was just toooooo much fun! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;After that 4 weeks of fun and 2 weeks sitting at home doing nothing, coming back to Malacca was like being forced back into hell after winning a visit to heaven! =( and to make matters worse the 'stupid' college decided to scrap our senior clerkship and not reshuffle our groups. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*I was really looking forward to both of those things. Way to go MMMC!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And then to add salt to my injuries, my first posting was Medicine in freaking Muar!! Ugghhh!!! Final year is hectic. No joke but in a way its making me work a lot harder i guess.. I dunno.. hehehe.. anyways yeah.. updated blog!! Yahoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-7448536961745184034?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7448536961745184034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7448536961745184034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7448536961745184034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-year.html' title='Final year!!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3775335135996503583</id><published>2009-10-10T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:54:43.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>It's finally Official!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dun worry I'm not getting married or anything. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*like that thought would ever cross yr minds kan? =P* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As of today, I'm now officially a final year medical student! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*woots*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ever since our MCQ paper &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*which I would like to make a note was like a paper from H.E.L.L!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ended on Monday, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*and I'm sure many of my batch mates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were eagerly awaiting the announcement of our results. Much to our dismay, news circulated that the results would only be out on Friday morning, which was 4 days away!! WTH right? Usually the results would be released that evening or latest the following morning. But just so that we would drive ourselves mad awaiting our results, MMMC management decided to release it on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Upon realising that there is no use staying in Malacca doing nothing, I decided to come back home! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*at least I will be well fed back home kan?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So off to JB did I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Although I was home, you would think I would be more relaxed and all but NOO!!! Throughout this whole week the one thing that kept playing again and again in my head was 'Friday is coming soon. You better hope you passed.' The whole 4 days were just about me lazing around trying to get my mind off this exam thingy but to no avail! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Finally Friday arrived. I woke up at 730am and sat myself in front of the computer. On FB one could see all the status of my classmates counting down the release of the result. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;* In our defense, we were informed that it will be released at 10am*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  The wait seemed forever.. Then finally the clock chimed signifying 10am but no news of the results.. 1010am still no news... 11am NO FREAKING NEWS bout the results..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then finally the news that it will only be released at 200pm. AARRRGGgggHHHHH!!!! The agony! The anger.. Hahahaha.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;* its all so funny now that I think back about it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I'm glad it all ended on a very happy note for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;To all my fellow batch mates who got through P2S1: Go ahead and enjoy your electives. And job well done! We survived study 1.5 years in Malacca, got through study break and have finally conquered P2S1!!! Our next target P2S2.. But first..... let's party!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;To those who didnt get through: Don't give up hope! Dun throw in the towel just yet! Use the opportunity given to you and show them that you deserve to be in final year because I know every single one of you deserve it! Show them that okay? Good luck guys!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-3775335135996503583?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3775335135996503583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-finally-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3775335135996503583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3775335135996503583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-finally-official.html' title='It&apos;s finally Official!!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-567045802198264760</id><published>2009-10-03T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:29:08.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As many already know and some may not, tomorrow (3rd October 2009) is the Mid-Autumn Festival or also know as the Lantern or Mooncake Festival. Not many people know this but supposedly the moon is its fullest and roundest on this day! So when you get the chance tomorrow try to catch the glimpse of the moon tomorrow night... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The most common story associated with this festival is that of Chang'e being lifted to the moon on this day. Chang'e is the Chinese godd&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;ess of the Moon. Below are a few versions of the story related to Chang'e courtesy of Wikipedia. Enjoy reading guy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Version 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once upon a time, the earth had ten suns. They burned the crops and people suffered infertility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houyi" title="Houyi" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Houyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; sympathized with humans, so he decided to shoot down nine suns and leave one for the benefit of the people. After he shot down the suns, he was treated as a hero. He had a beautiful wife named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang%27e" title="Chang'e" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chang'e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and they lived happily together. Houyi had a many apprentices; they followed him to learn hunting. One day, on Houyi’s way back home, the emperor of the immortals gave Houyi two pills, each of which granted eternal life as a reward for shooting down the suns, one was for Houyi, and the other for his wife. He warned Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 153, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;uyi, “Make no haste to swallow the pill.” Houyi was to wait until New Years Day, on which he and Chang'e were supposed to eat the pills together. Chang’e put the pill in her jewelry box for safekeeping. But Peng, one of Houyi’s apprentices, discovered their secret and decided to steal the pill. One day, when Houyi and other apprentices went to the mountain, Peng pretended to be sick so that he could stay home. After everyone had gone to the mountain, Peng sneaked into Chang’e’s room and forced her to give him the pill. Chang’e knew she couldn't fight Peng, so she ate the pill herself. However, after eating it alone, she began to float. Unable to come back to earth, she took flight and flew far, far away. She did not want to leave her husband, so she stopped at the moon, which is the body closest to Earth. After Houyi found out what happened, he was very angry and heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 153, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; He looked up into the night and called Chang’e’s name. He discovered that inside the moon there was a lady’s shadow that look like Chang’e, so he ran and ran and tried to reach the moon. He failed due to the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Version 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Houyi was an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immortality" title="Immortality" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, while Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ang'e was a beautiful young girl, working in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jade_Emperor" title="Jade Emperor" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jade Emperor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'s (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emperor_of_Heaven" title="Emperor of Heaven" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emperor of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) Palace as the attendant to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xi_Wangmu" title="Xi Wangmu" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Queen Mother of the West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (wife of the Jade Emperor), just before her marriage. One day, Houyi aroused the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; jealousy of the other immortals, who then slandered him before the Jade Emperor. Houyi and his wife, Chang'e, were subsequently banished from heaven, and forced to live by hunting on earth. He became a famous archer. Now at this time, there were 10 suns, in the form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three-legged_bird" title="Three-legged bird" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Three-legged birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, residing in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulberry" title="Mulberry" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mulberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; tree in the eastern sea; each day one of the sun birds would have to travel around the world on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carriage" title="Carriage" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;carriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, driven by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xihe_(deity)" title="Xihe (deity)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Xihe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, the 'mother' of the suns. One day, all 10 of the suns circled together, causing the earth to burn. Emperor Yao, the Emperor of China, commanded Houyi to shoot down all but one of the suns. Upon the completion of his task, the Emperor rewarded Houyi with a pill that granted eternal life, and advised him: "Make no haste to swallow this pill; first prepare yourself with prayer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fasting" title="Fasting" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;fasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for a year".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Houyi took the pill home and hid it under a rafter, while he began healing his spirit. While Houyi was healing his spirit, Houyi was summoned again by the emperor. Chang'e, noticing a white beam of light beckoning from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafter" title="Rafter" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rafters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, discovered the pill, which she swallowed. Immediately, she found that she could fly. At that moment, Houyi returned home, and, realizing what had happened, began to reprimand her. Chang'e flew out the window into the sky. With a bow in hand, Houyi sped after her, and the pursuit continued halfway across the heavens. Finally, Houyi had to return to the Earth because of the force of the wind. Chang'e reached the moon, and breathless, she coughed. Part of the pill fell out from her mouth. Now, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rabbit" title="Moon rabbit" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; was already on the moon, and Chang'e commanded the animal to make another pill from it, so that she could return to earth to her husband. As of today, the hare is still pounding herbs, trying to make the pill. As for Houyi, he built himself a palace in the sun as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yin_and_Yang" title="Yin and Yang" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" (the male principle), with Chang'e as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yin_and_Yang" title="Yin and Yang" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" (the female principle). Once a year, on the 15th day of the full moon, Houyi visits his wife. That is why, that night, the moon is full and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Version 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The earth once had ten suns circling over it, each taking turn to illuminate the earth. One day, however, all ten suns appeared together, scorching the earth with their heat. Houyi, a strong and tyrannical archer, saved the earth by shooting down nine of the suns. He eventually became King, but grew to become a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despot" title="Despot" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;despot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. One day, Houyi stole the elixir of life from a goddess. However, his beautiful wife, Chang'e, drank it in order to save the people from her husband’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyranny" title="Tyranny" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tyrannical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; rule. After drinking it, she found herself floating, and flew to the moon. Houyi loved his divinely beautiful wife so much, he did not shoot down the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Version 4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another version, however, had it that Chang'e and Houyi were immortals living in heaven. One day, the ten sons of the Jade Emperor transformed into ten suns, causing the earth to get scorched. Having failed to order his sons to stop ruining the earth, the Jade Emperor summoned Houyi for help. Houyi, using his legendary archery skills, shot down nine of the sons, but spared one son to be the sun. The Jade Emperor was obviously displeased with Houyi’s solution to save the earth. As punishment, he banished Houyi and Chang'e to live as mere mortals on earth. Seeing that Chang'e felt extremely miserable over her loss of immortality, Houyi decided to journey on a long, perilous quest to find the pill of immortality so that the couple could be immortals again. At the end of his quest, he met the Queen Mother of the West, who agreed to give him the pill, but warned him that each person would only need half a pill to regain immortality. Houyi brought the pill home and stored it in a case. He warned Chang'e not to open the case, and then left home for a while. Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora" title="Pandora" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pandora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_mythology" title="Greek mythology" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Greek mythology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Chang'e became curious. She opened up the case and found the pill, just as Houyi was returning home. Nervous that Houyi would catch her, discovering the contents of the case, she accidentally swallowed the entire pill, and started to float into the sky because of the overdose. Although Houyi wanted to shoot her in order to prevent her from floating further, he could not bear to aim the arrow at her. Chang'e kept on floating until she landed on the moon. While she became lonely on the moon without her husband, she did have company. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jade" title="Jade" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; rabbit, who manufactured elixirs, also lived on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Version 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In a popular school version, Houyi was a lazy boy who did nothing but to practice his archery. He practiced day and night until he became the greatest archer in the world. One day, the ten suns all assembled around the earth. Their presence destroyed all vegetation, and hundreds of thousands were perishing. The King, who was desperate, offered his crown to anyone who could shoot down the suns. Houyi answered his call. He shot down nine of the suns, and as he pulled his bow to shoot the last one, the King stopped him. Saying the earth must have one sun. Houyi then became the next King. He was pampered to the extent that he wanted to be King forever. He called his advisors to look for a way to make him immortal. His advisors found a way. They found a recipe for the Pill of Immortality. It required 100 adolescent boys to be ground into a biscuit like a pill. Every night he was supposed to grind one boy. On the hundredth night, his wife Chang'e could not bear to watch her husband become the tyrannical dictator for eternity. She prayed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xi_Wang_Mu" title="Xi Wang Mu" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Xi Wang Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for help. She stole the pill, with Houyi shooting arrows at her, and flew to the moon grabbing a rabbit to keep her company. So the Chinese say that if you look up at the moon to this day you can sometimes see a rabbit making moon cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SsY32bEL1EI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZRSxR55g4qc/s320/ChangE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SsY32-i68WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tkbDqktZ1H0/s1600-h/chang-e-barre-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SsY32-i68WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tkbDqktZ1H0/s320/chang-e-barre-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388055421837308258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/7604972768057747758-567045802198264760?