<?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-528891999872556966</id><updated>2011-07-27T11:00:21.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what happened..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3420564592098384773</id><published>2009-02-02T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:32:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;haha, long time no post? excited to see my blog alive again?? HAHA, knew it. okay. Let's start with..... CCA ORIENTATIONNNN! er, yes. Actually, we ourselves weren't sure whether we would be going. Cause of the global village thingyyyy. But, then it was cancelled the day before. Don't know why also. It was a good thing for us too, know why? Cause, we were not ready to show our mentors whatever we did. Whatever we did was REAL SHIT. really. I've actually uploaded pictures on fb (facebook! some idiots don't know). LOADS OF COMMENTS, afterall it WAS  a fun day. Should i upload that picture of Sara, acting like a total jerk on the wheelchair? nvm, save your laugh for some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOO FREAKINGGGGG PISSEDDDDDD. My mother just bought this new phone, Nokia one. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO OPERATE IT! I'm trying my best to download songs, but, 'USB device cannot be recognised'. ASSHOLE. On wednesday have Chemistry test! &amp;amp; i still havent' completed revising the first chapter. SHIT MAN. i'm getting too distracted! REALLY DISTRACTED. lots of things are happenind. but, there're too personal to be put on a 'open' blog. You'd be like, I WANNA KNOWWW right? HAHA, i'm giving you unneccssary suspense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, i think this post is gonna be full of words, LIKE TIFFANY'S (sorry!). HAHAHA, kidding. ;) I hate this stupid Global CIllage thing. Add stress to the loads of homework and revision. For me already like that, i'm thinking of those who're having there're Os this year. Good luck man, next year's my turn. Do we HAVE TO take major exams? why no MINOR TESTS? I keep thinking that i'll fail. Cause of what my grades are showing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what? My parents expect me to go a JC. It means, another 2 years of hindi! SHIT MAN. i hate it!! Irather study chinese, or some ancient subject. Just hate going back to my primary school. Reminds me of how nerdy i wasssss!! You'd be laughing by now. Crush, what a nice song. I've gotto find nicer David Arch. songs! There's so many things to doo. I think i'll delete my blog soon. I don't think there's a benefit in having it. SERIOUS. oh yes. Yesterday, webcam-ing with Michelle, she's like me webcam buddy know. SO FUN. it's just that her STUPID microphone doens't work, I WASTE TIME TYPING. i'm DAMN slow at typingggggg. omgosh, compared to Lavinia and all, when we went to the comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I think that's it. Now, have to go do maths work which i will take like 100 hours to complete. IT'S A GRAPH. what dyu expect. my motto? STRIVING FOR ACCURACY ;) HAHA, i don't know why my school comes up with these funny things when they know that we don't give a damn about it. NO ONE'S ONLINE. how boringggg. YOU ASS, you said you'd be online. HAHA, nvm. Till we meet/talk/chat/msg- whatever! So, sch buds, meet you tmr, Enjoyed this day-off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3420564592098384773?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3420564592098384773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3420564592098384773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3420564592098384773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3420564592098384773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world-ddddd-haha-long-time-no.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8539622635945411470</id><published>2009-01-10T19:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:55:48.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey everyone! I know im damn slow in updating, but i still update don't i? :P So, appreciate it. I know how much you love me &amp;amp; read my blog everyday! HAHA. Kk, jokes aside. Now, have to make serious ammendments to my life. Have to start working harddddd. Let's start with something I can still rmb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; MY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiDyC31uZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YT1O2vtAu2k/s1600-h/DSC05985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiDyC31uZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YT1O2vtAu2k/s320/DSC05985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289622658134423954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiEOVUyl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/8TctCEo5BzI/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiEOVUyl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/8TctCEo5BzI/s320/DSC06000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289623144124028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiFpnIZ3zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/y3E9mQ0gdxU/s1600-h/DSC06032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiFpnIZ3zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/y3E9mQ0gdxU/s320/DSC06032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289624712272011058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiGUXntGEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPq3_9JGKRI/s1600-h/DSC06041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiGUXntGEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPq3_9JGKRI/s320/DSC06041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289625446842701890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Yes, wonderful birthday, i know. When we were all gathered to finish eating the cake, everyone was suddenly like treating me in the princess-like way. I din think that something would be fishy cause, it WAS my birthday afterall. So, i sat beside Nurriny &amp;amp; Michy. Suddenly, Michy smashed a piece of cake on my left cheek! OMG, i was like, Michelle i won't ever sit beside you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then, went to the playground to take pictures! Nice &amp;amp; clean. OKay, now for Saturday! I tell you, Gauri is super funny. I don't know what happened after recess, i got so hyper! A short convo between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gauri-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(telling a lame joke, cant rmb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Roshni-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; you think it's funny? I'm not gonna laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gauri-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Roshni-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;YES, from this minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then, when Gauri showed me this face, &amp;amp; I started laughing so much! She's like damn funny. You should have been there. From what i'm hearing of what happen today, you bitch, you better watch out. You are the real bitch i've seen so far in my life. Who agrees? MEE. All I can say to you is fuck off, loner. Ttyl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8539622635945411470?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8539622635945411470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8539622635945411470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8539622635945411470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8539622635945411470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-everyone-i-know-im-damn-slow-in.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SWiDyC31uZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YT1O2vtAu2k/s72-c/DSC05985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-727167434519472718</id><published>2008-12-21T17:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:25:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hey there people! Long time no update. Shall do the updates now. HOLIDAYS. All I did was go out &amp;amp; revise some Hindi! Yea, you know. Hindi is not as difficult as it seems. If you try &amp;amp; revise then, you fail, it's your bad luck. But Hindi can be easy at TIMES. Not ALWAYS. (: Now, for the PICTURES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4T4IEJyrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oooMxEdD-84/s1600-h/1_460157342l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4T4IEJyrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oooMxEdD-84/s320/1_460157342l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282181267910675122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4UiHvkPMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4adECWcdAsQ/s1600-h/n692487427_1275764_7910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4UiHvkPMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4adECWcdAsQ/s320/n692487427_1275764_7910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282181989378833602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This was when we went to Sentosa- Palawan Beach. It was a wet, wet day! But, yet a fun, fun day! HAHAHA. Really enjoyed myself. There're more but Brenda is too busy to send! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4Xx4kkCQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O6DnpXVLCGE/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4Xx4kkCQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/O6DnpXVLCGE/s320/DSC02144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282185558718941442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4VjpvDGEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RjkBUSvkq18/s1600-h/DSC02545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4VjpvDGEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RjkBUSvkq18/s320/DSC02545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282183115194964034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4YLRnYeuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MKrc2Lz6yPE/s1600-h/DSC02538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4YLRnYeuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MKrc2Lz6yPE/s320/DSC02538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282185994938383074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Met Ritika after a long long time! HAHA. We went around Esplanade. Got splashed by the Merlion &amp;amp; had a burger! Well, not Ritika. Cause she's a vegetarian! Kk, another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4Y27pe8iI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3Haj7knNQVg/s1600-h/DSC02914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4Y27pe8iI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3Haj7knNQVg/s320/DSC02914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282186744955859490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4ZCs95WGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/l9BW3RH8VKE/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4ZCs95WGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/l9BW3RH8VKE/s320/DSC02899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282186947173374050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nurriny &amp;amp; I met Ameera in Pasir Ris. It was damn fun playing with plates and all! HAHA. The first picture was taken in the dark, the flash couldn't reach us. So, IT'S DARKK. (: Ttyl &amp;amp; Enjoy your holidays peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-727167434519472718?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/727167434519472718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=727167434519472718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/727167434519472718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/727167434519472718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-there-people-long-time-no-update.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SU4T4IEJyrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oooMxEdD-84/s72-c/1_460157342l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1841356712296002979</id><published>2008-11-27T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:27:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;HEY. Before starting to give a proper post, I'd like to wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARANIYA x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SS6A-nHIl3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EPbd7eXCQQY/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SS6A-nHIl3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EPbd7eXCQQY/s320/DSC01599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273294026836580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Had a lot of fun with you! Kk. Now, for the proper post. I have not been blogging for damn long. So, here goes. Today was uber fun. Divya, Rabia &amp;amp; I surprised Saraniya. We actually told her that we won't be able to attend her birthday but then, we wanted to surprise her. When I called Menega to tell her about this plan she was like, WOW! A surprise. So, I bought this cake. Chocolate flavour. Which I din like much &amp;amp; which had toppings as cherries! YUCKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sara was shocked when we surprised her. Lucky that she was sitting with Vrindha &amp;amp; not facing the side in which we would surprise her. Vrindha was unknown of the plan. She was also shocked! x) Celebrated her birthday at MacDonald's &amp;amp; headed of to play in the arcade. I kept getting the 2nd last OR the LAST position. I'm bad at racing! :( Divya kept getting 1st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The 6 of us actually wanted to watch The Coffin. But, we ended up watching WILDCHILD. Can't remember the name. I think Emma Roberts acted in some movie I watched cause she looks familiar. She totally resemble Ashley Tisdale! Then, when this guy and her were about to kiss, Sara kept saying 'How romantic, how romantic'. Irritating me only! The movie is nice. You people should go watch. AVOID PIRACY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;After that was going home &amp;amp; hugging time! I hope she enjoys having Dinner with her family now. Celebrating your birthday with friends are not only valuable but also enjoyable! It was fun today. Cracking jokes &amp;amp; making people laugh. Gossips &amp;amp; rumours. Nice, nice ;) Alright. I shall post another day for now. Tomorrow, I'll be visiting Shannen. I hope she's gotten well. I can't afford to have another fellow classmate in trouble! God bless &amp;amp; Gooodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1841356712296002979?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1841356712296002979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1841356712296002979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1841356712296002979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1841356712296002979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey_27.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SS6A-nHIl3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EPbd7eXCQQY/s72-c/DSC01599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1144544911597954571</id><published>2008-11-07T12:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:01:39.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HEY. I know, it's been a long time since I've been blogging. It's just that I have nothing to blog about. So, yes. Now I have something to blog about. Yesterday, WE HAD THE CLASS BBQ! Gosh, it was AWESOME (: Anyways, yes. I reached Tiffany's house at around 1. &amp;amp; then, we started playing a fool. Gave Tiffany a gift! My shoulders realy ache. After swimming for soo soo long. Yea, Sujee &amp;amp; I waited for everyone to go out of the pool. Nice right? Yes, I know. I think the pictures &amp;amp; videos can do the talking. Cause ... pictures speak a thousand words! Anyways, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62f0b3ad0de489a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62f0b3ad0de489a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76334F164C5CFC816CE6B9DBD485A0E228C34AB9.6759F2D052CC6AE7628EA1D836D5D33C6C351524%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62f0b3ad0de489a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO8e5yfa3brUoHND4QuMBxi4CEKE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62f0b3ad0de489a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76334F164C5CFC816CE6B9DBD485A0E228C34AB9.6759F2D052CC6AE7628EA1D836D5D33C6C351524%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62f0b3ad0de489a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO8e5yfa3brUoHND4QuMBxi4CEKE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;YESH. That was when I was in the mood to take pictures &amp;amp; all. It's when we started the celebrations. There's another one. WE SABOH STEPHANIE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a9e9e757be754e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a9e9e757be754e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEDEADCED17097E916606E9AE555E7FCEFB74459.5EF6B14C6476B6D044AD13862AA0D418157E60F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a9e9e757be754e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZy0xA1K5MSPQ0TqUrbnL_oafPqM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a9e9e757be754e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEDEADCED17097E916606E9AE555E7FCEFB74459.5EF6B14C6476B6D044AD13862AA0D418157E60F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a9e9e757be754e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZy0xA1K5MSPQ0TqUrbnL_oafPqM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. There some pictures uploaded in friendster. You can go see them. Class BBQ was  fun. It would have been more fun if we could stay longer. Luckily, when I reached home. There was no one there yet. My mother went to her friend's to help in some prayer going on. Then, I brough some food home. My father started asking about the Otah &amp;amp; all. I suspect he liked the cheeseballs, crab meat&amp;amp; Otah! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Saraniya's house with Divya. She damn funny luh. Or maybe, it's just that we kept cracking jokes all the way to her house. Taking funny videos. Divya making up stupid things. I think that I shall upload next time. I got to go to the post office! HAHAAH. Next time people. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; something's making me sad! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1144544911597954571?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=62f0b3ad0de489a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a9e9e757be754e0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1144544911597954571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1144544911597954571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1144544911597954571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1144544911597954571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8024212166716298664</id><published>2008-10-19T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:38:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm damn bored. Everytime, I think of complete reading the 'Goblet of Fire' book, my mother calls me &amp;amp; asks me to help her out in the house work. STUPIDDD. Annoyed, yes I am. This Nurriny another one. HAHAHA. She asks me the- you know, Babu is damn cute. He like became the chef today. &amp;amp; his speciality is making bread sandwiches. HOW CUTE. HAHAH. I just tried his latest idea. He added the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Maggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; curry powder on the bread and put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thai Chili Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. It's damn shiok. Nice &amp;amp; spicy. It ended my making me go 'ssssss'. It is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Got a bit caught up! Yes, about the Nurriny thing. I'll show you some of our LONG LONG conversation kay! :D Forget it. I'm too lazy to copy &amp;amp; paste. And, I hope you liked the previous post! HAHAHAH. See you soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P.S. I'm rotting at home. SERIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8024212166716298664?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8024212166716298664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8024212166716298664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8024212166716298664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8024212166716298664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8867293883284192756</id><published>2008-10-18T10:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:32:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;HEYY!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I saw Albus Dumbledore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlFEi9-YNI/AAAAAAAAAII/CHMB_nJyqIY/s1600-h/DSC02150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258309984340304082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlFEi9-YNI/AAAAAAAAAII/CHMB_nJyqIY/s320/DSC02150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAHAHAH. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; here're some pictures I took last week, during Hindi School or maybe, AFTERR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlFv_q2cWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cut_voCJgDE/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258310730779095394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlFv_q2cWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cut_voCJgDE/s320/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Raveena drinking waterrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlGt5Xqc7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/PXhn0uq0S8Y/s1600-h/DSC02143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258311794239894450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlGt5Xqc7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/PXhn0uq0S8Y/s320/DSC02143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She got annoyed! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlGESGAQFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5OY35jhqWlw/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258311079322206290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlGESGAQFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5OY35jhqWlw/s320/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;An attempt to take a picture of Ritika..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlGLfXRMbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I257FIBs3X4/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258311203143365042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlGLfXRMbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I257FIBs3X4/s320/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mission IMPOSSIBLE :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm freaking boreddd. Seriously. My marks are like down the drain. I wanna go school. But no idiot wants to follow me. Wonder what they do at home. Seriously. Fetching &amp;amp; leaving your siblings to school if NOT fun at all. REALLY, wonder what Riju enjoys. My Blog song is so soothing. Just that it ends very fast! I know you love it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wish someone comes to my life and makes it more lively. IT'S SERIOUSLY BORINGGGG MAN. About the first picture, I'm not being mean or what. Just to make all you blog viewers laugh out loud. Did I just say LOL? hahahahaha. Vokay, my sister is annoying me. Why didn't she go hindi school? Cause, her hindi exam is over and she already got her marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm not gonna embarrass myself by putting her marks. But, YES, she got way higher than me. She's only Primary 2 afterall. Tell you something, I'll surely retain. After seeing my EOYs marks, HERE COMES NURRINY! Sh'e s seriously a joker. I'm sure you saw the last time post about the conversation between her &amp;amp; me. ADIOUS~&lt;/span&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/528891999872556966-8867293883284192756?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8867293883284192756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8867293883284192756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8867293883284192756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8867293883284192756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/heyy-guess-what-i-saw-albus-dumbledore.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPlFEi9-YNI/AAAAAAAAAII/CHMB_nJyqIY/s72-c/DSC02150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6866977508630000174</id><published>2008-10-15T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:35:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hey. Damn bored. Yes, today I went for this Business Tourism thing. It was held in Ngee Ann Poly. Seriously, I feel like going there. Since, there's no chances of going to a JC. Everyone was soo nice. Expecially the facilitators. Our facilitator, I mean. I keep forgetting her name. But, it's a name which you just add a few words to make it another word. Okay, if you don't get then nvm. If you get it, GOOOD ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, the day started when I woke up at 5.35 and got dressed and all. Left home at 6.30 &amp;amp; took the train to Clementi. Waited for TIffany and went off to find Clementi Interchange. I tell you, we did not know the way ourselves &amp;amp; kept asking directions from everybody. We did not know that the MRT and the bus interchange does not HAVE to be linked. HAHAH. We saw this bus stop. Then, this is the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tiffany:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eh, i see a bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Roshni:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes! I also so la. AT LAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;(We came nearer to the bus stop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Roshni:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, this is the 'interchange'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tiffany:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Er.. yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It wasn't really a interchange. It was a bus stop with LOTS of buses going to. Then, reached the REAL interchange and asked the bus drivers how do we go to Ngee Ann Poly. He point to the back of his office and said 'Take 154'. We were like 'Okay, thank you.' Being so nice and all. We reached the place, 154 does not go to NAP. Then, went back. Taking a LONGG route back. Got the directions and rached the convention centre in time at about 8.15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First, damn boring. All the talk all. Sara and I kept making jokes and giggling. Cleris &amp;amp; Tiffany kepy shh-ing us. HAHHA. Then, there was break. Then a talk AGAIN &amp;amp; some break dancers started dancing. Seriously, our school dancers dance MUCH better ;) Then, Sara and I were like laughing all the way cause they kept shouting and yeah-ing. Then, lunch then the hands-on-activity thing. Fun lar. The last part of the activity, the F1 race. Omg, damn nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was laughing so much that the girl on the trolley said 'don't worry, go slowy'. I REALLY wanted to beat the guys but then, obviously, THEY WON. Cause I cut the track then, 3 secs penalty. SHIT. Sara was also the Rider. Pushing the person. HAHAH. Then, we talk to Mrs Tan about this and she said 'Guys may be better than us in might, but we are stronger than them in wits!' &amp;amp; all of us were like 'YESSS!'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6866977508630000174?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6866977508630000174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6866977508630000174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6866977508630000174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6866977508630000174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6793834056862038338</id><published>2008-10-14T13:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:09:30.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HEY THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes. You know yesterday right, I went to school. Even though, there was no school cause we had to help this Tamil teacher in our school to decorate the school with the Diwali decos. The teacher kept pissing people off. SERIOUSLY, that's why only 6 people came to help her out. Annoying sial. Her decoration ideas are purely SHIT. I don't care whether she sees this or not. She just HAS to know that she is sooo NAGGYY! Omg, surely you would also agree with me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But, there were times when the teacher wasn't there. FUN TIMES :D I think I was the brave-but-scared person to climb the ladder. The ladder was like so shaky that you would be afraid that you might fall off anytime. Divya really helped me keep the ladder secure. Rabia and all would only disturb me. IDIOTS ;) HAHAH. It was still fun. Then, Rabia had to buy this specific bag from Bugis. I don't know what you call it. But, that's the trendy bag people are carrying nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We kept going round and round and round and round finding for Bugis Street. We went by the wrong way, I guess. We should have listened to Rijwaana. I then called up my mother and asked her how to go then she said it is in front of &lt;em&gt;SEIYU&lt;/em&gt;. We then were finding for &lt;em&gt;SEIYU&lt;/em&gt;, but to no avail. Then, my mother called up and said &lt;em&gt;SEIYU&lt;/em&gt; changed to &lt;em&gt;BHG&lt;/em&gt;. Assholes, HAD to change their name. We went the same way we walked. And finally reached our destination :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Rijwaana and I are planning to buy that bag. Hope that the 4 of us get to have the same bag! Then, we'll really be the Fantastic Four! HAHAHA. Okay, that was not funny. I'll entertain you with some videos. You know, I was telling you that I'd upload some videos when I find that memory card reader? 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title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6657018574160032447</id><published>2008-10-13T20:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:17:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNHhd7y2_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jjhzNmnxkPM/s1600-h/DSC02242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256623830368181234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNHhd7y2_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jjhzNmnxkPM/s320/DSC02242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGpzn2HUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mo-nA5hAG8s/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622874117414210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGpzn2HUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mo-nA5hAG8s/s320/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGm5Neu4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sGO0lK8D2t8/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622824077835138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGm5Neu4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sGO0lK8D2t8/s320/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGj2fnBaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A4a0IIcw_k8/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622771808961954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGj2fnBaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A4a0IIcw_k8/s320/DSC02212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGg7nzj-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kip2rhkgYy4/s1600-h/DSC02211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622721645907938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGg7nzj-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kip2rhkgYy4/s320/DSC02211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGaRF6SiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kSDhEc4dx20/s1600-h/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622607150238242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGaRF6SiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kSDhEc4dx20/s320/DSC02208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGdgjWAOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5EeVaju-RIg/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622662839828706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGdgjWAOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5EeVaju-RIg/s320/DSC02210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGWu-a2JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aNIIUs1JjXI/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256622546452404370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNGWu-a2JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aNIIUs1JjXI/s320/DSC02203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YES! I went for the Zee carnival. I have MANY MANY pictures of SRK. More than 60, I guess. Cause wehn he came, I kept taking pictures of him and Sara was like 'ROSHNI, stop!'. I'm not a SRK fanatic but, it's worth becoming one for a while ;D If you want more pictures, IM me! I'm always ready to share. There are pictures of Raja too. Here they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNI9OpVN-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UmrZJK6oXNM/s1600-h/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625406812174306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNI9OpVN-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UmrZJK6oXNM/s320/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNJHcexmfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSkpP7LFt4c/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625582324685298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNJHcexmfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSkpP7LFt4c/s320/DSC02186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have 3 more of his. But, not interested to upload. It was fun with Sara in there. We kept cracking up jokes. When we were leaving, there was this 2 girls dancing and singing themselves. I made a nick name for them. MAD COWS! Omg, sorry. Got to go now. Was on the computer for like hours. See you all tmr, I guess. I'll do the full updating ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6c588ca1d1541eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6c588ca1d1541eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D151B7C1DFAF920FF16649129BB34E3738E2321C8.7C9CA5FE609AC82C9DF9EA90503975210ECE1FA0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6c588ca1d1541eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8JizWUBWRSwNFnjPQJbK7eC3jDM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6c588ca1d1541eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D151B7C1DFAF920FF16649129BB34E3738E2321C8.7C9CA5FE609AC82C9DF9EA90503975210ECE1FA0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6c588ca1d1541eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8JizWUBWRSwNFnjPQJbK7eC3jDM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6657018574160032447?