<?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-17182798</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:26:47.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Angelic Obsession~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113469492692865454</id><published>2005-12-15T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:37:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Exams are over!Christmas is almost here and so's the new year!Woohoo! But I'm down for a minimester next week :(..its a whole semester's class squeezed into 3 weeks. Classes are everyday from mon to fri from 9am to 12.30pm . Tsk. But looking on the brighter side, its ONLY for 3 weeks and finishes kinda early unlike normal sch days..atleast i have the afternoons off. Next semester only starts on Jan 17 and I've till then to do nothing.Christmas is coming!! I like!! Darsh and i are gonna join forces( and money) to get presents for everyone coz we're not exactly in a very financially flourishing period. haiz. But hey, with any 'spill over' money we have after buying the presents, shopping(for ourselves only) is gonna be great coz the sales here are amazing. And yeah, we're not THAT bad coz we're sharing presents ya know...rule is, only adults get shared presents;kids get one from each of us.so there...i can't wait to hit the stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today was the first day after exams..woke up at 9+ and watched tv the whole day.Tom &amp; Jerry, I Love Lucy, Grounded for Life,Full House, Endrum Galaata and Thirai Vimarsanam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/tv_gooder.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mali akka, hang in there.Things will get better.Pray.FOR THE RIGHT THINGS. And not for u-know-what.I love u.very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pravin, I dunno if u ever read my blog;but just in case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To u. u better have enough stories to tell me by the next time i call u!much love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;::Should I smile, coz u're my friend,or cry...coz that's all we'll ever be?::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/tv_gooder.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/tv_gooder.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113307349476190377</id><published>2005-11-26T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:38:14.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/wedding%20354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/wedding%20354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/wedding%20353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/wedding%20353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vino and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20056.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanna and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20054.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20054.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt,me, Darshy and Kanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20053.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanna, aunt, uncle and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha and Neesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20042.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20042.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20030.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/deepavali%20030.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santhiyaa, me and my aunt at the Deepavali party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-113307349476190377?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/113307349476190377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=113307349476190377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113307349476190377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113307349476190377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/11/me.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113258756403915360</id><published>2005-11-21T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:42:01.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday.It was basically eveyone stuffing their faces with food and talking around the dinner table. Food was YUMMY. I cooked the whole day. Made almost all the dishes(big grin)..with directions from my aunt, of course. After dinner, Santhiyaa, Darshy and I went for a walk and ended up helping a girl looking for her puppy which got lost.Headed back home after that.And slept.Haha...Santhiyaa and me dozed off on my bed and Darshy crawled in the middle shortly after..guess all that food made us so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's dog chewed on my DRIVER'S PERMIT. Yup. It was inside my handbag on the couch. He somehow managed to topple the bag over and rummage through the contents which were strewn all over. The damage wasn't THAT severe, just that the top left portion is missing. I taped back part of it but still couldn't find the other part so I'm guessing he ate it. I really couldn't find it anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my final driving test!Woohoo! I was all nervous somehow. as if I was getting behind the wheel for the first time. Thankfully, all went well and I passed. Can't wait to get my own car...it'll be like getting wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire..it was alright.I'm not much of a Harry Potter fan so I didn't get all excited. But I still had fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To u. I love u too. And miss u loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Don't judge a book by its movie::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/deepavali%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-113258756403915360?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/113258756403915360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=113258756403915360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113258756403915360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113258756403915360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-had-thanksgiving-dinner-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113216510420640405</id><published>2005-11-16T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:37:38.