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/567045802198264760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/567045802198264760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/567045802198264760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SsY32bEL1EI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZRSxR55g4qc/s72-c/ChangE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-79127069769703504</id><published>2009-10-03T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:05:57.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Keeping in Touch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Over the years I have met many people. Some have stuck with me till today. Some are still hanging in there and there are some who have just vanished. Keeping in touch with people we have met. People we come to call as our friends. As many people find *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;and so do I at certain times*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, keeping in touch is a difficult thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is my personal opinion that even with the help of today's technology a.k.a the INTERNET, keeping in touch with other people has become hard. Quite to the contrary, posting a blog or constantly updating your on Facebook or Twitter is NOT keeping in touch with people. These are people who actually at some point of time if not always, mean or meant something to you. If you expect these people to know what's happening in your life through your blog, then all that says to me is what is the difference between them and a normal person who is reading your blog??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As much as keeping in touch is difficult, there are certain people in our life that we actually would MAKE time to sit down and tell them about stuff happening to us. Be that through a chat window over the net, a personalised email, or a phone call. That shows effort. Expecting someone to know it through your status updates is unfair to that person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know i regret losing contact with some of my friends but i still take some amount of initiative to try and get in contact with them once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Over the years what I have come to realise is that when you are reduced to know what's happening in your friend's life through social networking websites, then something is wrong in that friendship. You either need to have a talk with that friend or just let that friendship go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hmmmm.... I'm actually venting because I'm pissed and disappointed at certain people in my life who have reduced me to that situation. Whether it is my fault or not, I do not know because it just happened and I suddenly realise that I'm pushed to the curb!! It's sad and hurtful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, try to make and effort to keep in touch with people who mean something to you in your life okay? Pick up that phone and give that person a call. Text or email that person if you are too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Busy!! That's another thing I don't understand. How long will it take you to send an text message or to reply one?? An hour is it? Hardly 2 minutes. And if that person cannot do that, then I must say 'walk away'! That person is not worthy of your time!! Its 1am now and I'm blogging instead of studying for my finals because I'm pissed!! Ugggghhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-79127069769703504?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/79127069769703504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-in-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/79127069769703504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/79127069769703504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-in-touch.html' title='Keeping in Touch...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-1211389651725916210</id><published>2009-09-27T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:16:20.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Sigh of Relief....but is it really??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;OMG!! It's finally over... Truth be told I never thought I would be this tensed up about an exam.. But I guess as the days went by the reality and the seriousness of the situation kinda kicked in and that did not do good to my stress level..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here's the deal. I don't kno&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;w what you guy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;s mean w&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;hen you say 'Oh! I'm so scared for the exam. I'm so not ready. I'm so scared I'm gonna fail!' When you hear those words coming out of my mouth I really mean it. If I don't I just wouldn't say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So 2 weeks of study break didn't do any justice to my studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*In case you are wondering what I'm rambling about... I just sat for my 4th year medical school finals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Actually let's be honest.. I didn't do justice to my 2 week study break. Let's not say where the time went and what I was doing instead of burying my sad face in my books. But yeah! It just flew by and the next thing I know I just have a few more days left for my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt; exams to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tried to stuff my brain with as much stuff as I could. I was freaking out but outside I think I kinda held it pretty well. Wouldn't say I was calm and collected b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;ut at the same time I was screaming hysterically!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have to thank a friend of mine who made sure I studied every night. Gurpreet, thank you so much! I hope all those nights and morning at Mcd studying will pay off. You are a good friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So back to ME! =) Towards the end, my sleeping hours were becoming lesser and lesser. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;* I guess that's normal in everyone's case right?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As much as I tried to get done, it seemed like there was more that was left undone. Still keeping it together I just tried to push through. Do I regret the wa&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;y that I studies? Hell Yeah! I should have started way earlier and been more hardworking! I take all the blame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Duh! Who else can I blame kan?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I sat for my first exam on Saturday. It was a long case. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*We are given a patient to clerk history, examine them and finally come up with a diagnos&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;is for their condition*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was bad enough that I was on the last day. That morning I find out I'm one of the last few to take the exam too!! So I wait and wait and wait till freaking 12.45pm before I am taken to my patient. I was kinda happy to get a Pediatric case not that I was hoping for one or that I was good in Peads. It was the one subject that I was least ready for. So yeah...although it was just a bronchial asthma case, my history wasn't perfect and I was not able to answer all the questions asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once they let me go, I was having mixed feelings. It wa&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;sn't good nor bad...more of uneasiness.. guess I was just eager to know if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;I passed or not because deep down I don't wanna fail and not move on to final year with everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So anyways, I get home at about 2.45pm and there is just this sense of relief inside. It was like I could breathe again or something. I was so tired, exhausted and drained out. That's when I realised the condition my room was in. I was like 'OMG!!' hahaha...but I am glad that I managed to push myself through the exam.. and now I have to hit the books for my OSCE which is gonna start in like 10 hours time. Hopefully that goes well and i'll be halfway done with P2S1. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sr-dY1c9-nI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LZZpXWwIMBo/s320/PICT0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sr-dYZCmKmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_uW9HMC-rUU/s320/PICT0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sr-c05kgIEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Wh0Tie19Alk/s320/PICT0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-1211389651725916210?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1211389651725916210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-of-reliefbut-is-it-really.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1211389651725916210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1211389651725916210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-of-reliefbut-is-it-really.html' title='Sigh of Relief....but is it really??'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sr-dY1c9-nI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LZZpXWwIMBo/s72-c/PICT0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-7722817877747682567</id><published>2009-09-08T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:51:41.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Period of inactivity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*Am in denial and think that people actually read my blog =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;You might be wondering why I have not been very actively blogging of late. Well I have my 4th year finals coming up and right now I'm in 'freak-out' mode! But once it's on the way, I shall return to my blogging. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*as I promised YOU*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So don't miss me much. To my fellow bloggers, keep on blogging. Doesn't mean I will stop reading yr blogs okay? Stay safe you'll!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7604972768057747758-7722817877747682567?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7722817877747682567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/09/period-of-inactivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7722817877747682567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7722817877747682567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/09/period-of-inactivity.html' title='Period of inactivity.'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-8316099263249952547</id><published>2009-09-04T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:31:41.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Rising stress levels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As if I don't have my hands full with my up-coming 4th year finals (P2S1), last week's national incident was just contributing more to it. I have no idea why it affects me so much but it did and it still does! In case you people have no clue about what I am talking about, it is the protest against the relocation of the temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;For something like this to happen just a few days before we celebrate our 52nd Independence Day was just saddening. I don't understand the necessity of the protest. It could have be carried out in a more civilized way rather than what happened. After 52 years of being an independent country and living somewhat harmoniously, something like this just dampens our spirit. When I viewed the video, I felt embarrassed because I was a Malaysia. Yes I was angry about the cow head but more importantly the way they spoke while rioting, their behaviour and mannerisms were just very unbecoming of an educated Malaysian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why the riot was allowed to continue even after threats about bloodshed and racial disturbances were made is a question we all ask till today? But sadly no answer has been provided. Instead the ISA protocol is being reviewed and ministers are justifying the riot. Many people are upset at the way this issue is being handled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Apart from that there is the impending doom of my finals hanging in the background. At the rate I am going I have doubts about making it through and progressing to my final year. Thank god the study break is here. Its now time to shift into ultraspeed and make some progress with my studies. Hopefully I will be able to pull myself through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;On a brighter note, some nice things did happen this week as well. I had a visit from someone very special and that most certainly made my day. (Thank you for that!). I have managed to patch up things with a friend of mine. And last but certainly not least I am now back on my normal sleeping schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*Most of the time that is* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-8316099263249952547?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8316099263249952547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/09/rising-stress-levels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/8316099263249952547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/8316099263249952547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/09/rising-stress-levels.html' title='Rising stress levels...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2557639752585353359</id><published>2009-08-27T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:07:27.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Social Network Sites and Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;No! I'm not going to say that the social network websites like Facebook and Twitter are bad or that we should stay away from them. I'm just gonna sit down and analyse how different our lives have become since the advent of these websites. Don't get me wrong I am in love with these websites (especially Facebook and Twitter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*You would have noticed how they are frequently mentioned when I exemplify these websites*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;For all those who use these websites and actually check up on them on a frequent basis and not do it once in a blue moon, you guys know how much fun it can sometimes get. But I'm not here to discuss the fun part of these websites. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*I'll do that another day =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let us analyse.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;In my opinion we have become to dependent on these websites. Okay I'm not gonna start pointing fingers at people. Let's talk with me in perspective. I have lately realised that I have become too dependent on these websites. I update my day-to-day occurence on it. People know what I'm up to and stuff. Some may term it being easy and simple. But I think it is slowly doing some damage to the relationship we have with these people. Why can't I just text them to share with them what's going on in my life? Or better give a call now and then. No that would involve money. Doing it through these websites is FREE!! And we cover a more larger number of people at the same time. Right?... Agreed but it does take a toll on the relationship. Somehow the friendship we have with these people is confined to that website alone. For instance if I wanna know what a friend of mine is up to right now, I would just have to check his Twitter or Facebook. But as his friend what does that tell about me? What kind of a friend am I if I need to rely on a website to know what my friend is doing or how is he feeling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;What happened to the days when we used to call up and check on our freinds? The advent of technology has caused us to sit in front of our laptops, PCs or phones and access the world. It has come down to that friends have stopped calling each other and converse through these websites. If I happen to be having a nervous breakdown, instead of getting a call from a friend, I probably get a comment to my status on Facebook saying 'What happened?'. I mean seriously!! Are we that busy that sparing a little time for someone would mean total chaos for us?? I still feel great when I hear a friend's voice over the phone or meet over a cup of coffee... Where has those days gone? People tend to give the excuse that life has become too hectic and that they are constantly busy. It's true that time and tide waits for no man but at the same time if we do not make some time for the people we care for and love, rely on these websites to know if yr best friend is sick or having a breakdown....worry just comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;So to all those who read this blog of mine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;* I am grateful that you read it. Seriously!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pick up the phone, call a friend or two...check up on them or better set up a meeting and let them know that you are still there. Let us try to be better friends even with the help of these websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-2557639752585353359?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2557639752585353359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/social-network-sites-and-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2557639752585353359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2557639752585353359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/social-network-sites-and-us.html' title='Social Network Sites and Us'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-29842722493297756</id><published>2009-08-23T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:50:47.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Honey! I'm Home......