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6c588ca1d1541eb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6657018574160032447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6657018574160032447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6657018574160032447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6657018574160032447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-went-for-zee-carnival.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SPNHhd7y2_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jjhzNmnxkPM/s72-c/DSC02242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2069424861855605163</id><published>2008-09-30T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:11:41.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VERY FUNNY! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2069424861855605163?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2069424861855605163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2069424861855605163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2069424861855605163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2069424861855605163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-funny-ddd.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3376456656987811003</id><published>2008-09-26T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:46:06.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Omg, fetching my sister is like hearing nonsense all the way. Cause, I bought ice cream for both, Me and her. Then, she starting her theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anjali:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Didi, you know why I eat with the spoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(silent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anjali:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, nvm. I answer myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(I started giggling)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Because, when I eat with spoon, it is more easier. When you lick, lick, lick. It's will melt, melt, melt. It is even more easier. You can eat all the ice-cream first then the cone. No need to eat the cone first then the ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(still quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anjali:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You know which colour I like, the ice cream one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(eating my ice cream happily, ignoring her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anjali:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I like the yellow colour one. It tastes like durian. It's very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(ignoring her completely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I KNOW, I was mean by not replying to her and all. HAHAHA. She used to it already. I don't really talk to her. She's the one who starts talking crap first. But, she's clever I tell you. Not like me, last in class. SHE'S ALWAYS THE 2nd! I know why you're laughing. Cause. she's not 1st. Yes! Cause of her classmate, Colin. He's always the 1st. No change evrytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My father also! He trying to impress me by making roasted almonds himself. Really, I don't know how parents can cope by snacking on dry fruits. I appreciate it, but I prefer ROASTED CASHEWS! :D My family is sure interesting to check out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3376456656987811003?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3376456656987811003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3376456656987811003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3376456656987811003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3376456656987811003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-fetching-my-sister-is-like-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5882578118443930420</id><published>2008-09-25T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:57:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna fail my SOVA( Study of Visual Arts). Really. I am. Cause, of things happening nowadays. Especially today. It was really sudden of her to tell me this. VERY SUDDEN. I was scanning stuff for Sara when suddenly I wanted to do something which I should not have done earlier. Confusing right? Nvm. Ritika! I'm so happy for you. But, I just don't know how to help you ): I'm totally sorry. ALRIGHT, some fucker just signed in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways, today was really scary. I mean it. REALLY SCARY! Cause, after exams ended, we were going back home. And to do that, we would have to walk pass the interchange. We walked normally escaping a few people asking for donations. But, when we arrived near Value Dollar, this bunch of indian guys came up to the 5 of us and were like talking some stuff in Tamil. I can understand. It's just funny to hear it from others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HAHAHA. Then, no one had money to pay when they asked for money. Saraniya only had. She overheard them saying that the pen was only for 50 cents. If you gave them the money, they would give you that pen. Then, she was about to take out 50 cents when the guy said- "WOAH! I can see 5 dollar-notes and 2 dollar-notes!!" It was embarrassing. In the end, Saraniya gave a 2 dollar-not and we fled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;On the way to the library, a guy whistled at us AGAIN. He kept whistling if you did not turn back. So, then we were like laughing and trying to run away. We had enough of the asking-for-money ordeal! HAHAHA. Today was hilarious. I was really freezing in the hall. I should have brought my jacket! I think I do not have enough fats to protect me. Of which, I'm very happy about! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5882578118443930420?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5882578118443930420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5882578118443930420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5882578118443930420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5882578118443930420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-gonna-fail-my-sova-study-of-visual.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8104158275752844182</id><published>2008-09-24T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:17:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, I'm finding out things which I'm not supposed to know. HAHAHA. I don't know why, but, chatting with Nurriny is fun! This is what she always says, here's a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yah! and so funny..&lt;br /&gt;omg, how do you have so much humor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe, it my way of expressing my anger :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It just comes naturally you see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yalah.so much of rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;anyways....why yo ask if i took art? you alr know i took art, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nothing, just confirming la deh./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why cannot ask meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you president of s'pore ah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;im gonna be ok,, someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, another time. She's trying to irritate people only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;oh ya...do you know how to update your msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cos mine is the old version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;update?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mine's the old version too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i tried downloading the new one, but there's a virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Trojan virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;as in the new version can have the pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nurriny. We're really at world's end. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;oh give cough medicine or send to a doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSHNI! you can figure out how you stole my heart :] &lt;&lt;seriously,&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;right, HILARIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, enough of updating. GO STUDY ROSHNI!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8104158275752844182?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8104158275752844182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8104158275752844182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8104158275752844182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8104158275752844182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-im-finding-out-things-which-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-4410838330467180501</id><published>2008-09-23T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:16:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't worry. I will find out who you are. WAIT, i already know who you are. You're really a loser. Just come face to face and tell me that I suck la. I will make YOU suck first. I don't want this to become a bigger issue. That's why I kept my mouth shut and kept tolerating your shit. You wait, If I don't do anything bad to you, then my name is not Roshni. BITCH, you deserve that word. You piss me off, that's it. My bad words will surely fall on you. ASSHOLE. Just cause I'm not saying or doing anything, it doesn't mean I'm not alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I shouldn't have wasted my blog entry for some BITCH. Today, I was talking to Ritika while going back home. Then, there were dogs barking in the background. Ritika asked what that noise coming from? Then, I told her that Swati &amp;amp; Ajeeta live there. It's not that they own the dogs. They are the BITCHES, who were barking. Then, we burst out into a evil laughter. It's not even called evil. I'm being too nice already. C'mon lar. You have done much more stupid and shameless things to me than I did to you. I can even count it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna private my blog. Seriously. I have people blogging shit about me &amp;amp; spamming my tagboard. They think that cyber-bullying will REALLY work on me. Once I see you right, or get to know who you are right, I'll go and slap you. Whenever you think of betraying anyone, you'llll remember the slap. It's make your cheecks turn blue-black. Sorry, you don't have a cheeck afterall. You're BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dare, show yourself. Before I find out who the bloody hell you are. I just want to tell you, that you suck more than me. I have many other friends to support me. While you, pathetically sticking to each other. When, you both don't care about each other. Dumb sial. You don't even know how much the world hates you more than the world hates me. Whatever lar, thinking about you only makes me puke! Go DIE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-4410838330467180501?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4410838330467180501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=4410838330467180501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4410838330467180501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4410838330467180501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1909887255123653298</id><published>2008-09-21T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:45:32.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;oh right. Since the hindi exam is over.. I've on subject gone down. I'm fully getting help from my aunt. POA, Maths and English. Her Maths is not that good. But, it's worth a try. It's very boring on the computer sometimes. Especially waiting for SOMEONE. Yes, I've got to revise and stuff. But, it's no harm taking a break. HAHAHA. It's just very funny to look at my hindi marks. It never changes. Nevermind. I've still got to do better at other subjects. I'm trying to concentrate. COMCENTRATE. DON'T THINK ABOUT OTHER STUFF. NICE STUFF. Forgot? Goooood:) Alright, I'm bored and it's very obvious. THANKS SARA! -for your moral support. I hope you succeed in your mission! HAHAHA. I  ♥ YOU. And all you people who will be blogging after this date, GO STUDY!!! Toodles:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1909887255123653298?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1909887255123653298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1909887255123653298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1909887255123653298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1909887255123653298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-right.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-4953888894307051554</id><published>2008-09-15T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:51:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I have one thing to say to you idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACT INFRONT OF ME, MY SECOND JOB IS BEING A CID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, yes. That's all. If you know who you are then good. I don't know how to name you lar. No shame at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SHAMELESS ASS. REALLY, SHAMELESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; All you know is to break people's heart and make them feel miserable. But, I'll nvr want to be what you want me to be. NEVERR! All the other people reading my blog, all I've got to say is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Looks can be deceiving. &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/528891999872556966-4953888894307051554?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4953888894307051554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=4953888894307051554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4953888894307051554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4953888894307051554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-one-thing-to-say-to-you-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7195414357991611232</id><published>2008-09-12T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:50:52.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Today was not-so-bad-day. Yesterday was a nice day too but, really hilarious. Go to Tiffany's blog to look at what happened. Cause, i'm too lazy to type everthing out. I've to go offline soon. Just updating for the sake of updating. I can't belive what happened today. Before the unbelievable thing happened, Sara, Tricia, Melina and I stayed back for Art. To complete the clay. Yes, but it could not be completed. STUPID! nvm. We were telling ghost stories and all. Yes, fun fun. It's just too much to type. So, ya. The unbelievable thing is that- MY FRIENDS KNOWS MY TUITION FRIEND. Okay, not that he's my friend. But, he studied in the same tuition as me. This is what happened. Saraniya and I were walking back home. Talking about random stuff. When my eyes suddenly fell on Tiffany, Charlotte, Stephanie and Jeanette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tiffany was like blocking the guy face. But, when I saw him, I knew it was the tuition guy. Then, you know, I was shocked. So, I showed that expression to Tiffany and she was like- "Don't look at me like this, he's Jeanette's one." I did not reply but kept staring at the unbelievable incident. Then, the guy went like- "Hi." Then, I too replied- "Hi." Okay, what you wanted me to do? If I did not say "Hi" then I would get embarassed. But, either way, I would still say "Hi" only. After we exchanged Hi-s, the girls behind started laughing. I don't know why. But, they just did. Then, Sara kept saying- "Roshni, that guy's hot lar. SUPERR HOT." I did not know what to say, cause I was still in the shocked mood and replied- "Yes, yes. Correct." So ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I don't think this seems to be an unbelievable incident but, random thing went through my mind. He would be attending the lantern festival occuring in the school now, with them. Yes, that was the UNBELIEVABLE INCIDENT. HAHAHA:) Alright, got to go revise. I couldn't revise today cause I was doing the clay ... Anyways, THANKS MELINA for helping me think of the idea of what to do :D ! It is much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7195414357991611232?