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;God answered me (not the one on the tagboard.that was vish). Not my prayers either, but my bumper sticker on the previous blog that says, "What next, lord?!" Something worse did come up.Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get worse. I'm not even gonna blog abt it. What did I do to deserve all this huh? I feel f****d up. Depressed. Stressed. Just plain miserable.I WISH I WERE DEAD. Seriously.I mean how strong can a person be? I think I've done a marvelous job surviving here thus far. But I really can do without the extra happenings. Give me a break man. PLEASE. I don't think I can be pushed any further...I'm on the verge of snapping. I just feel like crawling into a corner, crying and staring into space until either I get over this or I just drop dead. This is not me. At all. Gone were the days I was perky, happy, funny, bubbly, teasing someone, doing things I love. My days are so monotonous now. Wake up in the morning, go to school, sit through classes, finish up homework when I get back home, have dinner, continue studying or completing homework then sleep. Day in, day out the same thing. Checking for any new msgs on friendster, my mail, or if someone had tagged me on my blog are about the most exciting events of the day. I'm considered lucky if someone I bother to talk to comes online. SAD. To those who've been motivating and telling me to hang in here, thanks u guys. You people are the reason I'm still clinging on to whatever sanity I may have left. Vish, Darsh, Malz, Yo-garage, Santhiyaa, Caroline, Pv anna, my aunts, my uncle...love u guys a lot. Hopefully I grow out of this...be my old chirpy self. I'll try to pick myself. Yet again. Go on with life pretending nothing ever happened. Maybe then time will fly and I'll be in S'pore before I know it. Wow..That would be good. But yea…high hopes aside. Recover from this damned depression first and do well for my finals. That's my goal for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/life_sucks_more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/life_sucks_more.jpg" 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/17182798-113216510420640405?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/113216510420640405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=113216510420640405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113216510420640405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113216510420640405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-answered-me-not-one-on-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113165131542507585</id><published>2005-11-10T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:05:07.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP ME GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Last week SUCKED. Big time. I think I'm losing it. And considering the amount of work I have coz my final term exams are in abt 4 weeks, I think its inevitable.Here's the list of crap I went through just last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was 6am. Yet &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;another wretched Monday morning. After hitting the snooze button 4 times, I finally woke up and made it to the bathroom to shower. Just before putting my make-up on, I wiped my face coz water had dripped onto my face from my wet hair. I had just pulled away from the towel when I realized that my right eye was suddenly very blur. I was horrified to realize that I had rubbed my contact lense off my eye! My lenses were permanent ones and they were brand new!I couldn't ask my parents for a new pair, they'd hit the roof.And I couldn't even buy a  new pair coz specs and contact lenses are so god damn expensive here.Basically, I was doomed. I quickly dropped on all four and started searching frantically for it in the carpet. And the darn carpet in my room is a RUG carpet. I had to give up halfway coz I was running late for sch,but my aunt came in to help me search for it. I was kinda uncomfortable at the thought that she had to be in my room&lt;/span&gt; when I'm not around and that she'd find smth she shouldn't see. Not that I have many things to hide, but I still didn't want anybody going through ALL of my stuff know...throughout the entire day, I was upset. And I din know whether it was because I had lost my contact lenses or bcoz my aunt might prance upon smth. But thank god when I came back I somehow found it. Used a torch and covered every inch of the area i dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tuesday.Well tuesday's episode was actually a build up for Wednesday. Still, I got yelled at in the morning and that totally ruined my day. I got yelled at coz I was supposed to pass my aunt my teahers' numbers and I just kept forgetting. She wanted to call 'em just to check how I was doing in class and all. So yea...I was in a very irritable mood the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wednesday. The worst day of week. As promised, my aunt called my teacher in the morning. My teacher told her that I had been skipping my classes frequently, never handed in any homework and that I had been failing all my tests and quizes(I passed everything but when my teacher told her this, she thought I had been hiding from her the ones I had failed and only showed the ones I passed).Well, all hell broke loose . My aunt called both my other aunts and told them everything. They all decided to 'talk it out' with me and were suppose to come over in the evening. I had no idea all this drama was going on. I went to class and we had a quiz that day. When I handed in my quiz, my teacher looked at name on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Teacher: YOU are Nishalani ah! omg...&lt;br /&gt;Me(all blur): ya...y?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Your aunt called me this morning..