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;YES!! Finally got my internet connection configured to my new laptop. Finally I have access to the world wide web from my room after being away from it for nearly a week. It was torture I tell u. But all's good and back to normal now. I have my internet and i persevered. Hahaha... By the way, here are a few stills of my new laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpFIOO46FXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QTzjCHj0Q0w/s320/PICT0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpFIOiI6SII/AAAAAAAAAKI/2fZXhFddiEI/s320/PICT0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7604972768057747758-29842722493297756?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/29842722493297756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/honey-im-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/29842722493297756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/29842722493297756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey! I&apos;m Home......'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpFIOO46FXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QTzjCHj0Q0w/s72-c/PICT0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2953973406196414070</id><published>2009-08-14T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:53:22.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Ta Chi House Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpEV-ioZRBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KxPqjvXaxdk/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpEV-ioZRBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KxPqjvXaxdk/s320/PICT0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373099994622018578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've been wanting to try out this place for a very long time and finally my long-standing wish was granted tonight. =)&lt;br /&gt;Ta Chi House Cafe is located at No. 1, Jalan Tun Sri Lanang. Its just before Putra Hospital... in front of the church. I loved the interior of the place. It was simple and cosy unlike all those overly decorated high end places. Although it is situated by the road side, somehow it did not seem that noisy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*maybe because our noise over-powered the traffic noise. =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dinner was graced by the following people : Ruben, Taran, Daveena, Venothini, Dinesh, and of course, yours truly. Well the main reason we went there was to try out their Haagen Diazz milk shakes which were rumoured to be heavenly and simply yummy!! Needless to say I was all 'Let's go!' when with the mere mention of Haagen Diaz. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*I love good ice cream okay. It's just too good to resist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to order dishes for dinner. On our menu for dinner was : fragrant rice &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*T-T*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, rendang chicken, Ponteh chicken, chap chai, cencaluk egg. Food was good and filling. The chicken pieces served were good fleshy ones unlike the scrony looking ones you get at some places. Then came time for the milkshakes. I have got to say they were indeed heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;Then and there it was decided that we shall return to this place probably for tea or something like that. I decided that whenever I am depressed or feel that I should reward myself, Ta Chi House Cafe's milkshakes it will be!!&lt;br /&gt;Once dinner was over, we started talking...actually we started chatting about several things. Our chat made us realise and recall all the wonderful experiences we had gone through together throughout this 4 years. No matter what bitterness and hardship we have gone through, I am forever grateful to have met you guys and have you guys as my friends. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpEV9mepROI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dya3Vwku780/s320/PICT0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpEV8wTPMeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pY0VkesrpVM/s320/PICT0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpEV-G_n_xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6__32Clr-p4/s320/PICT0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-2953973406196414070?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2953973406196414070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-chi-house-dinner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2953973406196414070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2953973406196414070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-chi-house-dinner.html' title='Ta Chi House Dinner'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SpEV-ioZRBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KxPqjvXaxdk/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6508642552440332010</id><published>2009-08-05T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:08:14.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Can we resist temptation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Found this article on the net the other day. It's interesting so I thought I'll share it with you guys. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnjbDrcKpAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CkVdMmA57WU/s1600-h/750783023_db5ebfe90a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnjbDrcKpAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CkVdMmA57WU/s320/750783023_db5ebfe90a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366279812258898946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you think you're generally good at resisting temptation, you're probably wrong, scientists now say.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "People are not good at anticipating the power of their urges, and those who are the most confident about their self-control are the most likely to give into temptation," said Loran Nordgren, senior lecturer of management and organizations at the Kellogg School of Management, Northwestern University, in Illinois. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; The result: Many of us unwittingly expose ourselves to tempting chocolate or cigarettes, leading to a greater likelihood of indulging in &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/common/media/video/player.php?videoRef=asb1008_addictiongene"&gt;addictive behaviors&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Nordgren reached the conclusion through a series of small, offbeat experiments done primarily with college students. The results may hold for the broader population, but that has not been studied. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; In one experiment, more than twice as many smokers who thought they could resist temptation &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/topic/cigarettes"&gt;lit up a cigarette&lt;/a&gt; in a no-smoking test as those who realized they didn't have so much control.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Those who puff out their chests in the face of temptation have a deflated view of others. "They also demonize others," Nordgren told LiveScience. "They take a very dim view of other people who act impulsively, because they have this belief that they themselves wouldn't act this way." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; The bottom line, Nordgren says: Avoid situations where such weaknesses thrive, and remember you're not that invincible.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hunger, cigarettes and sleep&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; The new study, which will be published in an upcoming issue of the journal Psychological Science, builds on past research showing that when not in the "heat of the moment," individuals have a hard time understanding the depths of their cravings. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "If you aren't feeling a cigarette craving or hunger or sexual arousal at this moment, I believe you have a real difficult time appreciating the transformative force of those experiences," Nordgren said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; And most of the time, we aren't &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/080717-temptation-by-gender.html"&gt;gripped by impulse&lt;/a&gt;, he added.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; To figure out how this so-called cold state (opposite of the "gripped by impulse" state) influences behavior, Nordgren ran experiments on: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hunger pangs&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Seventy-nine university students and employees rated a list of snacks from least to most favorite and then selected one. Participants were told, "You can eat the snack anytime you like. However, if you return the snack to this location in one week, we will give you four Euros (and you will get to keep the snack you chose)." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Questions also measured participants' level of hunger. Satiated participants exposed themselves to more temptation, generally choosing their first or second favorite snack, while the &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/080714-hunger-happy.html"&gt;hungry individuals&lt;/a&gt; selected their second or third favorite item. Those with full bellies were also less likely to bring back an uneaten snack, Nordgren said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cigarette craving&lt;/span&gt;s:&lt;/strong&gt; Fifty-three university students who smoked were placed into a high- or low-control group, in which a bogus test suggested each had either a high or low capacity for impulse control. Then, the participants had to watch a film called "Coffee and Cigarettes" without smoking. Participants chose their level of temptation with corresponding levels of payoff. They could either keep the unlit cigarette in another room (lowest), on their desk, in their hand, or in their mouth (highest). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; On average, low-control students chose to watch the film with the cigarette on the table, and those who thought they could easily resist temptation chose to keep the cigarette in their hand. About 33 percent of the high-control students caved and smoked during the film, while just over 11 percent of the low-control participants lit up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mental fatigue&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; An experiment of 74 college students revealed those who were drained mentally reported having less control of mental fatigue than their bright-eyed counterparts. The "sleepy" students also said they intended to leave about 53 percent of their studying to the last minute, compared with about 60 percent for the non-fatigued group. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; The thinking is that the alert students couldn't appreciate the enormous drawbacks of having a drained brain and so chose to leave more studying to the last minute. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wider implications&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; The study has implications for all corners of our personal lives, Nordgren figures. For instance, can a recovering alcoholic attend booze-saturated parties and stay sober? Can a dieter frequent his favorite dessert buffets and &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.livescience.com/topic/diet"&gt;refrain from binging&lt;/a&gt;? Can a committed husband have drinks with a past fling without fear of infidelity?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "The answer is probably 'no,'" Nordgren said. "People have less self-restraint than they think, a false belief that often leads people to expose themselves to more temptation than they can handle." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; In addition, he added, the study results suggest people often can’t predict how they will react in a given situation.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "It's not just about eating and addiction, but the 'cold self' has a really hard time understanding what you're capable of in a moment of despair, in a moment of rage," Nordgren said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-6508642552440332010?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6508642552440332010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-we-resist-temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6508642552440332010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6508642552440332010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-we-resist-temptation.html' title='Can we resist temptation?'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnjbDrcKpAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CkVdMmA57WU/s72-c/750783023_db5ebfe90a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5711766570907171622</id><published>2009-08-04T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:33:14.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SncQVaFXNEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6VS318rvcsc/s1600-h/CGReaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SncQVaFXNEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6VS318rvcsc/s320/CGReaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365775441000346690" 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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;During the past few months, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*to those who have noticed*&lt;/span&gt; the news has been all about people passing away and suffering. It has definitely been a very dim few months. It is a known fact that somewhere at all time someone is dying. But one cannot deny the feeling when you hear the news. Somehow a blanket of dullness, silence and sadness covers us up by the mere mention of the word --- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;D.E.A.T.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The world had lost some of its few great souls these past few months but while me mourn their passing away, let us not forget those who are still alive, still serving and contributing their part to this world in their own little way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like everything has an opposite, so does death. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L.I.F.E.&lt;/span&gt; Let us not mourn the passing of these people but celebrate their life. Because at the end of it, they deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So if you have lost someone, be it a pet or a relative, a friend or a foe, join me and let's observe a minute of silence. In this one minute try to recall this person that you have lost. Don't think that they have gone. Recollect the fond memories you have had with them...about them. Remember how their voice sounds, how their face looks and how they make you feel... Remember.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To all those who have left me : I'm glad you are in a better place now. I know you are always with me in my mind and spirit. I miss you. I love you. R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SncQVvDsAYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WHfqPZYDkWM/s1600-h/12711718_d9f56a89c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SncQVvDsAYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WHfqPZYDkWM/s320/12711718_d9f56a89c6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365775446630465922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-5711766570907171622?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5711766570907171622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5711766570907171622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5711766570907171622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/death.html' title='Death...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SncQVaFXNEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6VS318rvcsc/s72-c/CGReaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6675826502080234281</id><published>2009-07-29T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:00:31.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Half day class - Shopping - Zen dinner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF78Oe_K-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lcHqF6GvvSY/s1600-h/PICT0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF78Oe_K-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lcHqF6GvvSY/s320/PICT0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364204905785404386" 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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dinesh's Aussie Beef Casserole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF77maX1_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5iuRSjQYQV8/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF77maX1_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5iuRSjQYQV8/s320/PICT0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364204895028631538" 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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Chicken Pie in the Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF77KWTxXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6rxvLRa0dHY/s1600-h/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF77KWTxXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6rxvLRa0dHY/s320/PICT0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364204887495394674" 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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gill's Roasted Lamb Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF76nFV3eI/AAAAAAAAAII/1u2YgQzixVc/s1600-h/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF76nFV3eI/AAAAAAAAAII/1u2YgQzixVc/s320/PICT0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364204878028987874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dav's Crispy Chicken Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (28-07-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday came as fast as the weekend flew this week. It was a bright sunny day compared to the horrible downpour that was on Monday! As usual being a Tuesday we had lectures lined up till 4.00pm. But soon it turned out to be a Tuesday like no other. Lectures got rescheduled and as it turned out, we had the afternoon free. Well, not exactly free. We had a surgery class that was optional to attend. Who would?? =P Not me! Lazed around the whole afternoon doing absolutely nothing. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; How nice if life was life this everyday?&lt;/span&gt;* Had promised Dav that I would follow her shopping for a dress for the upcoming MMA dinner on Saturday. So around 4.00pm we were off to Dataran Pahlawan in attempts to find her a dress for the function. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shop after shop... in and out... did we walk with no success. Seriously Malacca should consider expanding its variety of shops. There were dresses but they were okay ones and we were not looking for okay ones. =P Okay!! I wasn't gonna let her buy an okay looking dress. So after walking around for what seemed forever ( 3 hours), we conceded and sat ourselves at Starbucks awaiting the time for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had planned to have dinner at Zen in Dataran. I must say food there is not that bad. I know most people go there for the desserts which are heavenly but do try out their food menu too. You just might be pleasantly surprised. =) So yeah the pictures above shows our dinner. I had the Pie in the Bowl, Dav had the Crispy Chicken Salad, Gill had the Roasted Lamb Salad and Dinesh the Aussie Beef Casserole. Boy were we stuffed after eating our dinner. Could hardly move out of our seats to go see the desserts... Yeah you guessed right. Desserts were packed back home that night! =)                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-6675826502080234281?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6675826502080234281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-day-class-shopping-zen-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6675826502080234281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6675826502080234281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-day-class-shopping-zen-dinner.html' title='Half day class - Shopping - Zen dinner...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SnF78Oe_K-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lcHqF6GvvSY/s72-c/PICT0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5828062220431405236</id><published>2009-07-27T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:57:00.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>A Day Like No Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sm2_wG0l7vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9ajbRf9MLkQ/s1600-h/PICT0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sm2_wG0l7vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9ajbRf9MLkQ/s320/PICT0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363153564453957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today as I woke up from my short slumber in the morning *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yes I had only slept at 5.00am as I was busy reading my story book and was kinda high on Big Apple Donuts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I said today shall be a wonderful day. Considering that I had my first and last ENT presentation today and that I had done my slide show yesterday, I was in a happy mood. But little did I know Mother Nature would turn it all upside down for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As today was Monday, we were in the OPD and were with Dr. Vijay until 11.00am. He is just so fun to have clinics with. Ever smiling and jovial. If only most consultants and lecturers were like him, learning medicine would prove to be much more fun. =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways at 11.00am we had our usual boring session with the ENT head of department. It was only then did I notice how dark it was outside. First thought that ran through my mind was 'Please don't rain. My clothes are drying outside.' When have my words being heard?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I knew it.....WHHHHOOOOSSSHHHHHH....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* In case you didn't get that..that's the sound of the rain pouring.Hahahah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First I thought it was just the usual downpour we get here in Malacca. But little did I know the surprise the weather had in store for me. When Leslie *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;names have been changed to preserve confidentiality...LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dropped me back home, I was shocked to see the whole of my front porch was flooded right up till my doorstep. It was ankle-deep okay!! I was like 'WTH???!!' Anyways I was just praying that the rain would stop soon so as to prevent the water level from rising further and entering my house. Sad to say though my clothes are still outside drenched in rain water. Now I'll have to rewash them and hopefully the sun decides to show its face just to dry my clothes. That's all I'm asking for. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my presentation went on as planned but somehow due to the weather and the cosy feeling the rain gives you, just made me wanna crawl under my comforter and sleep... Sad to say my PBL session which usually is over by 4.00pm was dragged on till about 5.15pm today! So all I managed to do was come back home, snuggle under my comforter and read a few chapters of my storybook. Hmm....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But truth be told I actually love today's weather minus the getting wet in the rain part. =)&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/7604972768057747758-5828062220431405236?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5828062220431405236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-like-no-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5828062220431405236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5828062220431405236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-like-no-other.html' title='A Day Like No Other'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sm2_wG0l7vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9ajbRf9MLkQ/s72-c/PICT0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-4255082331222792628</id><published>2009-07-24T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:04:44.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>The happenings of the week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmlOUcCAIrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Jg8VYfVd9w/s1600-h/DSC06573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmlOUcCAIrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Jg8VYfVd9w/s320/DSC06573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361902944390226610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have not been posting and updating my blog. I'm kinda going through a rough patch! Hopefully it resolves with time. =) Anyways here's some interesting things that have happened to me throughout this couple of days!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets starts from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;weekend.(18th-19th July 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in KL for the weekend. An amazing weekend. Being that I have not been home for quite some time, being surrounded by my friend's family just made me feel right at home. It was such a nice feeling to be in a house that was always filled with sounds of laughter and voices. Made me realised how much I missed my family. Apart from that, there was home cooked food. To those who know what I mean, no matter where you eat nothing comes close to eating home cooked food. There's just something about food that is cooked at home that gives it an extra 'Uummph!!' The weekend proved to be an amazing one - filled with good times, laughs and memories. To you ( you know who you are), thank you for that amazing weekend. God knows I needed it. I would do it again in a heartbeat. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The only part that sucked about the weekend was when it started to dawn on me that it was ending. Wished that everyday was a weekend. Soon before I know it, I was back in Hell a.k.a Malacca. Dun get me wrong. I love Malacca. Its one of the cities I can see myself living in but as for now its hell simply because it's associated with my '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;' college and studies. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;note how wonderful in higlighted and is in inverted commas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Monday(20th July 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday marked the return to the hospitals for clinics after having an awesome one week on campus with classes starting at 9.30 am and free afternoons. Waking up did prove to be a problem but somehow managed to get ready and was in the ENT OPD at 8.45 am. Clerked a case of allergic rhinitis and then did nothing till 1100 am when our class was taken by the hospital consultant. After what seemed to take forever, we finally left the hospital at 12.30 pm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think thats by far the latest I have EVER left the hospital. I know....I know... I'm such a great medical student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;After lunch, had a short nap and then left for my 3.00 pm PBL session. Once that was over and done with, headed home. Today was Manggis' birthday but he was not feeling well. Felt sad for him. It's never a good thing to be vomiting and unable to eat during your birthday! Thank god he felt ok towards night and was able to eat! I felt bad as I didn't get him anything. Still haven't. I kinda suck at getting people gifts. =P I'm good at receiving though..Hahahha... anyways surprised him at dinner with someone and it was all good. After dinner, headed home and slept.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tuesday(21st July 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lecture day! Boring!!! Nothing interesting today.. Got to know that I'm going for the MMA dinner in Malacca on the 1st of August.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wednesday(22nd July 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got to go to the operation theater. It was such a cold experience. When I say cold I mean BBrrrr..... cold! God I was freezing my a** of in there. But it was all worth it. Managed to see a nasal polyp removal and a tonsillectomy. =) And then things took a complete 180 turn. I realised that somehow I had misplaced my housekeys. =( I tried to retrace my steps but to no avail. They were gone. And along with them my favourite keychain which meant a lot to me. It had a big sentimental value to me and now its gone. =( Was bumped out the whole day. After class went to make a new set of keys. And ended up doing a little shopping to cheer myself up. What better way to cheer yourself up then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt;!! Hahaha... I still mourn the lost of my keychain though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-4255082331222792628?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4255082331222792628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/happenings-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4255082331222792628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4255082331222792628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/happenings-of-week.html' title='The happenings of the week....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmlOUcCAIrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Jg8VYfVd9w/s72-c/DSC06573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2118032072642916152</id><published>2009-07-17T13:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:13:49.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAfxHFRGbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YqrAxRkjtMY/s1600-h/Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAfxHFRGbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YqrAxRkjtMY/s320/Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359318485146081714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of the movies that I was dying to see this whole year. My wish came true yesterday. To those who are yet to see this movie, i strongly suggest that you refrain from reading further.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all movies that have been adapted from books, I would be deemed silly to ignore the fact that the book was so much better. That being said... the creativity of the director and his team to try their level's best to depict what J.K. Rowling wrote is commendable. Although the special effects were not as great as the previous ones, it was an in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;teresting to see how they interpreted the scenes from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To those who cann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ot withstand long-winded movies, you have been wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rned!! The movie is a whole good 2.5 hours long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I must say somehow they have managed to omit some very interesting scenes from the book and down-played the important parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The movie begins with the collapse of the Millenium Bridge instead of the discussion between the Minister of Magic and the President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The arguement between Bellatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, Narcissa, and Severus somehow seemed so much more interesting in the book than on screen. The memory journeys that Harry takes with Dumbledore wasn't at all intruguing. For one the initial memory concerning Morvolo and his children was completely omited.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene worth mentioning is probably during the retrival of the Horcrux by Harry and Dumbledore. Dumbledore's ring of fire was indeed amazing. However the scene that follows did not measure up to the book either. Being the whole climax of the movie, Dumbledore's death was dull and mediocre. Harry was not paralyzed by Dumbledore but was just merely asked to hide. The down-playing on that scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was major. The atmosphere surrounding Dumbledore's death somehow brought a tear to the eye with Fawkes lamenting cry and everyone else gathering for his funeral. Somehow this was not seen in the movie. It happened in a flash and was over in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention about one scene that was not in the book at all but somehow appeared on screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. The burning of the Burrow. The was also no mention of Fluer and the wedding. There was no fight between the members of the order and the DeathEaters. Remus' flashback story of how he was bitten by Greyback also seemed to have merely disappeared into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all Har&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was an okay movie. If you are a Harry Potter fan you will know what I mean after you have seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the movie. That or my imagination skills are just too good.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this movie 3 out of 5 stars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures and posters from the movie. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAdZPHEKKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L5Ag8NMX7AU/s1600-h/9234_7372554916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAdZPHEKKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L5Ag8NMX7AU/s320/9234_7372554916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359315875960989858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAdZQ625qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YcKEDfKSJOY/s1600-h/h-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAdZQ625qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YcKEDfKSJOY/s320/h-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359315876446660258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAdZxShZII/AAAAAAAAAHI/xWj9AjkZyvI/s1600-h/403_11912967319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAdZxShZII/AAAAAAAAAHI/xWj9AjkZyvI/s320/403_11912967319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359315885135848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-2118032072642916152?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2118032072642916152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blood-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2118032072642916152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2118032072642916152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SmAfxHFRGbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YqrAxRkjtMY/s72-c/Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6577331878936530602</id><published>2009-07-14T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:13:13.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I wasn't there to comfort you when you needed comforting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I wasn't there to give you a hug when you needed one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I wasn't a good friend when you needed someone to talk to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I wasn't there when you needed a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I created much trouble regarding a small matter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I got your name involved in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If I ever did something to hurt your feelings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For my big mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For not understanding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-6577331878936530602?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6577331878936530602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6577331878936530602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6577331878936530602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5654504078141007105</id><published>2009-07-14T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:02:53.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>S.M.I.L.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My new outlook on life.... no matter what happens always and always remember to smile. Somehow when you smile, you feel better and not only that you actually make the people around you feel better too. Like they say, sometimes your smile might mean the world to someone. If my smile could help change someone's world or make someone's day a whole lot better - I'd do it 24/7!