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7195414357991611232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7195414357991611232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7195414357991611232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7195414357991611232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-not-so-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5507159933171518031</id><published>2008-09-10T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:56:52.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was ultra funny! We really do create comedy. But, today we got scolding. This is what happened. Cause when we have Mother Tongue, we'll go to the school library. So, yesterday, we went to the library. You know, we're used to tease the librarian and all. She also will laugh but not show it. So, while all the rest were having MT oral, Rijwaana, Rabia, Divya, Saraniya and I were playing a fool with the librarian. 5 of us were sitting together. Then, when the librarian came to check on our noise level, we would put our hands together(in the praying pose) and face up, towards the air-conditioner. Then, we couldn't help it and started laughing. Then, when it was time to go home, we marched out of the library(you know, like the NDP thing..)!! HAHAHA. It was REALLY SUPER DUPER hilarious. We could not control the laughter and started laughing. But, wen we were leaving, we forgot to close the door of the library. The librarian heard us laughing loudly and came out started counting "1, 2,3,4,5. There, here". We didn't know what to do then, I gave the idea "RUNN!". We were running away like the police were after us. Omg, it was a really funny day. Then, everyone started having wild imaginations like "Omg, what if we get suspended or even a detention?". Right, it would be obvious that it was Rabia's words. Funny imagination she has. Then, today, we had MT and the Tamil teacher asked us to say "sorry" one by one to the librarian. But really, it was a hilarious day :D. Now, I've got to go do my dry-point. Scratch the thing. bbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5507159933171518031?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5507159933171518031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5507159933171518031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5507159933171518031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5507159933171518031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-ultra-funny-we-really-do.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7023521019092514172</id><published>2008-09-08T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:07:24.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It's been a long time I've not blogged. There are lots of things to say. But, most of them can't be said. Uh, yes. I did not blog for so long cause my computer crashed. It happened to the previous one too. Don't know what happened. My father's friend helped us fix the computer. I'd love to go online everyday but I've got to buck up first. Afternoon study starts this Thursday. I'm really gonna do all my studies at home. That's where I really can study-with friends and all. Yes, I could not watch Camp Rock cause I was in my mother's friend's house. Sitting down there and rotting. Hearing grandmother stories. Texting ppl who don't reply. I downloaded it from the net. But, Windows Media Player doesn't seem to be showing the video. It's like the soundtrack of the whole movie. It takes at least an hour to download. If anyone of you wants the thing, you can come online and I shall send it to you. Afterall, my parents taught me to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Talking about share, nvm. Don't talk about it. Sara and I have not finished our Art work till now cause of SOME PEOPLE who don't give clay. THEY think they bought the clay. Assholes. Still can't forget the day. But, still it was fun. Going to the Philips showroom after that. Oh ya! I've got the video in my phone, but I can't upload it now cause I can't find the thumbdrive for the memory card. I've got to go study right now. I shall update as soon as I can. TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7023521019092514172?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7023521019092514172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7023521019092514172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7023521019092514172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7023521019092514172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-long-time-ive-not-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6267093909436445747</id><published>2008-08-28T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:55:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;; If you want avenge, do it face to face LOSERR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I didn't go to school today. I know- BADD GIRL. Whenever it comes, I just can't take it. It kills me. Wonder how long can it last. Problems solve, while other problems occur. Woke up at 11 today &amp;amp; reasiled that I had to go to school. Asked my mother medication and was about to rush to bath and all when my mother said- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;If you're not feeling well, you don't have to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It was surprising to her it from her. Normally, she'll encourage me to go. I think she being nice to me cause I'm suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I missed it. For art, my clay art piece exploded. How can it be! I'm damn annoyed. I think Ms Low didn't put it properly. She hates me. It's very obvious sometimes. I ask her to help me out in my art work, she'll act as if she did not hear me. I can't do anything cause she's A TEACHER! You've got to respect them. I also missed Biology. Oh yes! Did I tell you we have a new teacher? yes, we do. Mr Tang. He's not new, but he's new to teaching our class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;He's a really good teacher. He goes straight to the point when coming to Bio essay questions. Tells tips and all. Today we had 2 periods. I should have gone. Tmr is gonna be a worse day. I've to do 2 mono-prints for Art. If Ms Low is not there, die lar. Have to do it when school reopens. For the clay art piece, I've to go with Saraniya and do on a Tuesday during the hols. Then, Thursday go again for LD Sec 4 farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6267093909436445747?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6267093909436445747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6267093909436445747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6267093909436445747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6267093909436445747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-want-avenge-do-it-face-to-face.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5759886913096024929</id><published>2008-08-27T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:23:25.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hate you, lady. I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;HE LOVES ASSES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm starting to suspect that you can't be trusted. Really you can't. Anyways, I'm getting  cranky today. Having PMS. It always happens. A few days when it starts. One minute, I keep ignoring my friends and in the next minutes I ask myself- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I just came back home. Explained to my mother- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If I start to get irritated or start shouting, don't be surprised. It's my first day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Without further explanation, she got what I wanted to say. There's lots of homework to complete, of which some are just time-passing stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1) Maths Worksheets 61, 62 &amp;amp; 63.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Chemistry TB, equations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've got to explain on the chemistry thing. Mrs Chu is very nice but also giving us lots of homework. Nice in a way cause, she went through the whole textbook to tell what to study and what not to. Nice huh? But, lots of work to do during the 1 week hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3) POA Worksheet(using straight line method)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't think I'll do this cause I can't understand. Especially when they ask the opposite. Like you know the Maths, It's I= PRT/100 right? I'll get confused when they ask for the Time or the Rate. So, I'll ask Mrs Tan tmr. The whole class will do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;4) Sign forms- both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;5) Copy down SS notes onto foolscap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6) Prepare for study time-table(due to the upcoming exams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yupp. That's about all. Oh ya! You know yesterday was super fun at Kiddy Palace. We were practically holding our favourite cuddly bear and taking pictures with them. Here are some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SLUazym3pKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nNatijBMqio/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SLUazym3pKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nNatijBMqio/s320/DSC01519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239123218575893666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ME:) Holding the one I like best.&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/_SN90saXom-k/SLUb6UkdE8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4HX2XXDA6oA/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SLUb6UkdE8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4HX2XXDA6oA/s320/DSC01522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239124430283412418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I asked her to give this artistic pose. HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Alright, got to go and study. Bbye. I think I'll be blogging only till the Septembet Hols. After that only after school ends. I've got to pass all my subject. I've not been doing well lately. Now that you know I suffer from PMS, don't go around teasing me. I WON'T APPRECIATE IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5759886913096024929?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5759886913096024929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5759886913096024929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5759886913096024929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5759886913096024929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-you-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SLUazym3pKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nNatijBMqio/s72-c/DSC01519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5979491385972462799</id><published>2008-08-26T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:49:28.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;OMG, I had the most weird dream ever you know. THE JONAS BROTHERS came in my dream. It was like I was their friend and all. I still can't believe they actually cam ein my dream. It wasn't actually all 3 of them. Only Joe and Nick. But, as usual, Joe was damn hot! He was wearing this red sleeveless top. I kept asking them their Autograph and taking pictures with them. HAHAHAA. It's not  un-believeable. So, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joe was damn hot lar. This was due to my wallpaper. It's of them:) It's inspiring to have their picture. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeah. I watched 'The Miley and Mandy Show'. It's damn funny. SERIOUSLY. Making funny faces and all. Hilarious, I tell you. HAHAHA. Damn funny. I'll update you later. Got to go back home now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5979491385972462799?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5979491385972462799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5979491385972462799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5979491385972462799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5979491385972462799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-i-had-most-weird-dream-ever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7594848383405149086</id><published>2008-08-25T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:17:37.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;;HE is an ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I just added more songs to the playlist. BUT, it doesn't seem to work. GAWD! Nvm. Alright. Telling you seriously, I don't like hindi school anymore. I used to look formard to it and all. But, it's no use. I shouldn't have asked Gauri to come to hindi school. She was even more annoyed. Sorry, I know I'm at fault. You just don't want to tell me cause you don't want to create problems. WELL, THAT'S CALLED TRUE FRIENDSHIP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Alright, sorry. I was being to emotional just now. Talk to Ritika for like hours. It's nice talking to someone older than you and more mature. It makes you feel like a small kid, cute and cuddly:) HAHAHA. Anyways, today was a slack day. Like any other Monday. The only studying subject are Humanities. I'm actually here to do my english project but it seems it would be postponed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's weird why people get devoted into have the same looks in friendship. Well, it's their wish. Sara brought her Akira portable DVD player. It's so tiny and cute. Sara and Rijwaana were watching some Tamil music videos while the rest of the class and I were watching 'Drum line'. It was superb. The film was nice. You've got to watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cheryl kept saying it's a nice film. It IS nice though. HAHAHA, I like it. Well, nothing else to type about. I'm parctically siting down here and sharing my boredomness with you. Waiting for my sister as well. She is such a 'Chipku'. She sticks to me like don't know what. ANNOYING I tell you. Oh ya! Yesterday, my grandparents and I celebrated my uncle's belated birthday. It was fun I tell you. Creating jokes and all. FUNNY:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Alright, got to go fetch my sister; TATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7594848383405149086?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7594848383405149086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7594848383405149086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7594848383405149086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7594848383405149086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-is-ass-i-just-added-more-songs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8952292491403405826</id><published>2008-08-22T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:03:21.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Today was just AWESOME. But, after school that is. Before school ended, there was CA2 tension going on. There was a Math test. It was told last minute, so it become AN OPEN BOOK TEST! Then, there was Geography for 2 periods. I don't know why. But, I wasn't scared in presenting my research to Ms Yip. My intention is always to create COMEDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So, ya. Ms Yip kept asking Cheryl and I to repeat what we said cause, we're too fast:) HAHAHA. Then, it was time to explain the figure. Ms Yip couldn't understand it properly. SO, I told her in the Singlish how it actually works. HAHA. Geog was fun. But, the test went horribly bad. I'm gonna flunk my combine humanities. It's very obvious. POA test went quite well too. Chatting and having a good time with the teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause there was no LD.. Sara, Divya and I went almost-around-the-whole-of-the-south-zone-of-s'pore. It was damn tiring. To buy a bag, we were actually going around the whole south zone. First, we went around TPY central. Then, we couldn't find any nice bags. Then, we headed off to Bishan, Junction 8. There even worst. No budget for bag all. It costs around $45 when we only had 20 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;From there, we went to AMK hub. That is the worst you know. I didn't even realise that I passed by AMK hub. Is that even called a hub? Aiyoh, no comments. Fun moments, laughter moments. We had loads of fun. More than usual. Either we were tired or having the laughter disease. Okay, I've got to go. I've to get ready for the filming in school tmr. Bbyes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8952292491403405826?