&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea, she said she would..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: oh no..&lt;br /&gt;Me: y,what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I thought u were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;somebody else from my another class and told ur aunt that u never came for classes and failed everything and never did ur hw!&lt;br /&gt;Me(on the verge of fainting): Miss B! u've got no idea what u did!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I'm extremely sorry, love. I'll write u a letter explaining what happened and u go give that to ur aunt, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok...I dun believe this...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher(laughs): I'm so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So she writes me a letter saying that she had mistook me for someone else and that I was doing well in class and all. When my aunt comes back in the evening, I quickly asked her about it. I din wanna wait till she brought it up.Obviuosly she was so angry and upset. But I quickly showed her the letter and cleared things up. The thing that upsetted me most was that she really believed that I would pull off such a thing. As for my other two aunts, they suspected from the beginning that my teacher must have made a mistake. Both of them told me this when I was alone with them on separate occasions. I felt really touched that they had this faith in me. They were still upset and all but somewhere deep down, they knew that I would have never done that. Maybe its bcoz they only migrated here like abt 3,4 yrs ago and knew me alot more better than my other aunt who has been living in US for about 20+ yrs now. But then again, I couldn't blame her. i mean, WHAT ARE THE ODDS that a teacher would actually mistake her student for someone? And that too, a BAD student. 3/4 of the semester is already over and my maths classes are three times a week. Really, how could such a thing actually happen!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thursday. My first class finished at 9.50am and my next class was only at 1pm. For my 1pm class, we had to read a few essays as there was gonna be a quiz on them. So that was what I did during my long break. Read 4 extremely long and boring essays. At abt 12.45pm, when I reached my class, I saw afew of my classmates standing outside the room. One of my friends saw me and said, "Babe, class's cancelled." And he went on and on about what a bitch our teacher was because she hadn't informed us before hand and all. I wasn't even listening to him..I was so pissed! I had a just wasted 3 hrs of my time when I could have gone home and did better stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To all those who might find it funny, take it from me, it really WASN'T. You'd know if you were in my shoes.Things have been so against me lately, I'm so worried about what might happen next. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To u.well done on the presentation. and i do understand. sorry if i had given u a hard time this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/what_next_lord.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/what_next_lord.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/what%20next.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-113165131542507585?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/113165131542507585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=113165131542507585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113165131542507585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113165131542507585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/11/help-me-god.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113094394460551354</id><published>2005-11-02T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:01:53.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Deepavali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To all those I din call n wish, I'm sorry.It was Halloween night here on the eve of deepz(which would be ur deepz morning) n I was out trick or treating.so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My first halloween.i went to my aunt's hse coz she lives in a huge neighbourhood with lotsa kid. I din exactly go from hse to hse knocking on their doors but i followed my cuz who did. nope, i din have a costume.hehe. the rain spoilt it a little though.din stop till abt 8+. only after that ,the kids started to come. they were sooo cute.especially the little ones.There were witches, princess, angels, batmans, spidermans, draculars and so many others. I gave out alot of candies too. Alot of ppl really took the effort and decorated their front yard with scary stuff. Pumkins, spiders, skeletons, tombstones. I can't for next yr's halloween to come. hopefully its doesn't rain then.still, i had a good time n collected tons of candies and chocs.ohhhhhh...heavenly. Vino and Shreeram, i dunno if u read this but thanks u two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Deepavali. Mannn this is when i miss home the most. I juz wanna go back for one day for deepavali n come back.Miss my mum's cooking,the shows on tv and the live ones in yishun,the yummies,getting all dressed up,bumping into frens and family at the fair,putting henna on my hands,the $$$..everything. It realli sucks being away at this time of the year.This yr's deepavali was the most boring one i've ever had in my entire life.I WENT TO SCHOOL. Eng class was cancelled that day so I was done with sch early. My aunt picked me up and we went to a Chinese restaurant for a buffet lunch. It was us both and her office ppl(its actually my uncle's company and they work under him).She wanted to give them a treat coz it was deepz n all.they're all indians.(Mali akka, A came too.