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Come on give it a try. =) Smile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-5654504078141007105?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5654504078141007105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5654504078141007105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5654504078141007105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='S.M.I.L.E'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-4482736748267629414</id><published>2009-07-09T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:39:55.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Mommy!! It's Over!!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Orthopedics posting came and finished as fast as it came. Tomorrow is my last class for Orthopedics. Technically end of posting examination was on Wednesday and today (Thursday) and tomorrow (Friday) is just a waste of time. Am I glad that the posting is over? Yes and no. Yes because as interesting as Orthopedics was I can never tolerate these long postings. Have always preferred the short 3-4 week ones. No because it simply signifies that I now have exactly 2 months to study for my year 4 finals for which I have started squat!!! *runs around the room insanely while pulling hair* Some seniors say it is still possible and that I dun have to worry THAT MUCH!! But knowing me I BETTER WORRY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways Ortho is over and done with, up next is ENT which starts on Monday. But before Monday comes.... Its the weekend!!! Yeay! I am heading home for the weekend. Hopefully it will be a fun one! Happy Merry Weekend!!&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/7604972768057747758-4482736748267629414?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4482736748267629414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4482736748267629414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4482736748267629414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-its-over.html' title='Mommy!! It&apos;s Over!!....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-7882670329238077755</id><published>2009-07-01T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:26:30.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There is only so much that I can do to make this work. And all that I do will be of sheer waste if it's only a one sided thing. Apparently I'm expandable to you when you actually mean a lot to me. You have made it clear. And now watch me back away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-7882670329238077755?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7882670329238077755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7882670329238077755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7882670329238077755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-4747786610811681561</id><published>2009-06-28T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:53:28.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been pissed ever since that day when I was called or should I say termed as being 'self-centred'. If any of you guys reading this and actually think that I am so, post a comment cos I would really really like to hear why do you think I am so??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I realised that chatting online annoys me. I believe I am someone who relies on people's expression when they speak to me. Now can you see why chatting annoys me? Its terms like 'hmm..', 'ic', 'haha'........ I don't know if it is really meant when it is said... And for me that is super important!! I am on the verge of throwing everything away... I think I have now successfully talked utter crap on my blog... But hey!! Its MY blog... I can say whatever-the-hell I feel like saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to YOU ( you know who you are and if you don't well I guess it was never meant to be then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see you moving away. I can feel it. The way you speak, the way you act everything has changed since we first met. What baffles me is the reason - WHY?? There has to be a reason. And the least you can do is tell me what it is before you move away... And i know that day is coming soon...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-4747786610811681561?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4747786610811681561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4747786610811681561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/4747786610811681561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2851572768117698483</id><published>2009-06-24T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:46:35.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>When you least expect it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Has anyone ever told you the phrase before - 'When you least expect it....'&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those people then welcome to the club. Many things in our lives happen when we least expect it to happen. Sort of catches us by surprise! It's all happy-happy smiley face when something pleasant or exciting happens suddenly. But when someone or something hurtful happens suddenly, it's hard to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;Here's is my attempt to make a list of things that happened when I least expected. Maybe you should try making one yourself. Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I least expected......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found people that I can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found that people lie and cheat and that nobody can be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that I am being used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised the hurt and pain of a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have people who care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw the true side of some of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw the fun and exciting side of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw the extent my friends would go to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got hurt by the people that I cared for ever so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that nobody's got your back but you yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It dawned on me the importance of family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found friends who actually mean what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I lost myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hurt myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I survived myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I confessed my feelings to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that life without you is near to impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You called me a self centered person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that I deserve much more than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I grew up, grew wiser and then a lot dumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that what doesn't break you, makes you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-2851572768117698483?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2851572768117698483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-least-expect-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2851572768117698483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2851572768117698483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-least-expect-it.html' title='When you least expect it....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3702045256220327391</id><published>2009-06-21T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:45:06.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Did You Know??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here are some very interesting facts worth sharing with you guys..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mosquitoes have teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In ancient England, people could not have sex without consent from the King. When people wanted to have a child, they had to solicit a permission to the monarchy. In turn they would supply a plaque to hang on their door when they had sexual relations. The plaque read "Fornication Under Consent of the King" (F.U.C.K) That is the origin of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the English settlers landed in Australia, they noticed a strange animal that jumped extremely high and far. They asked the aboriginal people using body language and signs trying to ask them about this animal. They responded with "Kan Ghu Ru" The English then adopted the word kangaroo. What the aboriginal people were really trying to say was 'We don't understand you' - "Kan Ghu Ru"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starfish have no brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Statistically, people are more afraid of spiders than they are of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All polar bears are left handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The muscles in your heart have the strength to shoot your blood 10 metres in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only animals that have sex for pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A cockroach can live 9 days without its head.  It only dies because it cannot eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During historic civil wars, when troops returned without any casualties, a writing was put up so all can see which read " 0 Killed" From here we get the expression O.K. which means all is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-3702045256220327391?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3702045256220327391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3702045256220327391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3702045256220327391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know??'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2708235086765346928</id><published>2009-06-21T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:48:42.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Zen Sarcasam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This came in the mail. I thought it was something worth sharing with all you guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have&lt;br /&gt;their shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11. If you lend someone $20.00 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13. Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;16. A closed mouth gathers no foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;17. Duct tape is like, 'The Force.' It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;19. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;20. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&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/7604972768057747758-2708235086765346928?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2708235086765346928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/zen-sarcasam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2708235086765346928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2708235086765346928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/zen-sarcasam.html' title='Zen Sarcasam'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5330419593461692872</id><published>2009-06-19T02:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:56:55.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Eventful week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey guys, this week has been amazing and quite happening I must say! But the sad thing about the week is that I don't have any photos of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*somehow forgot my camera on every single occasion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So let's start!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friday (12-06-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Halfday in Muar (awesomeness!!). Came back to Malacca and started packing my bags. All set to go back home (JB). My parents came down to Malacca to pick me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*Yay!! Dun have to ride the bus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Left Malacca at around 530 pm. Zoomed back home safely..hehehe. Was so tired when we reached home at around 730 pm. Barely finished unloading all my stuff, the house phone rings - visitors coming to the house. Switch to clean up mode eventhough the house was perfectly clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*my mom always thinks the house is never too clean*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Visitors come...talk talk... see see... eat eat.. talk talk some more and then finally decide to leave at around 1000 pm. All that while I was STARVING!! Once they left, me filled my plate wif food and sat in front of the TV but sadly there was nothing to watch. So after an amazing home cooked dinner....ZZZZZzzzzzzz...hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saturday (13-06-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was wide awake by 800 am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*who does that when they are on holiday be it only for the weekend??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Tossing and turning in bed for like another one hour. Then time for breakfast!! Mom made mee goreng...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;* ohh how I missed home cooked food*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Did absolutely nothing the rest of the day!! Man! do I love coming home or what??!! Drove mom in her new Saga to JB for Balvikas. Aunty Usha asked me to speak to a few students of my experience in the Balvikas - that brought back some fond and fun memories..Great times!! Came back home around 700 pm. Laze around for a bit then went out with Kalai, Sugu and Lee. It was so nice to see these guys after all this while! Went to town for dinner. I finally found a sheesha place in JB and it looks awesome but sadly could not try it as none of these guys sheesha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*tsk tsk..what has the world become to right? =P*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walked along Danga Bay for a bit.... joked about so many things and laughed so much... It was a great outing! Came back home at around 1200 am. Second round dinner (heheheheh...yes yes I know I am a pig!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*always make it a point to eat food at home when I am on holiday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Slept with a happy and full stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sunday (14-06-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh today I woke up later..900 am. =P Realised that it was Sunday already which means I have to go back to Malacca today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*Oh no!! sob...sob..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mom made my fav breakfast of all - THOSAI.... and yes it was yummy-licious!!. Then proceeded to start packing my bag. If you think its too early, you are wrong! I'm like the laziest and slowest person when it comes to packing bags and getting stuff ready! Mom and dad were busy in the kitchen cooking lunch and the aroma was.... well.. you get the picture right?? Makan makan makan... then got ready to leave for the bus station. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*I don't wanna go!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The next thing I know I was on the bus on my way to Malacca. Being the last day of school holidays, the highway was jam-packed with cars and yes you thought right - TRAFFIC JAM. So the wonderful bus driver. who by the way was talking to himself and commenting about other drivers on the road throughout the WHOLE journey, decided to use the old road to avoid the jam. And the result - We did manage to avoid the jam but the drive took a long bumpy one hour to cover a distance of 50 kms!!! Anyways only reached Malacca at around 830 pm when I was supposed to reach by 745 pm. Reached home, unpacked and....ZZZZzzzzzz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Monday(15-06-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forced myself outta bed after snoozing my alarm for like the 10th time.. =P got ready for clinics and walked to the hospital. Had breakfast in the hospital and then went up to the wards - waited for the others to arrive. Had usual non-productive class with a lecturer and then had to go back to campus for some compulsory function. By the way, I have been looking forward for today throughout the whole weekend because a small group of us planned to go to- wait for it- SUNWAY LAGOON!!  Hehehe... Signed our attendance for that talk and before we knew it, we were on the highway zooming towards our destination!! Comfortably sitting in the Penang number-plated MYVI was Gayathri ( she was driving), Chandan, Dinesh and yours truly. At the Lagoon we were meeting up with Chandan's cousins. First of we decided to go hit the dry park then proceed to the wet park. I had initially made up my mind that I was not going to go on any rides that required me to go upside down. So the rides were fun. The rollercoster was actually really really fun! I would have faced my fears and gone on the Pirate's Ship but when I saw it go all the way around I was like 'Hell no!!'. But the one thing I will not forget about this trip to Sunway Lagoon is Gayathri and the Tomahawk. She didnt know that it would go all the way round then cross over... We could hear her intermittent screams throughout the whole ride. It was hillarious.. The wet park wasnt as much fun as the dry. Soon it was almost 6 pm and we decided to leave. Plus our tummies were making noises already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We decided to have dinner at Carl's Jr. To sum up dinner in one word - Yummylicious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ride back home I know nothing off because as usual - ZZZZzzzzzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*hehehehe..I'm like the worst person to travel with. Always 'tidur' wan!