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8952292491403405826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8952292491403405826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8952292491403405826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8952292491403405826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-just-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1970353493384290929</id><published>2008-08-16T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:04:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is something new with this blogger thing. Anyways, I'm actually typing this of yesterday, It's 12.50 right now. It's already Saturday. Ritika's online too:) So, yeah. Chelsea was super kind today! She lent Saraniya and I her 'J-14 ' mag. HAHAHA. Nice to read about actors and all. So, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some hot news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Demi refused to kiss Joe in camp rock cause, Disney Channel is a family TV station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Nick &amp;amp; Kevin are "Mama's boys" cause the girlfriend they want to have, had to be 'approved'   by their mom first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)Hillary Duff's hair-style ROCKKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was all(I can rmb). I'm too lazy to go get the mag. and list down all the stuff:D I was chatting with Melina the whole while yesterday, On 15/8 at 1a.m. So, yeah. Today, Chelsea and I had a good laugh during P.E. Cause, she's in my group with Val. Koh, Stephanie, Hillary &amp;amp; Tricia. Cause, we had to pratice our passing of the rubgy ball. Then, Riju just couldn't kick it &amp;amp; whenever, I kicked to her, she would either be scared or it would hit her head:D. It was hilarious! HAHAHA:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, now after practice, we had to get into our groups and play against the other 3 groups. So, the first one we played with was Rijwaana's group. I tell you, I was really screaming, 'PULL THE SASH!!'. Cause, the group was suppose to touch down and when they're holding the ball, we can pull their sash on the shorts. HAHAH. Tiffany pulled my shorts until I could be the white lining on the FBT shorts. LUCKILY, no one saw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, then, there was recess and the Geog, POA, Maths and MT. I'm starting to ♥ Maths. It cause I'm starting to do ALL the worksheets Mr. Lim is giving. Today, Saturday 16/8 is really gonna be a hectic day. Go school at 8.30 for english remedial and then from 10 to 12.30, I'll have to do the english project. Filming and role-playing. AIYOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO FINISH THE SCRIPTS! OMG, I'm gonna die! Nvm, I'll explain to them tmr. Then have hindi school, excited to go and see Ritika, Gauri, Sudhanshi &amp;amp; Raveena. It's been more than 1 week since I saw them. There's another reason! SHHHHH:) Then, later have to come back home, do Geog research and discuss with Huijie online till 1 plus. AIYOH. 'Hectic life, hectic schedules.'- Asha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna pack my bag for tmr! I must not forget my flip-flops. The other time, I forgot. OMG, I almost died of embarassment! Anyways, I hope I get enough rest till 7. When I wake up to start the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/528891999872556966-1970353493384290929?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1970353493384290929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1970353493384290929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1970353493384290929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1970353493384290929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-is-something-new-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3999335924308973938</id><published>2008-08-15T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:04:46.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOE JONAS♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKRYsZS5w0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rv_wDiac0Bc/s1600-h/Joe%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234406186639016770" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKRYsZS5w0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rv_wDiac0Bc/s320/Joe%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ritika and I are planning to buy a small little cake cause of Joe's birthday. You know like in the indian idol last time, there was this fellow who looked like Sonu Nigam. He treated Sonu Nigam as his Guru and celebrated his birthdays, loved his songs and one day, he met him through the indian idol show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's what I'm trying to do. I really want to meet Joe Jonas and The Jonas Brothers. At such a young age, they make their parents proud of them. &lt;em&gt;HOW COOL CAN THEY BE? &lt;/em&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/528891999872556966-3999335924308973938?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3999335924308973938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3999335924308973938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3999335924308973938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3999335924308973938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-joe-jonas-ritika-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKRYsZS5w0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rv_wDiac0Bc/s72-c/Joe%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5286601141183842491</id><published>2008-08-13T17:08:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:21:10.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Before I start posting a actual blog, let me wish my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANJALI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKlFqwKf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GvVBgI0gHpE/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233927233752170370" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKlFqwKf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GvVBgI0gHpE/s320/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Anjali, in the punjabi suit she wore for ther prayers yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;THANK YOU, Bharti for wishing Anjali. Even I cannot wish her cause she attends afternoon session for school. HAHAHA. Yesterday's prayers were spechless. I was being the waiteress of the snacking time. My maternal uncle and my paternal uncle were really hilarious:) Here're the pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKmEFiXgkI/AAAAAAAAADA/yaR1DymkLXE/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928306093949506" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKmEFiXgkI/AAAAAAAAADA/yaR1DymkLXE/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The priest made this preparations for the prayers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKmYABsxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/8Rg4QSa9GVA/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928648212136978" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKmYABsxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/8Rg4QSa9GVA/s320/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The priest himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKm5kA-HaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NNltH4wSevA/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233929224808439202" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKm5kA-HaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NNltH4wSevA/s320/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tushar(Babu) correcting his Kurta:) (1st shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKnQpQGNtI/AAAAAAAAADY/0aNn7YlrMq0/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233929621351053010" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKnQpQGNtI/AAAAAAAAADY/0aNn7YlrMq0/s320/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ar(Babu) correcting his Kurta:) (2nd shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKnhItyv8I/AAAAAAAAADg/utiqJ0UqHDE/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233929904675012546" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKnhItyv8I/AAAAAAAAADg/utiqJ0UqHDE/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tushar(Babu) correcting his Kurta:) (3rd shot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKoAUETlFI/AAAAAAAAADw/rm0SSn9QA00/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930440298173522" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKoAUETlFI/AAAAAAAAADw/rm0SSn9QA00/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An attempt to look scary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKoQsj_WFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/S2HyCXrTGFs/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930721751423058" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKoQsj_WFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/S2HyCXrTGFs/s320/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acting smart only:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKoiCL3zUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXWOaa6mU2k/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233931019613621570" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKoiCL3zUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXWOaa6mU2k/s320/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acting cute and showing off his new ATM card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKo-fVyirI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HKqPWMK3M4/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233931508476185266" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKo-fVyirI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HKqPWMK3M4/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A closer look on the ATM card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKpQssvv5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sTJYuhIBDwE/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233931821299777426" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKpQssvv5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sTJYuhIBDwE/s320/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHONAHOLICS.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKpn8A7J9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/5LgGPKS9XYk/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233932220547934162" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKpn8A7J9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/5LgGPKS9XYk/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Himalyan:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKqAU_oCcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q_91VoV-PDo/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233932639570233794" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKqAU_oCcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q_91VoV-PDo/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aryan, Himalyan's elder brother!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKqaOoe9uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MyvWuiTf9ZU/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233933084539156194" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKqaOoe9uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MyvWuiTf9ZU/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Komal &amp;amp; Trishna, sisters(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKq0AkWfyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OqO05FkEzDM/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233933527440326434" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKq0AkWfyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OqO05FkEzDM/s320/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amrit:), nice girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, now you've seen those ppl who I took pictures of. My uncle asked Himalyan &amp;amp; Aryan- "How're you?". And guess what they replied, Himalyan- "4", Aryan- "6". HAHAHA, I was really laughed my lungs out:) It was serisouly funny, LAUGH! My Maternal uncle was very hilarious. So, was my paternal uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Cause, you know we were doing the havan(put all the offerings into the fire and burn it), the fire wasn't lighting up. Then, my uncle was saying that there will be no gas suppl in the fire and no oxygen will be passed through all. HAHAHA. I was laughing really hard. I could not 'SWAHA' properly. 'Swaha' means like you know when you put the offerings, you actually have to say 'Swaha'. The meanings means like gone case(i think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I was sitting beside my uncle, that's why. Then, before the Havan, my paternal uncle was talking to my brother and this is how the conversation went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uncle- Eh, Raj Kumar, how much is your MRT fees ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raj- 40 cents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;cle- So, how much will it be in a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raj- I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uncle- THEN, WHAT YOU KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Even though the prayers was going on, I was really laughing and hearing the conversations. It was realy funny:) Anyways, talking about today. I had a GREAAT time teaching Sujee maths:) Rijwaana was really funny, or Sujee and I were too stupid to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What happen was that we had to find a length of some line then we had to use the tangent rule. So, Rijwaana was telling Sujee was to write. Tan=4/?. The question mark thing was the one which made us laugh till we wanted to pee! We actually had to put line AT there, put then Sujee and I kept thinking of 18, then cause Riju kept repeating it then we thought it was 80, so I asked her "48+48=80 meh?" then she replied AAAA TTT! Then Lavinia also came and explained but we couldn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;AT LAST we understood and burst out laughing:):). It was fun. Kay. I've got to go fetch my sister, tell Sara on what happened today, do my hw and do REVISION and last but not the least, watch "The defining moment". HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKlFqwKf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GvVBgI0gHpE/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5286601141183842491?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5286601141183842491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5286601141183842491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5286601141183842491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5286601141183842491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-i-start-posting-actual-blog-let.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SKKlFqwKf4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GvVBgI0gHpE/s72-c/DSC01415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2872402912550391419</id><published>2008-08-08T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:12:26.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wednesday, 30th July &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't recall what happened on that day, it's been so long that I posted! I'll have to refer to my school diary to tell you what happened. Oh yes. We were suppose to be having our socail studies test. But, due to some reason, Mrs Fam postponed it to next week. Adding up to that, it was Humanities week. Our class had to send one representative to do the Humans Quiz, but, no one had time to go. I was supposed to go, but had to complete the social studies project and hand it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday, 31th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We had our Biology test. I'm really going to be the last in class for this, I'm going to fail badly. The bio book was in my hands, but, I just couldn't get every single thing in my brains. I was damn annoyed. Before we had our bio test, we had Art. We had to make a sculpture out of clay. It is fun, but it can be really dirty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday, 1th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HAPPY MONTH OF AUGUST:) Many awesome people are born on this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;like JOE JONAS!! Anyways, Friday was a normal school day, nothing special happened. But, after school, there was a LD session. We had to play games with the Sec 1s. It was fun to play, but, no one could really rmb my name and all. HAHAHA. Funny, not. It finished at around 5 and reached home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday, 2nd August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This was the awesome day. I really loved the day. Full of fun &amp;amp; tiredness. HAHAHA. I had this Financial Literacy Carnival. It was held in AJC. MAny schools came like Anderson Sec, St. Gabriel's Sec, CHIJ St. Nicholas and one school with a green uniform. That's all I can rmb. Actually, we were supposed to be doing this "pair 'em up" game. But, when we reached the classroom where it was being organised, we realised we were not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;There wasn't any ghost or anything, there were St. Gabriel's boys. We sat there having nothing to do, so the IC of that game told us to go to another station, but then this muslim guy said, 'We don't mind them staying here' and LAUGHED away with his fellow schoolmates. IDIOTS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We then went to the registration booth to take over the job, but the 4 of us were dissapointed when we saw our own classmates doing the job:( After that, we went to help out in the Praxis Game. Sara was totally shocked when she saw _ _ _ _ _. I also was shocked. HAHAHA. That was the only thing I could do. His face was REALLY NOT NICE!! She called him hott!:( OH GOD, I felt like strangling her. Anyways, it was time to teach the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3 Anderson Sec guys came to our table. It was fun teaching them. Only fellow kept getting money from the lucky draws and the other one was earning cause of the stock exchange thing. The middle fellow was having the least money. 