*I can imagine ur probable reaction now* Good news: He's still yummy looking. Bad news: He has put on quite a bit of weight and din shave). Anyway, the food was really good. Gotta bring Darshy there coz she said she wanted to eat Chinese food when she comes back.So after that, I had driver's ed. BORING. Came home, finished hw and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've got smth to look forward to this weekend. My aunt's having a huge deepz party. I'll have lotsa work to do but it'll really be fun. Darsh n Dinesh are coming from St. Antonio and Ramesh is coming from Paris.Haven't seen him since i came here. much food, much much dance and much much much fun .yay! I haven't decided wat to wear though...saree or punjabi suit..hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;to u. its always happening to us. can't reach each other at the most impt times. sorry if u felt upset that i din call u. i did.promise.y wouldn't i huh.so anyways...happy deepz to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;::I used to think that I was indecisive but now I’m not so sure..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-113094394460551354?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/113094394460551354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=113094394460551354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113094394460551354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113094394460551354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-belated-deepavali-to-all-those-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-113010654818187727</id><published>2005-10-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:50:17.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/1600/1-YasodaKrsna_fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3587/1650/320/1-YasodaKrsna_fe.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;                                      ~One of my most favourite pictures in the world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to a CHINESE restaurant for lunch today.yes.chinese.we had dim sum.was really yummylicious. but they only had authentic chinese food, not stuff like kway teow or hokkien mee...sigh.still, it was a treat by some family friend i din even know.hehe.so no complains. I'm kinda moody at the moment coz i'm quite tired.contemplating whether to take a nap or not.got tons of hw left.C.R.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We went to the temple yst.Meenakshi Amman Temple. They were having a Deepavaali fair.Man,Texas really has alot of indians.alot. the place was totally packed. I kept having this funny feeling that i was gonna run into somebody I knew.besides my family members whom i went with, of course. obviously i didn't, but ya know how it is in S'pore when there's a crowd of indians and its inevitable that u run into someone u know.i din even feel stupid looking ard for familiar faces. It was fun at the temple. They were was a bazaar,food tents and firework display . There was also a show where they sang songs and kids,even some adults,did the garba dance. The people here are really sporting.Not the least bit shy to dance in the middle of such a huge crowd. Came back pretty late...dozed off in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;To u.Looks like u're upset abt my testi for u-know-who. I seem to be doings things that irritate u as of lately.I'm sorry.Will make it up to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;::If you love a rose, learn to be patient with the thorns.::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-113010654818187727?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/113010654818187727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=113010654818187727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113010654818187727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/113010654818187727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-of-my-most-favourite-pictures-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-112973001410466071</id><published>2005-10-19T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:18:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The fog was so bad yst, it seemed like we driving in the clouds on the way to sch. Juz soft looking sheets of white outside the car.Beautiful but a little scary. It was almost impossible to see the other cars on the road. Luckily nothing bad happpened. I made it alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We oredered pizza in driving school yst. My classmate who was ordering the pizza had to tell the lady twice that it was not an apartment but a driving school.haha.Everyone was so hungry and we were wolfing it down during break. Yummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I want a sareeeeeee. I am sooo NOT gonna wear old clothes for the Deepz functions here. Since my uncle who lives here is in S'pore right now on a bussiness trip,I'm gonna get a saree sent to me through him. I already told Hema the descriptions of the one I want. And I expect to get it.I miss dressing up Indian-ly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff66;"&gt;To u. vous illuminez ma vie. je vous aime. Find out what it is urself..its in French by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;::I'm an angel! Honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo up straight!::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-112973001410466071?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/112973001410466071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=112973001410466071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112973001410466071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112973001410466071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/10/fog-was-so-bad-yst-it-seemed-like-we.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-112956895370797320</id><published>2005-10-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:47:49.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Had a rather uneventful weekend. Slept for the most of it. I managed to 'book out' of HQ n stayed in Darsh's hse. Whee! My other aunt stayed over with the kids too so it was quite fun. Went for a movie . Elizabethtown. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT WATCH IT&lt;/span&gt;. It was so freaking dumb and boring. An utter waste of time, money and a Friday night. It was just a random movie about nothing at all. Kept waiting for it to get better but it never did. Keeping the tradition, Darsh n I went undies shopping at abt 1 in the morning. Hehe! I bought a pair of knickers and a tub of Haegan Daz ice cream for my aunt in an effort tto cheer her up coz  she was having some probs at workplace n i felt bad for her. Hid it in the freezer as a surprise. cute huh. i know. I also helped her water the plants. I think I was the one who ended up getting watered though. And I must have looked quite comical fighting with the water hose all alone in the backyard, coz when I turned around, Darsh was howling with laughter. Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Got my eyebrows done .Waxed upper lips too. Myself. I bought this wax thing that needs to be microwaved and when its melted, u smear on areas u want to remove facial hair. Worked rather well. But it was oh-so-ouchified..i felt like i was peeling of my skin n not the wax. Oh well, for the sake of beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Called Vish darling at abt 5+ plus in the morning. hehe.Was nice talking to her. Then called Pravin. Ended up fighting as usual. I was so pissed at the end of the conversation. But at least i had the satisfaction that I had ruined TWO people's sleep!ohhhhh.... the pleasures of it. I hate it when it happens to me though. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Had a painful conversation with someone on Sunday night. I've been very confused about a certain issue for sometime now. But not anymore.I've made a decision and am gonna stick to it. for good. And for the one I had the conversation with, u know who u are. Special thanks to u. Pls dun feel bad. Like I said, u saved me from a huge heartache.We dun desreve this at all. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To u. I'll call u soon. Lotsa stuff to tell. Wish u were here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:: No guy is worth ur tears &amp;amp; when u do find one that is, he wouldn't make u cry::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-112956895370797320?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/112956895370797320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=112956895370797320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112956895370797320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112956895370797320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-rather-uneventful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-112922269038082642</id><published>2005-10-13T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:20:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;On my 3 hr break now. In the library doing hw. I've got such long breaks everyday, sometimes I get so bored. I wish college classes were like normal school class where u have back to back lessons and can get sch over and done with early. But in a way, the breaks are good. I can finish up any incomplete hw or reading before my classes. Besides, since my breaks start relatively early in the morning,when I come online, there are quite a few people still online since its not very late in S'pore. For ppl who din know, Houston is 13 hrs behind time from S'pore. For example, if it is 12 noon on a Saturday in S'pore,its 11pm Friday night here. So yea..i guess I should like my breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I passed my driver's permit test!Woo hoo! Go, me! To think that just two days ago on my first lesson, I nearly gave up . Not that I was scared or anything. There's actually a story to it.Here's how it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ever since I tried working my way to get a driver's license, things having not been working out for me. First, I when I tried to apply for my license, I got rejected coz I was a minor. Not 18 yet. They said I could apply for hardship license if I wanted to. Hardship license is for minors to get their license under exceptional cases. Like for me, I'm an international student so I din really have transport to school readily available. I think they also take in cases like parents sick, or parents' work places happen to be TOTALLY out of the way and timing's a bummer. Next, when I applied for my hardship license, they said I had to have driver’s education first. And since I knew nuts abt driving, it was rejection no. 2. It was quite a disappointment and on both occasions, I had to stand in SUPER long lines before they told me these. Finally, I signed up for driving school. Its where they teach u driving from scratch. I was all excited on Monday coz it was gonna be my first lesson(not practical, of course, only theory. But the thought of getting one step closer to getting a license still made me a little excited.hehe.) My lesson was scheduled at 4.30 pm and it was abt 3pm just after sch when Santhiyaa and I were walking towards her car. Then it happened. Right there in the parking lot, two cars had head-on a collision. It wasn't a freak accident or anything but both the cars still had considerable damage. And the gal was my friend from English class whom I was talking to just earlier that day. Nobody was hurt but Christina(the girl who met in the accident) was in a panic state and stood there crying. Santhiyaa was late to pick her brother up so we couldn't stop to help. I felt really bad. When I got home, that was all I could think of. I had lost every ounce of eagerness when it was time for class and had to drag myself there. We din do much in class that day. Just identified a few road signs and answered some qns on road rules. I began to get this bad feeling abt my driving. Like smth was definitely going to happen and that I was going to end up worse than Christina. I never know, smth could still happen in the future. But hey at least I passed yst's test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Darsh is coming back for the weekend. She studies in Uni. of St. Antonio which is a 3hr drive from here. So she comes back to visit every now and then during the weekend. Not too often, bcoz of the sky high gas price now. Its nice when she's ard. We're always out somewhere and doing smth fun. Shopping in the mall or stores, getting our eyebrows done, watching movies, etc. And when I stay in her hse, I get to sleep in till VERY late.hehe. When she leaves on Sunday afternoons, I report back to HQ later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So yea..that's it for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;To u, blanks for the blog entry dedication. Rather mean, but cute. And yes, I'll look ard for a MICKEY MOUSE-ISH top for u, little miss GROWN UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:: Men always want to be a woman's first love.. Women have a more subtle instinct; they want to be a man's last romance::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-112922269038082642?