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As I awoke from my deep slumber, we had reached Ayer Keroh toll. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* I know!! So perfect timing kan?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And to end the ever-so-filled with-laughter day we decided to go watch a movie - Drag Me To Hell. But that story is for another time. I will put up the review for that movie when I have the time. Hehehe.. All-in-all it was a fun filled day and so worth the trip back and forth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wednesday(17-06-2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a normal day till about like 6 pm when I received an invitation to Pure Bar later that night.So after dinner, which lasted up till 10 pm, came back home and got ready for Pure. We (Gillian, Dinesh, Daveena, Andrew and Me) left for Pure at around 11 pm. There we were meeting up with another bunch of friends. Although we went there late, hanging out with friends, just talking and drinking, and certainly not forgetting dancing was just so much fun!! At around 2 am we decided we have had enough for the day but we were hungry, which resulted in us going for Bah Kuh Teh for supper!!....Hehehee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-5330419593461692872?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5330419593461692872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/eventful-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5330419593461692872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5330419593461692872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/eventful-week.html' title='Eventful week....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3257811477794885679</id><published>2009-06-16T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:30:41.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hugs and Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjerwmjuHLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zCPA6iFzAgQ/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjerwmjuHLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zCPA6iFzAgQ/s320/hugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931933998193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"A hug is a form of physical intimacy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; that usually involves closing or holding the arms around another person or group of persons. A hug is one of the most common human signs of affection and love.&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging is good medicine. It transfers energy, and gives the person hugged an emotional boost. You need four hugs a day for survival, eight for maintenance, and twelve for growth. A hug makes you feel good. The skin is the largest organ we have and it needs a great deal of care. A hug can cover a lot of skin and gives the message that you care. It is also a form of communication. It can say things you don't have words for. The nicest thing about a hug is that you usually can't give one without getting one.  Hugs are not only nice they are needed... Hugs can relieve pain and depression.. make the healthier happier, and the most secure even more so.. Hugging feels good and overcomes fear... It provides stretching exercise to short people and stooping exercise to tall people... Hugging does not upset the environment.. It saves heat and energy... requires no special equipment.. Hugging makes happy days happier and impossible days possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's something in a simple hug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That always warms the heart; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It welcomes us back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And makes it easier to part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A hug's a way to share the joy &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And sad times we go through, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or just a way for friends to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They like you 'cause you're you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hugs are meant for anyone &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For whom we really care,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From your grandma to your neighbour, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or a cuddly teddy bear. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A hug is an amazing thing - &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's just the perfect way &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To show the love we're feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But can't find the words to say. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's funny how a little hug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Makes everyone feel good; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In every place and language,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's always understood. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And hugs don't need new equipment,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Special batteries or parts -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just open up your arms &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And open up your hearts. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       Jill Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;To all those people who have yr loved ones by your side as you read this, give them a hug..We don't need a reason to hug someone we love. A hug speaks many languages and says a million things. It's sad that people don't hug enough these days. A hug is like a handshake from the heart. Everything stops with a handshake these days..we call it being poised, civilized and formal.Tomorrow is World Hug Day. So here is my suggestion to all you guys  - give out hugs all day tomorrow. Keep track of how many people you have hugged by the end of the day. Remember a hug is all that a person needs at times to transform his day into an amazing one. Your hug might mean the world to someone! You never know but your hug just might make someone's day brighter!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7604972768057747758-3257811477794885679?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3257811477794885679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/hugs-and-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3257811477794885679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3257811477794885679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/hugs-and-us.html' title='Hugs and Us'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjerwmjuHLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zCPA6iFzAgQ/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-8873877019747971655</id><published>2009-06-11T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:51:09.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Finally 'The Day' is here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjEnwwBS0DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/w5s7g7Ll2Ww/s1600-h/ist2_394331-robot-waving-hello-goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjEnwwBS0DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/w5s7g7Ll2Ww/s320/ist2_394331-robot-waving-hello-goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346097951143022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjEnwqFqGoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kJsoSIi6CL0/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjEnwqFqGoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kJsoSIi6CL0/s320/goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346097949550713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Finally the day I've been waiting for ever since my Orthopedics posting started is HERE!! Tomorrow marks my last day in Muar General Hospital's orthopedic department. Yabba Dabba Doo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Don't get me wrong. I love the posting, the doctors in Muar, and the car rides to Muar. But the weather is horrible and the ortho ward there has got no air circulation... Can die wan lei!! The moment you step into the wards all you can think off is when you are gonna leave it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So yeah tomorrow is my last day in Muar and to make things even better - IT'S HALFDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;All that being said... somehow I know I will miss Muar! (I think I'm going crazy for saying this =P)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I will miss:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;the morning rides to Muar ( Lester's fast and furious driving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our not-so-usual meals in the hospital cafeteria ( did I mention the over-priced food??)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our frequent visits to McD's for lunch... followed by a sundae dessert ( almost always just by me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our constant bitching of how wonderful A3 is....( in case you didnt get it, that was sarcasm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our amazing rides back to Malacca...usually always filled with laughter throughout the whole journey...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;For all the above and more Muar shall be missed... Not a lot but in the right acceptable amounts...Hehehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-8873877019747971655?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8873877019747971655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-day-is-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/8873877019747971655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/8873877019747971655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-day-is-here.html' title='Finally &apos;The Day&apos; is here...'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SjEnwwBS0DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/w5s7g7Ll2Ww/s72-c/ist2_394331-robot-waving-hello-goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6915850067848535403</id><published>2009-06-09T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:30:07.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Why Not Be Honest For A Change??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Si5Hkf_xpRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yojP891PeLs/s1600-h/sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Si5Hkf_xpRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yojP891PeLs/s320/sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345288500125213970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been some time now...and I have come to the conclusion that we, humans, can never been truthful about how we feel. We always try to sugar coat stuff or find ways and means to break it of to the other person in a nice way. Now you see, that isn't the bad part. Its called being caring and we just dun want the other person's feelings to get hurt. Right??....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The problem or should I say default in this system of ours comes to surface when people tend to say certain things although they don't mean it! For what?? All in the name of being polite! Now that's utter bullshit!! One can say a million things and still avoid saying things they don't mean! Why would you wanna say that you miss someone when the only time you think of that person is when you receive a text message from them saying they miss you??!! What is the need to respond with a 'I miss you too!' when you clearly don't??!! That's just S.T.U.P.I.D if you ask me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things would be so much easier if people just spoke their mind. One doesn't necessarily have to be rude in order to speak your mind. It can be done in a very civilized and sophisticated manner. But the main point is to speak the truth and if you can make do without the sugar coating and all...all the better! &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/7604972768057747758-6915850067848535403?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6915850067848535403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-not-be-honest-for-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6915850067848535403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6915850067848535403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-not-be-honest-for-change.html' title='Why Not Be Honest For A Change??'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Si5Hkf_xpRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yojP891PeLs/s72-c/sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2325968230221842286</id><published>2009-06-06T12:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:51:43.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Hostel Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioenQhBPMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jFRrSvmK6FQ/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioenQhBPMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jFRrSvmK6FQ/s320/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344117567625706690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;On the 4th of June 2009, MMMC celebrated Hostel Day. A Day for all the hostel dwellers. This year it was held at the Boy's Hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Few of us were in charge of the stage and decoration. Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;or this day started like weeks ago. So much of planning and hardwork finally paid off when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;stage and the deco looked simply amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The day of Hostel Day was such a rush. I was up till 3am the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;previous day preparing the coloured rice for the Rangoli. Mixing....drying.....washing....cleaning...By the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; time I was done my hands n nails were this rainbow of colours. Cleaned up and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Woke up at 9am and realised i have lotsa stuff to do...You see while mixing the colours I realised that I didnt buy enough rice. So now I had to go buy mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;e rice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;come back, mix some more colours, and dry them. I was planning to start the Rangoli at 3pm as the show was at 7pm. By the time I came back from town it was already 2.30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Packed everything and rushed to the stage area at around 3.15 pm. The others were already halfway decorating the stage and backdrop. Shit I was late. So got right down to it. Thank God I had Daveena and Veno to help me out. Although it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ok lok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;e 3 ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;urs to do it, I think the final outcome was simply amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SiocdtZ7bAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NYLdzzprV3k/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SiocdtZ7bAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NYLdzzprV3k/s320/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344115204558646274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The night was amazing. The theme ( If you have not guessed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; was Bollywood night!! So everyone dressed up in their best kurtas and sarees. As the night fell and the lights and candles were lit, the ambience was simply amazing! It was a wonderful night filled with lotsa laughs and fun times with friends. With the 'Slumdog Millionaire' show By Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;dan, the all-so funny 'shananagans' by Hisyam, the B. Coli street play and the melod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ious singing of Su Lin and MMMC's very own idol, Ismail - it was indeed a night to rememb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;er! As the night came to an end, I looked back at the stage and all...smiled and said 'What a night! What a night!' Here are some shots from that day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SiocdTAkQWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/psoCbD4C9hY/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SiocdTAkQWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/psoCbD4C9hY/s320/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344115197472948578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ::..Everyone busy at work..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SiocdDy7xZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OuKt1mQE8Ks/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SiocdDy7xZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OuKt1mQE8Ks/s320/PICT0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344115193389237650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ::..The helping hands busy posing..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioceI8lq6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4zaVpMmG0SY/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioceI8lq6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4zaVpMmG0SY/s320/PICT0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344115211951778722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ::..The stage at night..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioenlioCII/AAAAAAAAAGI/DTR5US6sy44/s1600-h/PICT0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioenlioCII/AAAAAAAAAGI/DTR5US6sy44/s320/PICT0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344117573269588098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ::.. The final product of the backdrop..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioceLI5ICI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FU-eEUwlymE/s1600-h/PICT0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioceLI5ICI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FU-eEUwlymE/s320/PICT0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344115212540256290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  ::.. Hanging lights ..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-2325968230221842286?