2 minutes before the game was going to end, we helped them to cheat. I don't know what we did. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now, it was time for tea break. _ _ _ _ _ kept coming in front of Sara asking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her to msg him her number, she's quite smart. She said that the phone she was having was not hers. GOOOOOOD girl:) After tea break, we had to wait for the students to go around, then Mrs Tan came with her children- Aileen &amp;amp; Jordan(AHEM!). Here's a video on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e9761089eb3d142" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e9761089eb3d142%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D663F4CE23EECF5C034DD1EC4FBDD92D51C384F16.630779C880AA7E6D01CCCE534C1109AA8ACAEDC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e9761089eb3d142%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbIILMyVEfh4QWr7KXMfiyUvcYX4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e9761089eb3d142%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D663F4CE23EECF5C034DD1EC4FBDD92D51C384F16.630779C880AA7E6D01CCCE534C1109AA8ACAEDC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e9761089eb3d142%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbIILMyVEfh4QWr7KXMfiyUvcYX4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Soo, yeah. All good things come to an end. I also had to leave for hindi school. It was fun. This is a picture of us:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SJv29PfnJsI/AAAAAAAAACw/RaZo0kHXlqU/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232046924112537282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SJv29PfnJsI/AAAAAAAAACw/RaZo0kHXlqU/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was quite a hectic day. After hindi school ended, my mother wanted to go buy all the prayer stuff for the 12th of July, we're praying on Shankar Bhagwan. So, yeah. Had to go get the stuff and clothings for the priests. I was damn tired. I came home, immediately went on the bed and fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday, 3rd August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's the 3rd of July so fast. In 1 months time, we'll be having our EOYs(End Of Years). Life is full of pressure nowadays. Everyone wants to become 1st in everything. Even I want to be. Not first but at least in the top 10:) I got to revise &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I DID. CONGRATS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monday, 4th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This was the last day to practise for our HHF. We have this mass dance thing and every level will compete with each other. I just hope our level wins. SEC 3s ROCKK:) Then, it was ART TIME! We had to draw sculptures of Father Barre and Mother Mary holding Jesus. Luckily it can be found in school otherwise, nvm. During CME, the teacher put this movie 'Meet the Titans'. It was on the blacks and whites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I fell asleep halfway while Rijwaana did her Maths tuition hw. Saraniya didn't come, poor thing. She was said to have a minor asthma attack. She could have gotten the major one anytime. MY CLASS PARTNER:( boring day. I also got scolding from the tamil teacher cause of Aishu's radio. I HATE THAT MORON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tuesday, 5th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Normal school day. Had LD today also. It was to come up with ideas on how to put up the Sec 4 farewell party. We thought of having a theme. The theme for this year would be _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. I can't write it up cause I don't want any Sec 4 of my school to see. HAHAHA. They're ordering pizza too! I'm eating them after a long long time. My father forbids me to eat 'em. Nice, nice:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was also tension time for the english project. We had to give our brochures by the next day and so far, our group did not even start on it. So, yeah. Hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2872402912550391419?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e9761089eb3d142&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2872402912550391419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2872402912550391419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2872402912550391419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2872402912550391419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-30th-july-i-cant-recall-what.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SJv29PfnJsI/AAAAAAAAACw/RaZo0kHXlqU/s72-c/DSC01332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5110035070354057257</id><published>2008-07-29T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:41.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE UPDATE BEGINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 24th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I woke up till 1+ for this day. Cause, the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; was the presentation for AEM. So, there was a lot of tension. We were really doing last minute editing and writing on the cue cards. EVERYTHING WAS LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, 25th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today was the irritating day when I missed PE. I really wanted to play Rugby. Anyways, I had a very bad headache. From the first period, Chemistry, I had bad headaches. So, what you expect me to do? Lie down right. I laid down for a while. Then, Mrs Chu started scolding. I was really pissed off. So, no choice, I had to put my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;head up(with my eyes closed). Hehe:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;After that was PE, the sun was shining like hell, so I deciede to go to the sick bay. A place of peace. A place where one can relax and not be disturbed. After, PE ended, I came out of the General Office looking as fresh as a cucumber(I don't know if it's right). While I was having a good rest, Mrs Tan came in and asked what happened. I told her the long story of waking up late and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She asked me to go home. I thought of doing so, but, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t would be leche to do so. I'd have to come back for AEM for the presentation.Then, there was Geography. Ms Yip came in and said that we were ahving a SURPRISE test. ALAMAK. I totally didn't know anything about Coasts. Luckily she gave time to revise.At last, The moment of truth had arrived. We had this 1 hour test to do before our presentation of which we had known earlier and were asked to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;It was quite funny to see us talk cause we were like blank in the mind but still talking some nonsense. Hehe:) You should have been there. Luckily Mrs Chu came after we finished our presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday, 25th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG OMG, 5 more months+ 1 day to my birthday:) Luckily, there was no hw for Hindi. But, there'll be a test next week. I'm going to fail. But, I have to PERSIST. one of the HOMs. Habit Of Mind, if you'll don't know. It was a normal hindi school day. We got our MAGAZINES. Sudhanshi is so nice to talk to, today only I realised. So, yeah. Talked about gooood stuff. SSSSHHHHHHHH! Three theers to the faces of people sitting on the bench in the class picture(hindi class). It was way good. Especially mine!:) Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday, 27th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I always look forward to this day to do all my revision and stuff, but the TV is to irresistable. I saw this Tamil movie. Damn nice. My parents got LoveStory 2050 also. So, it was MOVIE day. Nothing else to say about today. Oh, ya. I als&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 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o watched Incredible Tales. Damn nice. SHIOK:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday, 28th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was a normal school day. The next day is POA test and I still didn't revise anything. I thought I was gonna die when Sara called up and asked me to teach her. It was kind of helpful for me also, trying to recall what Mrs Tan said. So, ya. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday, 29th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, we had POA test. It wasn't very easy and it wasn't very difficult. There was only one difference and I'm gonna get 8/10. I got 2 things wrong, or, maybe careless mistake. HOW CAN I BE SO DUMB???? Anyways, Today was fun doing CIP with the elderly. There were so very nice. Here's a picture of them with US:):)&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SI84jH68dAI/AAAAAAAAACo/74y_LmVV4i4/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SI84jH68dAI/AAAAAAAAACo/74y_LmVV4i4/s320/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228459868473291778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I wonder what Cheryl was doing looking down. Trying to sleep. Irritating ppl only. Alright, I've got to go to sleep. No time for rest. Bbye!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5110035070354057257?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5110035070354057257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5110035070354057257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5110035070354057257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5110035070354057257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SI84jH68dAI/AAAAAAAAACo/74y_LmVV4i4/s72-c/DSC01331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8501283275843936004</id><published>2008-07-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:39:23.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Alright, there're a lot of things happening. Let's start from the previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, 18th July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't rmb anything about that day but only that we had AEM practical.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We got this panadol tablet and we were suppose to find how many active ingredients are present in there with the different methods like TLC, FCC &amp;amp; IR. Okay, I'm not gonna type the full form of it. I'm getting sick of it!! So, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There was this lady teacher helping us. She came into the class in earlier lessons also, but, I still don't really know her name:) how dumb. Nvm. You know, it wasn't a serious lesson. Saraniya &amp;amp; I kept spilling the Acetone &amp;amp; since it evaporated very fast, we just used the tisssue to wipe it and then, woalah! gone:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The lady teacher was very shocked in seeing the amount of Acetone left for our group. Guess what Sara &amp;amp; I said? We said that we're so hardworking that we used mostly all up for the experiment. Hehe:) Nice one. So, now, it's the tension for the presentation slides and written test. I'll come to that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday, 19th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was really a stupid day. I made poor Sudhanshi &amp;amp; Ritika wait for me for soo very long. Hehe:) I was really late. So, nvm. The day started bad and it went bad. But then, the assembly teacher gave a good news. School ended at 5! One hour earlier!!! So, yeah. As usual, Ritika and I would always sit together. Talk, gossip &amp;amp; discuss about hw and stuff. Teacher then gave us warning, not to talk. So, we used a paper to communicate. How smart right? It was MY idea:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Then, it was recess time. I don't rmb us going down. Sorry, short term memory loss! Oh ya, I rmb-ed. We made the excuse of going to the toilet and then came back to the class with emo-ish feelings cause the lights were switched off. Aiyoh. I told them to switch on, but what to do, no one listens to me nowadays:( So, yeah. After that, Raveena &amp;amp; I went to MacDonald's to have a good talk about life for 1 whole hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I bought apple pie. My gosh! How much I love apple pie. There was once I really hated even looking at it. But, now, I serisouly love it. So, Raveena also tried it and said it tasted like baby food!:( it was cause, she ate the filling. Not the whole thing. I felt hungry, so I bought another one to eat at home. Went home humming some song:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday, 20th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This was the day I was really looking forward to. it was to- complete my 2 comprehension. Hehe:) But, unfortunately, I could not. I kept going to the study room to do my work but got distracted by the movies my parents were watching. They watched the whole movie- Jannat and didn't keep for me to watch! So bad:( It has a nice story line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways, I watched a movie half way. Kokki, a tamil movie. This MP of the movie was laughing like one kind. I myself started to laugh. Hehe! So, yeah. Nothing much on that day. I didn't go out or anything which I can blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monday, 21th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This was the day Saraniya &amp;amp; I were looking forward to. It was Racial Harmony Day:) Cause there was this HHF, I had to bring my punjabi suit and all to change for later. But, after changing I don't know what happened... I felt like I was drunk. I asked Sara to follow me to the toilet to change. I was really not comfortable. So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Then, during assembly the Secondary 2s were having this fashion parade. They had to use recycled stuff to make ethnic clothing, i think? Not very sure. Rijwaana and Divya kept interupting by calling me. Cause they were absent you see. After that, we had AEM. So, we met Riju there. It was the consultation lesson. YOu rmb I told you we were spilling the Acetone? It would be graded you know!! I was annoyed. Aiyoh, next time must really be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dr. Chia was giving some advice on what to do for the presentation slides and what not to. It took around 45 minutes. Since we were the last group, we were alone with him. It was better, could ask questions more freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tuesday, 22th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was yesterday. I totally forgot that there was going to be a test today and I was not ready for it. I could only do 1 question. I could not ask anyone of what to do cause Mr. Lim was right behind me. Cheryl Chong another blur. Asking me what to do. How would I know when I myself didn't study?? Aiyoh. it was expected, I fail the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I thought that there was LD yesterday, but it turned out no. So, Rabia has some Red Cross stuff to do, so Divya and I followed her to computer lab 2. Luckily it was open, if not, we had to run down to the library to finish the work. In the end, there was some problem with every Microsoft Word in the every computer. Rabia had no choice but to go today and finish it up. Poor thing:(A lot of things happened on MSN, it was a disaster yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But, anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALVIDA    - to our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wednes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;day(today), 23th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After seeing my maths test marks, I almost had a heart attack! hehe:) I'm not gonna reveal my marks here. It would be embarassing. You wanna know, ask me in MSN. There's a chance I won't tell. So, yeah. Then, Saraniay went to the library to do her test cause she didnt come on tuesday. Lucky sial, get to revise the whole day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then, there was MT, then, assembly. I really curse myself. I did the most horrible mistake in my life. I VOTED FOR MARISSA!!! Omg. I still cannot believe that I did that. I feeel veeerrrry idiotic. If she becomes the ex-co, i'll blame myself for choosing her accidently. Mrs. Nicholas another one, can tell right that the unmber is written on the back. AIYOH AIYOH:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OKAYY. I've got to take Asha's advice, not to sleep very late. hehe:) going to bed now. Take care everyone! I'll try to update sooooon:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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/528891999872556966-8501283275843936004?