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/112922269038082642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=112922269038082642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112922269038082642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112922269038082642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-my-3-hr-break-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-112895296309727745</id><published>2005-10-10T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:41:21.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its starting to get cold!! Staying indoors,with the aircon ON, is warmer than outside.I have sweaters and jackets but i want a pullover!I wish I had gone ahead and made a personalized one in S'pore instaed of waiting for Ram fam to get around doing it which eventually never happened.Haiz...I'll juz have to go to the mall or what to look for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went for an airshow yst...it was called Wings Over Houston. Tickets for it costs abt 40 bucks each but my aunt managed to get them for free coz she used to work for the company.She got like 12 tickets so the whole jing bang (my two other aunts and their families and another family fren with her hubby n kid)went.The airshow had fighter jets and planes doing awesome stunts..they also re-enacted the bombing of the Pearl Harbour . It was really amazing.and extremely loud.I know of a certain person who would have enjoyed it.But i had a good time myself.They served food too.mexican.After that, we walked around and visited booths which sold military stuff and other souveneirs.We also saw other kinds of planes and helicopters on display.I took a few pics but haven't uploaded them yet.Will do so soon.After that everyone came back to HQ(i call my aunt's house,the one in which i stay,my HQ coz that's where my 'base' is and if I happen to go stay in any other of my other two aunts' hses during the weekend,i must report back by sunday for sch the next day).hehe.So yea..everyone came for tea and ended up chit chatting for so long, 'tea' became dinner. I helped to prepare dinner ya know...*beams proudly* Soon everyone left and I showered and went to bed rightaway coz i was soo tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I signed up for driver's lessons.Starts today,later in the afternoon.First there's abt 2 weeks of theory.Then comes the practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;By my 8th practical lesson,I get my driver's permit.That means I can hit the road but must have a person who's 21 and above with me while I drive.My license will only be issued after I turn 18 which is next Feb.Cant wait!Its really really difficult to live life here w/o a car.U have to be dependent on someone to go ANYWHERE.Like now,my cuz santhiyaa has to chauffer me to sch everyday.Thank God we're in the same college if not its gonna be more a hassle than it already is.And twice a week,when she goes to sch at another branch, my aunt and uncle have to pick and send me. I have like 5 to 6 people who take turns to send me and fetch me from sch.U get the idea.So yupz..that's all for now..tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to u.i hope things are fine with u.u seem to be quite sick and weak so take care of urself.mail me if anything.....and as usual,dun expect a reply to it. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;::You u can pick ur nose, and pick ur friends, but u cant wipe ur friends on the couch.::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-112895296309727745?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/112895296309727745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=112895296309727745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112895296309727745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112895296309727745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-starting-to-get-cold-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182798.post-112861462536787407</id><published>2005-10-06T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:27:09.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Finally.A blog to call my own. Wanted to create one eons ago but somehow never got around to. So just keep reading to get your spasmodic dose of darling me! tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;to u. i did manage to pull it off on my own.miss u doings things for me though.gosh,u've really spoilt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;::I ran up the door, closed the stairs, said my pajamas, and put on my prayers. Turned off the bed, and hopped into the light, all because you kissed me good night..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17182798-112861462536787407?l=shaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/112861462536787407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17182798&amp;postID=112861462536787407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112861462536787407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17182798/posts/default/112861462536787407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaligal.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sinfully cute me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694363728924561074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