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2325968230221842286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/hostel-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2325968230221842286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2325968230221842286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/hostel-day.html' title='Hostel Day'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SioenQhBPMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jFRrSvmK6FQ/s72-c/PICT0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-282652364794958761</id><published>2009-05-29T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:46:33.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happiness....an art??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="big"&gt;The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Henry Ward Beecher-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Many of us actually forget that the statement above actually bears some truth to it. Please bear in mind I said some truth. By saying so I am agreeing that the quote is almost true if not close to the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The power of extracting happiness from common things - indeed this power can only lie within oneself and it is present in every single one of us. No doubt! But conditions and circumstances play a role too. Not every condition we come upon in our life is going to enable us to extract happiness from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The is a saying that goes 'One man's misery is another man's pleasure.' As true as this is too when actually put into practice it makes it seem sadistic and just pure evil. What kind of world would we be living in if day in and day out if all we do if feed off from the misery of others?? What is the use of being compasinate to an insect or animal when you have lost the ability to understand and feel the suffering of another fellow human??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's talk about this based on a example : Let's say for instance, a friend of yours had just lost a loved one. It is a common thing in life. The cycle of birth and death. Now where is one's ability to extract happiness from that situation??!! In my opinion it is utterly ridiculous for a person to be totally happy and seek the silver lining in every situations. As long as there are situations that require us to be sad, there will be situatons that will make us feel happy. Thats the balance in life. The yin and yang of life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The person who is able to see this balance, acknowledge the existence of this balance and live his/her life according to this balance will indeed be a 'happy' person! Because being happy is not a art, it is something that is in every one of us and will surface when when the time is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happiness is the natural fountain of youth that is in every one of us. It makes us feel young, rejuvenates us and makes us US!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="big"&gt; &lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-282652364794958761?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/282652364794958761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/happinessan-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/282652364794958761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/282652364794958761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/happinessan-art.html' title='Happiness....an art??'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-7270634300371252314</id><published>2009-05-28T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:30:57.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Amazing Compositions Amazing Choreography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;Just watching it gives me goosebumps every single time. Just makes me wonder 'If only I can move like that....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first video is entitled Madhura Manohara. It is a Bhajan in praise of Lord Krishna. Apart from the amazing choreography by Umesh Shetty from The Temple of Fine Arts, this song envokes this singers love and devotion for Krishna. The melodious voice of Purva Joshi and musical arrangement by Jyostna Prakash is profound. Words fail to describe the feeling you develop when you hear this composition. It is pieces like these that show how wonderful a fusion between Indian music and comtemporary music is.. truly and amazingly a Masterpiece by itself! Enjoy....&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWBGm2CQCp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWBGm2CQCp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The second video is another amazing piece by The Temple of Fine Arts called Varsha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Based on the traditional structure of the thillana, Varsha evokes the energy unleashed during a rainstorm. It also uses the mnemonic syllables of wind and rain, as in a thillana, to give it a poetic touch. The gracefulness of each dancer and their resillience is simply dumb-founding. Another superb choreography by Umesh Shetty and musical arrangement by Jyostna Prakash. Varsha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdWSd7mnIzo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdWSd7mnIzo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-7270634300371252314?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7270634300371252314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-compositions-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7270634300371252314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/7270634300371252314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-compositions-amazing.html' title='Amazing Compositions Amazing Choreography'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5052694219615219484</id><published>2009-05-22T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:05:41.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Text For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today I'm gonna share with you guys 2 of my favourite texts from the Bhagavad Gita. Hope you guys will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chapter 4 Text 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;यदा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;यदा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;धर्मस्य&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;गलानिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;भवति&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;भारत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;अभ्युत्थानं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;अधर्मस्य&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;तदात्मानं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;स्र्जाम्यहम&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadaa Yadaa Hi Dharmasya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Glaanir Bhavati Bhaarata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhyutthaanam Adharmasya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tadaatmanam Srjaamyaham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whenever and wherever there is a decline in religious practice (Dharma), O descendant of Bharata, and a predominant rise in irreligion - at that time I descend Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chapter 4 Text 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;परित्राणाय&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;साधुनाम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;विनाशाय&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;च&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;दुस्क्र्ताम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;धर्मासम्स्तापनार्थाया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;संभवामि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;युगे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;युगे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Paritranaaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Saadhunaam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinashaya Cha Dushkrtaam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharma Samsthaapanarthaaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sambhavami Yuge Yuge&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to reestablish the principles of religion, I Myself appear, millennium after millennium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those people who enjoy listening to music scores from films, these two texts are sung in the score of the 'Bulletproof Monk' (towards the ending of the movie if I am not mistaken). When I was thought the Bhagavad Gita, for some reason, these two stanzas were always at the tip of my tongue and in my head. Maybe it was the way it sounded, the pronunciation or the tongue-twisting words in it. But as time went by the meaning somehow got to me rather than all the fore mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The belief of The Supreme Godhead mentioned in Hinduism is ever so clearly summarised in these 2 texts. He will come to your aid if you are in the right path - the righteouss path(Dharma). God is here, God is there, God is everywhere. Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omniprescence. So what if today didn't go well?? Thanks to Him, you have another day to live, to love, to serve!&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/7604972768057747758-5052694219615219484?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5052694219615219484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/text-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5052694219615219484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5052694219615219484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/text-for-day.html' title='Text For The Day'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-325081765965327431</id><published>2009-05-20T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:49:08.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>A State of Confusion - In Utter Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I guess it's safe to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ay m confused...or I should say 'conspewed' (inside joke). Trying to understand people and decipher their codes is just too confusing and tiring. So my conclusion is - If you are gonna be vague with me, I shall be vague with you! If you are gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'civil'&lt;/span&gt; with me, then 'civil' I shall be too. And last but not least, if you are gonna use me for our own benefits, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULLSTOP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted enough time trying to make everything and anything work because I don't want to lose some people. But apparently they don't mind losing me! WTF!!! I'm not some 'thing' that you remember exist only when time suits you or when you need something! I'm human just like you and I thought we were friends! Guess the circumstances under which we met was the real reason afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great! Now I'm pissed!! Anyways that's like 10% of the load of m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y chest! Expect more in days to come! Cya guys!!                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/ShPyTmEoETI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oF_6ObEe9_U/s1600-h/1752872124_8f8977d65f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/ShPyTmEoETI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oF_6ObEe9_U/s320/1752872124_8f8977d65f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337876401815556402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-325081765965327431?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/325081765965327431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-of-confusion-in-utter-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/325081765965327431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/325081765965327431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-of-confusion-in-utter-mess.html' title='A State of Confusion - In Utter Mess'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/ShPyTmEoETI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oF_6ObEe9_U/s72-c/1752872124_8f8977d65f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6442045089530993403</id><published>2009-05-18T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:27:34.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Lesson At The End Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/ShFwK9_0BOI/AAAAAAAAADw/W3atO8YS2fk/s1600-h/th_hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/ShFwK9_0BOI/AAAAAAAAADw/W3atO8YS2fk/s320/th_hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337170367153964258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I started my new clinical posting - Orthopedics. The whole of this week will be spent on campus with clinical classes comprising of examination methods and proper history taking. Although this seems like a very chilled-out posting, it is slowly but surely beginning to dawn on me that I'm just months away from my competency examination and I'm not prepared for it at all. As scary as that thought is, I have to spin it around and make that thought motivate me to start studying. I cannot afford to fail. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That all aside. Today one of my fav series aired its season finale - Grey's Anatomy. Without giving much away I just wanna say its one of those episodes that actually made me tear. Heart touching episode... It made me realise one thing in life... We have learnt to take things for granted. We are no longer grateful for all the amazing people and things that we have in our lives. Because tomorrow they just might not be there anymore and sitting down being all depressed then is not gonna make much of a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So to everyone in my life...Thank you! Thank you for everything you have done for me,to me and with me! I could not have become the person that I am today if it was not for u people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To all my family members - I love you guys, will keep in loving u guys till the day I breathe my last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To my friends - You guys mean so much to me! Words cannot express me feelings and gratitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love all of you guys till death!! =)&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/7604972768057747758-6442045089530993403?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6442045089530993403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-at-end-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6442045089530993403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6442045089530993403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-at-end-of-day.html' title='The Lesson At The End Of The Day'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/ShFwK9_0BOI/AAAAAAAAADw/W3atO8YS2fk/s72-c/th_hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6250245576695930828</id><published>2009-05-18T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:28:48.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>When Swift Meets Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;This amazing instrumental fusion of these 2 songs by John Schmidt is simply fantastic! Words fail to convey how I feel when I hear the  fusion time after time! Somehow the emotions of the song is more clearly conveyed when it is an instrumental piece compared to the original songs! The cello player - hats off to him. Amazing composition. Hear it and see the video! 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We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; are either there for the laksa and cendol or for drinks...sometimes even both. =D Tonight we decided to have Hoegaarden (see attached pics). So we sat ourselves at Geographer's Cafe and ordered each of us a bottle each. I like the taste of it because its smooth and doesn't have a lot of gas in it. It's a kinda like a way to treat yourself once in a while considering that one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;bottle costs RM18.60.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The music at Geographer's is kinda okay and entertaining. It's kinda amusing to see the 2 cafes       (Geograp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;her's and Ringo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; from across the street) take turns to allow their singers to sing. It's relaxing and great to be able to just sit down and talk amongst friends while having a drink on a Saturday night. Just felt it would have been better had the weather been slightly nicer. Lol!! Anyways although it is a quiet Saturday night, that's what this whole week is about. Unwinding and relaxing before Ortho starts on Monday! One more day to relax..Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;ay to that!! =) Night People!!!! Sweet Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For more info on Hoegaarden Beer, check out this website :                    http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/83/248/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg7wc28TJZI/AAAAAAAAADY/8e_330TXHzE/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg7wc28TJZI/AAAAAAAAADY/8e_330TXHzE/s320/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336466987056047506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ringo's Classic and Antiques (across the road from Geographer's Cafe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg7wcnXhWhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RHhKPFb6gxo/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg7wcnXhWhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RHhKPFb6gxo/s320/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336466982875257362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-284908559664512635?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/284908559664512635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-with-hoegarrden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/284908559664512635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/284908559664512635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-with-hoegarrden.html' title='A Saturday with Hoegarrden'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg7xBrJHWiI/AAAAAAAAADg/tWzQCRkKeFY/s72-c/180px-Hoegaarden_bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5459985780042145561</id><published>2009-05-16T03:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:22:26.