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8501283275843936004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8501283275843936004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8501283275843936004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8501283275843936004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/alright-therere-lot-of-things-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6603674085238855391</id><published>2008-07-17T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:14:05.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hello people. I really have nothing to type. Even though I do have, it's a very long story. This STUPID AEM thing lar. It's really pissing me off. Somemore, on IM ANOTHER idiot is irritating me. Born idiots are so annoying. Now, only I know. I was really asking Asha lots of questions. Poor thing, I hope she doesn't feel bad. Hehe(: she did help me atleast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know why but, I just don't feel like sleeping. My hands are aching. Bbye:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6603674085238855391?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6603674085238855391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6603674085238855391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6603674085238855391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6603674085238855391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5306075274034902362</id><published>2008-07-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:48:41.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I fell really annoyed! No one is helping in the AEM project.. Well, Riju is but ther other 2 are sitting there and shaking legs. I just finished knowing how to do the experiment. I tell you, I'll be very scared to do it(project persentation) infront of the 2 teachers. They'll start commenting and all that. We've to finish up the whole 20 presentation slides by TMR!!!): I feel hopeless. REALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder why people don't understand love. Love is different from Lust, Crush and all sorts of things. THE ONLY PERSON YOU CAN LOVE IS YOUR PARENTS. No one else.I get irritated when I see people's friendster profile and it says 'LOVE YOU'. Do you really love the person?It's AMAZING that I've started talking about love rightt? Nvm. I shall not continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So, now. I've to try and make Sharifah understand what's going on. SHe would be VERY VERY blur. So, yeah. I just realised that I don't have her number. HOW ANNOYING!): Babu is the one at fault! Because of him, cable tv is now not available in my house): I feel so irritated. It's better for me also cause, it'll bring me back to revising and completing hw. Talking about hw, I've got lots of hw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;HW for the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. Comprehension 2006 Mid-Year Paper&lt;br /&gt;2. Comprehension 2007 Mid-Year Paper&lt;br /&gt;3. Today's maths ws&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. I think that's all. It seems little but a pile to me. I'm really becoming lazy nowdays. VERY VERY VERY LAZY. I came home today, ate lunch and went to watch serials on COMPUTER. SOO smart, my mother:) After watching that, this lady came knocking on the door saying that she had to do some cigarette survey. AIYOH AIYOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, I didn't go and fetch my sister today cause my father did it. How nice:) Anyways, I had to top up my ez-link card. I was talking on my phone the whole while. I'm sure that Rijwaana is VERY VERY patient. She waited atleast 3 times. I can't believe that it's onle 10.49pm right now! I'm so happy. I can study after this:) Bbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;rmb that you're perfect, god makes no mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&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/528891999872556966-5306075274034902362?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5306075274034902362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5306075274034902362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5306075274034902362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5306075274034902362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-fell-really-annoyed-no-one-is-helping.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8954153265106529734</id><published>2008-07-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:41.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SHtxB5IpR2I/AAAAAAAAACg/45hr-NAld8I/s1600-h/Adrusta+%26+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SHtxB5IpR2I/AAAAAAAAACg/45hr-NAld8I/s320/Adrusta+%26+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222892470197110626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hehe:) This was yesterday's picture. Before we had our lunch with our DEARR buddies. The lunch was really superb:) There was Chaat, Tandoori Chicken, Naan, Gulab Jamun, Some Mutton dish, Butter Chicken &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all the delicacies you can think of right now.. We had lots of fun. But, Sara wasn't feeling well. So, she didn't come to school today. She's coming tmr. YAY:) I feel so nice all of a sudden. I mean, I'M ALWAYS NICE RIGHT? Goood:) Days haven't been going well so far. There are lots of projects to do. Wonder how much more will I suffer. I cam eon the comp. to do my research for AEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The projects are for SS, AEM, CME &amp;amp;&amp;amp; English. 4 subjects. Well, ya. You know yesterday, after the lunch at Boat Quay, I and Sara were happily going back home when all of a sudden, my slipper felt loose. I looked to see what happened and INDEED, one of the straps came off. I wore it after VERY VERY long. REALLY. I felt VERY uncomfortable wearing them. But, for the punjabi suit, that was the slipper which matched. So, ya. Sara &amp;amp; I met Vishalini, Jananee &amp;amp; Aishu on the way. So, I went with Vishalini home and I TELL YOU, SHE KEPT LAUGHING EVERY NOW AND THEN. HOW ANNOYING:( So, on THAT way, we met our Tamil teacher. She was going to mustafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Speaking of gifts, I FORGOT TO MAKE SOMETHING FOR PRATHNA:( I'm so very annoyed. It just happened to be that today was their last day and tmr, they'll be leaving by the morning flight. I REALLY feel very bad. It was SOOO nice of her to send some sweets.. I wanna commit suicide already. Nvm, I'll give the next batch of students going there this year. Maybe they'll help me. Today was the most SCARIEST DAY EVER, for Divya. She was totally frightened. I'll tell you the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After watching the performance the CLuny students gave, Rabia, Divya &amp;amp; I went heading straight for the National Library cause, I had to return some books my sister bought from Mobile Library. So, yeah. On the way to the interchange, Divya saw this REALLY old man stripping. OMG! I think that he was the stripper. She was the only one who saw among the 3 of us. She was DAMN frightened. I hope that she feels better now:) I was still in the trauma. But, then, we told her to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YUPP. Then, Divya bought coke and we all shared. HOW NICE CAN SHE BE!:) Then, the coke finished and the only thing left was the ice. I and Rabia started to fight over it. SERIOUSLY TELLING, RABIA LOVESSS ICE! So, in the end, I gave in and started to immitate her. SHe another one. Kept smiling and giggles away. In my mouth, there was this cube of ice. I giggled, and there it went, THE WHOLE PIECE, through my oesophagus. YUCCK. She then told that that's god's punishment for imitating people. So, yeah. The day wasn't bad afterall. See'll the next time I blog:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/528891999872556966-8954153265106529734?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8954153265106529734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8954153265106529734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8954153265106529734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8954153265106529734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/hehe-this-was-yesterdays-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SHtxB5IpR2I/AAAAAAAAACg/45hr-NAld8I/s72-c/Adrusta+%26+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-817935255488467156</id><published>2008-07-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:25:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It's past 11 and still, I'm not asleep yet. BADD GIRLL:( Kay kay. I've to start deeep down. ALRIGHT. As you all should know, I went to India last year in November. It was a 2 year student exchange thing. So, last year, I went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm thinking of going AGAIN! So, TO CONTINUE. The Cluny Convent girls came to school today. They'll be staying here for 1 week, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, my buddy for this thing is Adhrista. In short, Adi. Sounds like a guy's name. But, can't help it. No one in my class can pronounce her name properly. EVEN I CAN'T!:( So, she's a girl with a blue band on her head &amp;amp;&amp;amp; has short curly hair. I tell you, PRATHNA IS DAMN NICEE:):):) She sent an envelope of chocolates(which taste GREATT) with a specialised letter for the students who went to her class. Adhrista is from the same class. HOW SWWEEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I really didn't expect it. Anyways, I'm thinking of writing her a letter back and sending some S'pore key chain. So, yeah. During recess, we went to the library as I had to show them the school and they were not hungry. Cause, we had breakfast with them earlier. THE CHICKEN POPCORN WAS NICEE:) I think cause I didn't eat breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the way to the library, I met Sonali. She was practically laughing at me when she saw me. I felt SOOO bad. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; this Sara another one. VERY IRRITATING. Make people laugh only. So, yeah. OHH YEAHH! We even told them about the Mas Selamat thing. They lOOked very interested. RIGHTT RIGHTT. Well, I'll keep updating. TOODLES:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-817935255488467156?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/817935255488467156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=817935255488467156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/817935255488467156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/817935255488467156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-past-11-and-still-im-not-asleep-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3596839136395351568</id><published>2008-07-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:38:13.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hehe:) TODAY, there was hindi class. It was so damn boring. REALLY, I didn't feel THAT bored today. Somemore, only Sudhanshi &amp;amp; Ajeeta came. How annoying is that? Well, it's been a long time since I blogged. So, here goes a very long blog. Yesterday was liike that worst day ever. We had AEM plus the twinning programme's dance rehearsal. AIYOH! I was so damn annoyed. Saraniya then informed Ms Nandar about what happened cause, she's the one in-charge of this AEM thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;There was so much problem created. I felt like killing myself. We practiced sooo much and then, Mrs Yousuff tells that the dance can't be done. I was so very annoyed. But, she's a teacher. Gotta respect what she says right? So, being a good student, I kept my mouth shut. The only idiot speaking was SARANIYA. So, ya. Ms Nandar, like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;an idiot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was waiting for our dance to finish and made us rush to SP for AEM. My and Sara were really dying of hunger and thirst. WE didn't even eat breakfast. REALLY. Ms Nandar really was more irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;At least, she could have given some burger or something right? You know what she gave?? Apple pie, from MacDonald's. Do you think that it would fill our stomach? PATHETIC, really. No choice, got to eat something, if not, we'll die of gastric. I don't know why but, after eating t, I really became hyper. Kept on making funny noises and irritating Stephanie, Charlotte &amp;amp; Sujee. I don't know what happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Back to today, it was really boring. Could not finish my hindi hw. There was quite a lot. At least for me.(:(:(: SO, could not finish, but Teacher doesn't seem to care. SHe said to pass it up next week. How good can she be? Somemore, she let Sudhanshi, Ajeeta and I to sit together. Goood right?! Kk, enough of blogging, my mother cam come back anytime. Got to go! Byee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3596839136395351568?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3596839136395351568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3596839136395351568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3596839136395351568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3596839136395351568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/hehe-today-there-was-hindi-class.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5120247764489888325</id><published>2008-06-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:34:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;Hello, my friends(&amp;amp; strangers too). Today was a very tiring day. REALLY! I woke up early in the morning to get up and go for morning runs. I could not complete 2.4, cause Divya had to pack her Art stuff. Yesterday, I completed 2.4. So, I've to make that a habit. It wasn't THAT tiring as it seems. There were so many subjects today! My bag was SUPER heavy. There was POA, Chemistry, recess, then, english. I tell you, english has become SUPER DOOPER fun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#660000"&gt;We had this topic for very long-Foot Binding. It's quite sickening to watch their ugly feet, but it's not their fault.Ms Wong gave us a worksheet to complete. It asked questions and the evidence-URL. You're given 20 or more(i think) to complete your research. Then, there'll be a quiz. You win it, the treat is some chocolate. So, yeah. I tell you, I was yearning for the marks. I would raise up my hands, but I've got nothing to say. Hehe(: In the end, our group turned out 2nd. Haha(: Not bad what!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#663366"&gt;After English was CME. No teacher came, so it was a free period. The free period became-Red Cross learning session. Cui Lin &amp;amp; Rijwaana hept talking about Red Cross and it was ULTRA boring, so I dozed off. I wasn't feeeling well also, that's because of the blocked nose I've got!!! ANNOYING! So, after that was Geog and then MT. Geog, as usual-BORRINGG! But, for MT we were left 15 minutes earlier. We had AEM. AEM was fun, just like a previous lesson, but only different thing to put on the selica gel thing. It was spearmint oil. Smelt GREAAT! Haha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;It ended early, so I ended up at home earlier. Taking a MRT home makes you discover how different people are-in MANY MANY WAY. When we were about to reach our destination, there was this man, he suddenly hold on to the silver bar thing. OMG OMG! It was super funny, I and Riju started laughing! hehe(: You should've been there. I came on the computer because of this dance practise tmr, but it seems that the teacher is not satisfied with me. ARGHH! IDIOT/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, THE &lt;strong&gt;JONAS BROTHERS ROCKK!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;I mean, Joe Jonas rockks(:(:(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5120247764489888325?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5120247764489888325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5120247764489888325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5120247764489888325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5120247764489888325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-my-friends-strangers-too.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7255413826644776164</id><published>2008-06-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:42.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Hey ppl(: I know that I'm not blogging for DAYS, so here is a very very long one. A few days ago.. this lady called me on my phone. Somemore, at 1.35 at night. I picked it up. It was showing Withheld calling. So, it was an unknown person. REALLY, it was. I picked up my phone, and asnwered the call. The lady immediately asked, &lt;em&gt;' Who are you?'&lt;/em&gt;. I was very scared. I thought that it was a call from school. But, then I thought again, who would call so late at night? I tell you, the lady is an IDIOT. She kept on calling until I did not pick it up. I was SERIOUSLY annoyed. In the end, I picked up the call. This is how the conversation went:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Unknown caller: Who are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Me: I should be asking YOU who are you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Unknown caller: Then why in my son's contact list is your number?