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>2 Months Gone!!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesterday was my Community Medicine end of posting examination... How did it go? I guess it could have go a lot better but the blame is on me. In adequate preparation and lack of concentration...Lol!! Typical me right? yeah I know! Anyways what's done cannot be undone! So for now look forward to the future and learn from my past mistakes!! Orthopedics here I come!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-5459985780042145561?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5459985780042145561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-months-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5459985780042145561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5459985780042145561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-months-gone.html' title='2 Months Gone!!....'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-2836245073449190906</id><published>2009-05-16T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:15:25.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Boring Medical Ethics Class!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28ouhv6MI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Dxa0nTtPO4/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28ouhv6MI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Dxa0nTtPO4/s320/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336128541374277826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;This didnt happen today but if I'm not mistaken it was last Tuesday! As usual every Tuesdays is lecture day. So 8am - Community Medicine, 9am - Internal Medicine. Then we receive word that the O&amp;amp;G lecture which was suppose to be at 1030am has been postponed to 1pm!! On top of that there is also Medical Ethics class at 4pm!! This means that the day will only end at 5pm! Arrgghh!!! Annoying!! Anyways somehow or rather we manage to pull through the O&amp;amp;G and Orthopedics lecture...Now...Medical Ethics... uhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly rows of students just rush out of the class..running away while they still can from medical ethics...The remaining of us impatiently wait for the 'lecturer' to come. She finally makes it to class 10 minutes late and then proceeds to talk about how she prepared the slides and how she was unhappy about the turn up for her class for another 10 minutes. Topic for the day was Cloning and Stem Cell Research! A topic that has been spoken many a times and is no alien to a medical student. What did I do during this boring total-waste-of-my-time class.......hehehe...see attached pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28oMHInPI/AAAAAAAAACI/QRHRREwKU4c/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28oMHInPI/AAAAAAAAACI/QRHRREwKU4c/s320/PICT0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336128532135845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28oaLYuyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QE8A-2MhfPk/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28oaLYuyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QE8A-2MhfPk/s320/PICT0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336128535911775010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-2836245073449190906?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2836245073449190906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring-medical-ethics-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2836245073449190906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/2836245073449190906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring-medical-ethics-class.html' title='Boring Medical Ethics Class!!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/Sg28ouhv6MI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Dxa0nTtPO4/s72-c/PICT0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3527578030009048226</id><published>2009-04-24T03:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:17:10.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>What a wonderful day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SfDMAJ-a13I/AAAAAAAAACA/4SeVoGeAvIU/s1600-h/DSC07036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SfDMAJ-a13I/AAAAAAAAACA/4SeVoGeAvIU/s320/DSC07036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327982662229088114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was just simply awesome... I mean the day did start off with me switching off my alarm clock at 6.45am to wake up and get ready for my 8 am Community-total-waste-of-time- Medicine class. God knows what he taught in class today. For some reason I was dozing off in class. ( Like Duh!! When am I not right?) Class was over at 11.30am and that was all the class we had for the rest of the day. Came back home and sat in front of my lappy. Cannot remember what I did. However remember watching the latest episode of Fringe then I entered slumber land. Woke up at around 4.30pm (*smiles widely*). Such a nice sleep. Would have loved to continue sleeping but I promised myself that I would drag myself to the gym today. So did that. Came back from the gym at around 6.30pm. Got ready to go for Sai Bhajans which was at 7.30pm. Was very excited and looking forward for it since last Thursday as I was to sing today not one but 2 songs. ( *a privilage I don't usually get back home at JB*) Would have been so much nicer if my friends were there but somehow everyone had something else more important to do. Anyways, at least one friend came. Thanks Preyaa!! So did my thing at the Bhajans. I think the second song I sung it at a higher pitch then i should have. Kinda hurt my voice there but all in all i had an amazing time. I don't know what it is but whenever I'm sitting down at a Sai centre staring at Him and singing somehow I'm in a different world, a world where I dun have to worry about the problems I'm dealing with or the people I have to put up with. Its just so peaceful and serene. After Bhajans, went to the nearby Saravana's and packed my dinner. Came back home, ate dinner and was watching some TV. Got a message from Dinesh saying lets hang out tonight. So went out - sheesha-ing. My usual spot - Gizmo - didnt have their sheesha today..bummer...=( so went to Al-Jazeera. Sheesha was okay but I dun like the atmosphere there. Saw a familiar face walk by when I was there. But to my surprise I was totally ignored. Hmm... just goes to show how people can be at times... You think you know them but L.O.L... Anyhow, waited there till Gill finished her night posting n joined us. Then we migrated to Habeeb restaurant which also had sheesha...Heheheh.... We were happily puffing away when we were greeted by a senior from our college who had just finished his finals. So talking talking chatting chatting... so much fun.... Just got back home over an hour ago... It was decided that I shall not go for class tomorrow as to avoid myself from having another headache ( *Did I mention that I hate Community Medicine =P). Its 4.00am now... i shoud try to get some sleep... hopefully tomorrow will be another interesting day as today was... Night people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-3527578030009048226?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3527578030009048226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wonderful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3527578030009048226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3527578030009048226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wonderful-day.html' title='What a wonderful day!'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SfDMAJ-a13I/AAAAAAAAACA/4SeVoGeAvIU/s72-c/DSC07036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-3088695246847080115</id><published>2009-04-12T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:18:07.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Moments'/><title type='text'>::..In Your Loving Memory..::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SeHr-dghJjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rOCs97eR36w/s1600-h/genesis1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SeHr-dghJjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rOCs97eR36w/s320/genesis1680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323795692834072114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This blog today is for you simply for the fact that you were part of my life and you made such a significant impact in it. Today I remember you for all the kind things you have done to me - for me! You were the best anyone could ask for. The ability to love unconditionally, to make everyone around you feel warm, and to just simply put a smile on people's face when they look at you. I've admire you for all these things and more.  I miss you.... I remember the last day I saw you. You cooked for me, fed me, blessed me and sent me off on my journey. Every memory of you that I have is and will be cherished throughout my life. Nobody can ever replace you and nobody ever will. You have touched my life in so many ways...given me the strength to do so many things. Your words of wisdom, your ever-smiling face and that gentle loving hands - I shall never forget.  I'm sorry I wasnt there to say goodbye. But I feel you are always looking out for me. You are my guardian angel and for that I thank you. Your memories shall be with me forever and ever and ever......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-3088695246847080115?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3088695246847080115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-your-loving-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3088695246847080115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/3088695246847080115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-your-loving-memory.html' title='::..In Your Loving Memory..::'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SeHr-dghJjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rOCs97eR36w/s72-c/genesis1680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-5133458006308538561</id><published>2009-04-08T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:20:50.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>::..Sita Sings The Blues..::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxKUFSxKoI/AAAAAAAAABw/75qnxuuqzVg/s1600-h/sita-sings-the-blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxKUFSxKoI/AAAAAAAAABw/75qnxuuqzVg/s320/sita-sings-the-blues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322210568523819650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sita Sings The Blues is a 2008 animated feature film written, directed, produced and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;animated by Nina Paley. This amazing work of animation comprises of scenes and stories from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the Hindu epic -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Ramayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; mixed with conversations by Indian puppets, beautiful tracks by Annett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e Hanshaw and scenes from the director's own life.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was simply beautiful to see how Nina was able to fuse such beautiful blues into this very Indian story..I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;must say the fusion worked... The animated characters were funny and kept the interest of the viewer going on till the end of the film.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For those who have read &lt;span&gt;the Ramayan&lt;/span&gt;a will know that this is a very consised version of it. In fact Sita Sings The Blues is fact just Sita's story from the Ramayana.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;certainl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y did entertain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nd I'm sure it will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;do the same to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxGPzK2BGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o9dxj6p6x3k/s1600-h/06.RamHanuSitaRainReflect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxGPzK2BGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o9dxj6p6x3k/s320/06.RamHanuSitaRainReflect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322206096892757090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxJ7rvzxvI/AAAAAAAAABo/j6T0xACoMUc/s1600-h/01.SitaRamForest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxJ7rvzxvI/AAAAAAAAABo/j6T0xACoMUc/s320/01.SitaRamForest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322210149349443314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-5133458006308538561?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5133458006308538561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/sita-sings-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5133458006308538561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/5133458006308538561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/sita-sings-blues.html' title='::..Sita Sings The Blues..::'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdxKUFSxKoI/AAAAAAAAABw/75qnxuuqzVg/s72-c/sita-sings-the-blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-1749182586678150296</id><published>2009-04-03T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:21:40.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdYXpYqRZII/AAAAAAAAABA/A0Tt8X7UMTo/s1600-h/confessionsofashopaholic-mv-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdYXpYqRZII/AAAAAAAAABA/A0Tt8X7UMTo/s320/confessionsofashopaholic-mv-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320466009546646658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Judging from the title one would think that it would solely be a movie about shopping n nothing but how wonderful shopping is. Well to all those who thought so - WRONG!! This is actually one of the most interesting movie I have seen to date this year! Finally a movie that kinda stood up to its trailer (* the other movies were such a let-down after viewing their respective amazing trailers).  Apart from the quirky heroine the movie has many familiar faces which would leave you guessing where you have seen them before this (*if you are any good at remembering naming them as I am).  From the beginning of the movie till the end you will be introduced to this wonderful new cast member - The Green Scarf.  Luke 'Fluke' Brandon most certainly made the girls go weak at their knees with his British accent n style while Miss Rebecca 'Becky' Bloomwood was definitely a breath of fresh air with her bubbly personality and ever radiant wardrobe choices...  All in all, 'Confessions of a shopaholic' is a definite go-see movie this year. A movie that will make you laugh and laugh while in the theater and then when you are leaving the theater...YOU JUST MIGHT WANNA GO SHOPPING!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604972768057747758-1749182586678150296?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1749182586678150296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1749182586678150296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/1749182586678150296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions Of A Shopaholic'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdYXpYqRZII/AAAAAAAAABA/A0Tt8X7UMTo/s72-c/confessionsofashopaholic-mv-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604972768057747758.post-6486992675469504415</id><published>2009-04-03T04:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:22:15.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Worst Case Scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdUnlh0MLOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JpTEFgZImDQ/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdUnlh0MLOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JpTEFgZImDQ/s320/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320202060494023906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My worst case scenario is to be forgotten. Not just to be forgotten by anyone but by someone whom I had once considered to be one of my best friends. To be just forgotten with the snap of the finger. If you are reading this, you know what you have done. I cannot take it anymore. Give me a reason for your behaviour because right now this is torture. I will not accept the notion that you are busy and swamped because it has never stopped you before and you can always make time to say a 'Hi!' I know I may sound cocky but I know I mean so much more to you or at least I used to. What changed? When did it all change? Why did it change? We got to know each other in the weirdest situation but what started of as just casual talk blossomed into a beautiful friendship and I'm going to hold on to it no matter what! If you are going to let it go, give me a reason for doing so before you let it go because the friendship involves me too!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Each day not hearing from you is proving to be a challenge to live by. A simple 'Hi' or a buzz. Is that so hard? Or do you just feel it's not worth it anymore? Is it me? Or is it ME? I require an answer. I deserve an answer! YOU owe me an answer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7604972768057747758-6486992675469504415?l=bobblesbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6486992675469504415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-case-scenario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6486992675469504415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604972768057747758/posts/default/6486992675469504415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobblesbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-case-scenario.html' title='Worst Case Scenario'/><author><name>Baveen K.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635356248234136567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/TEGQ__CO0PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kd9rAMnsJfU/S220/1340787730_667895400d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhveZjPjv00/SdUnlh0MLOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JpTEFgZImDQ/s72-c/PICT0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