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Me: Trust me, I don't keep any guy's number.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Unknown caller: Then, how come my son has your number?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Me: Why did you actually call me for?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Unknown caller: My son has gone missing. Tell me which school are you from?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Me: What exactly happened to your son?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Unknown caller: Answer my question first. If not, I'll call police.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;Mother: Who's that you're talking to so late?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Then, I told my mother what's happening &amp;amp; all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Me: Go call police. Don't disturb me. Bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;At that time, I felt rude. Cause, I was very sleepy and there was school the day itself. The lady did not call bcak again. My mother immediately told my father that all this happened and he said to not pick up the call again. When I finally woke up for school, I realised that she wanted me to spill all my personal details. But, I knew about the consequences and remain cautious. When I met Riju, I told her what happened. She said that if she was in my place, she would spill everything aout herself. Cause, she won't be in the state to think. That's right to. That's why the women called so late at night.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666600"&gt;Today wasn't quite a bad day. But, I really could not wake up. My father was using the toilet, so I got SOME rest. Finally, he went out and asked me to get up. I was DAMN SLEEPY. But, by the time I bathed and all, freshen up already. Around recess time, I had this dental check-up. I mean, my whole class. So, yeah. The dentist said that maybe, maybe not I've to wear braces. After that, ponned English lesson and went up 5 minutes earlier. Haha(: After that, it was Maths. The confusing lesson of ALLLL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#660000"&gt;So, ya. Got a WS to do. But, people in my class started to finish up their Chemistry HW. So, I joined in the gang. Finished up all the chemistry work. But, it seemed that the teacher wasn't bothered to collect it. Good thing, I get to REALLY understand it. It was a practical lesson, that's why she forgot to ask. If not, she'd scold for not completing it. Haha(: See how strict she is. Had assembly after that and Ms Jole Teo asked us to run to our seats. Cause we're LATE! Practical lesson really take up time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;We had this group of Sec 1s. Who were playing some Latin percussion thing. I tell you, my music interest is gone. I mean, I can't read music anymore! Still, I LOVEE music. But, the concert was very good. Nice nice(:(:(: gtg do my work now, I'll update my blog after a few days(i think). Bbye!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SGI0FSyoMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/6A2CGkfk1uk/s1600-h/music+rocks.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215788583996633618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SGI0FSyoMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/6A2CGkfk1uk/s320/music+rocks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;&lt;/font&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/528891999872556966-7255413826644776164?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7255413826644776164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7255413826644776164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7255413826644776164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7255413826644776164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-ppl-i-know-that-im-not-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SGI0FSyoMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/6A2CGkfk1uk/s72-c/music+rocks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3808058528162013224</id><published>2008-06-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:21:13.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm so very happy today. But, also not happy. Happy, that I went to watch Kungfu Panda. Not happy cause, I still have pending hw assignments to complete. So, yeah. The Panda is really very cute. Nvm. Today, went to school but I noticed that we were not needed, so I fled. Yeah, don't know why I did that also. Went to the library later and returned those heavy books which made my arm ache. They're still aching. My mother's on the phone, so can use computer now. Good chance to do stupid stuff. Or, other stuff. I'm ALWAYS going on the coputer for some work and end up being on blogger. Nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, ya. Before we were going to watch the movie, we bought popcorn. But, the drinks were too expensive. Two floors below was MacDonald's. We bought a drink from there, put it in our bag packs. Acted innocent and went into the theatre waiting for the movie to start. Yeah, that boy infront of me right.. kept on looking behind, it was like he wasn't coming to see Kungfu Panda but to see What-Roshni-does-when-she's-in-the-theatre. Dumb fellow, but still, he's a young old boy. Even my friends noticeed it. They laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, I don't think that I'll have to type anymore cause, as you know, my life IS boring. Ooh ya, there is Hindi School tmr! Haha, I think that I'll meet up with Gauri and then meet Ritika and then go Hindi School. Meeting ppl before school starts is FUNN. I mean, it's nice. Well, ya. I've got to comfirm with them also. Bbye. Must complete Geography hw. Die Die must try. Bbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3808058528162013224?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3808058528162013224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3808058528162013224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3808058528162013224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3808058528162013224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-very-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8396913686464568956</id><published>2008-06-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:47:25.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm lucky that I can use the computer you know. Doing anything on the computer is very very difficult because of my siblings around there to annoy me by saying- &lt;em&gt;GIMME THE COMPUTER!!&lt;/em&gt; They literally scream when saying that. You have to speak to them REALLY nicely to shoo them off. I'm so happy today, cause my room is TOTALLY cleaned! How cool is that? Well, ya. If you're room is already clean, it's not cool. Here comes Babu to annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;He knows that I'm writing his name down here. He just doesn't know where it will go to. he's literally laughing. Well, by doing this, he'll stop screaming for sure. I'm sure my computer will crash sooner or later, cause there is this antivirus thingy which I'm suppose to buy it. Using credit card somemore. IDIOTS! I tried getting help from Ajeeta, by it went in vain:( It just HAS TO pop up everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't think that this is a typing-blog. It's gonna be a read aloud-blog. You know why? Babu keeps reading it. Calling a blog a blooooog. How cute is THAT? Haha. He realises that his name is THERE. Well, yeah. He's got brains to read and write FOR SURE. If he doesn't know this then, he's gonna be called a STUPID. I've paused typing, so, he's got nothing to say. He keeps on saying &lt;em&gt;SOMEMORE? SOMEMORE?&lt;/em&gt; Which really IS annoying. I guess, I'll stop typing. I'm sick of hearing him read my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sorry guys, they'll be no picture, it's hectic to do it. Since, my siblings are asking for the computer. GTG now. Bbye(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8396913686464568956?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8396913686464568956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8396913686464568956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8396913686464568956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8396913686464568956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-lucky-that-i-can-use-computer-you.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-796350718372858705</id><published>2008-06-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hey ppl. Today was another cleaning-the-house day. I woke up at 7am today. I swept the floor, vacuumed it &amp;amp; mopped it. ALL THAT, was just to impress my parents. You know, it seems like a normal day. It doesn't look like as if my parents came back from India. My mother is cleaning &amp;amp; cooking as she usually does. My sister bought this VERY VERY cute toy set. It includes all the utencils needed to be used in the kitchen and all the utensils have a very cute smile on it. Nvm. I KNOW you don't get what I mean. You don't HAVE TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So, yeah. When to fetch my parents back and I had to stand for so very long. HOW ANNOYING! I don't know what my parents were doing inside. I couldn't talk to them cause Babu was conquering my father's phone. Playing, taking videos and recording some nonsense ALL THE TIME. He may be young, but he's got lots of brains for a 5 year old kid. SERIOUSLY. BUt, he gets easily fooled if you tell him the wrong password of the computer. Haha(: That's his weakness. I feel weird acting good infront of a person who knows me well. WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BUT, the strange thing is that my mother is not bothered showing me the things SHE bought for ME from India. REALLY. She's not. Nvm. She has been saying that her ears REALLY hurt cause of the aeroplane landing. The pain has been going for VERY VERY long. Until, she took a nice long bath. Yeah. Aiyoh, I've gtg. Today's post is ALL ABOUT INDIA.(:(:(: tyty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFkOnvPREOI/AAAAAAAAACA/tcbRdFkJIAE/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213214119516246242" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFkOnvPREOI/AAAAAAAAACA/tcbRdFkJIAE/s320/india.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm advertising for India ain't I. My sister's not feeling well, gtg take caer of her. SERIOUSLY. SHe's REALLY REALLY ill. That's what happens when she comes from India(: Kk. Enough of grand-ma stories. Bbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-796350718372858705?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/796350718372858705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=796350718372858705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/796350718372858705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/796350718372858705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFkOnvPREOI/AAAAAAAAACA/tcbRdFkJIAE/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6672421219662029303</id><published>2008-06-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:26:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today has been a hectic day. But, not VERY VERY hectic. Yeah. We were cleaning the house. That was because, my parents are coming tmr. I've got to go to the airport at about 12 or a few minutes before that to fetch them back. The house HAS to be spick&amp;amp;&amp;amp;span. It's to create a impression. To show that we're responsible people. But, I can't guarantee the electricity bill fr this month. I'm SCARED for that.The font coulour is UGLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah, nothing else to say. I'm becoming VERY VERY crazy about the Jonas Brothers. Seriously. ANd that's cause I'm on the computer for very very long. Which eventually leads me to watch crazy Jonas videos on youtube. There is this on about their lifestyle. What they do and all. Nick's SUPER DOOPER cute in that video. Haha(: &lt;em&gt;IT'S A SNOW DAY!!&lt;/em&gt; That's what makes him cute. Confused? You ought to. Haha(:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, tmr, my parents are coming back. And maybe, I won't be able to go online often. Cause you know, playing with siblings, unpacking sutff, doing hw &amp;amp;&amp;amp; other stuff. So, ya. I really want to see Anjali &amp;amp; Tushar. Who knows, Tushar's cheeks have grown CHUBBIER. If there's a word. Nvm. And who knows if Anjali has grown THINNER. Yeah. I think that Babu, aka Tushar, would grow fat cause there're LOADS of delicious food in INDIA. And, I shall say goodbye to MSN messenger. I've to delete it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My father would grow crazy if he sees the electricity bill, REALLY. Damn scared now:( Nvm. Relax, Roshni. Everything is gonna be OKAYY! If I had three wishes, The first one would be that I have lots and lots of uncountable wishes. The second one is that, if I want to buy anything, I MUST have the exact change in my pocket. The third one, all my relationships I ever had so far(( family&amp;amp;&amp;amp;friends, don't think about anything ELSE )) to be a very strong and GOOD one. What would your three wishes be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6672421219662029303?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6672421219662029303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6672421219662029303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6672421219662029303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6672421219662029303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-has-been-hectic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8552425653327890865</id><published>2008-06-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm just so annoyed. I typed a whole lot of things just now and they're all gone just becau- nvm. So, yeah. I have been admiring my blog for don't know how long. It's for some other reason. It's too obvious not to notice it.(:(:(: So, ya. I've been watching the Jonas Brothers video nowadays. They're really nice. Joe is HOTT. Nick is CUTE(: cute=ugly BUT adorable. I've no commetns about Kevin and his looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's annoying to type right now cause I don't know what to type. Haha(: stupid reason to be annoyed huh? nvm. nvm. Alright. I'm so excited for this friday cause, it will be a WHOLE day out with my BFFs. Not exaclty whole day. But, half of the day somemore, with my parents AROUND. When they come back, they're gonna bring LOADS &amp;amp;&amp;amp; LOADS of stuff! Even though India is a boring old country, it sure is nice to live in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Last year, I went there with my friends. It was a trip from the school. To show us how the students in India are being taught and they're doing so very well AND us being in S'pore, have so many good facilities are not appreciating what we have. That was enough of lecture. I'm really into being a CID. It's fun. Running around and all. I KNOW that I said that already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are some sayings that I really do believe in. One is that if you spill milk, it's bad luck for you. It's true. Listen to THIS. The day I spilled milk, that same night, my left side of my body was aching like HELL. I couldn't fall asleep. Seriously. You would've died if you were in my place. Somemore, I took 5 tablets to get rid of the pain. It didn't go off till the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;IhaveTOremainFIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFabQWW4x8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dWZHVZOjnH0/s1600-h/meowwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212524323909715906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFabQWW4x8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dWZHVZOjnH0/s320/meowwww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8552425653327890865?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8552425653327890865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8552425653327890865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8552425653327890865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8552425653327890865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-just-so-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFabQWW4x8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dWZHVZOjnH0/s72-c/meowwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-665426443088016000</id><published>2008-06-15T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:42.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFUyNtXZE6I/AAAAAAAAABw/ccvgkyP0u_8/s1600-h/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212127354848613282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFUyNtXZE6I/AAAAAAAAABw/ccvgkyP0u_8/s320/joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG! Joe Jonas is FREAKIN' HOTT!(:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(( although he's advertising for Pepsi in this picture ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Since the Cable TV is alright today, it has been on for don't know how long already. From 3pm. That's how addicted I am to the TV. Oh ya. I didn't tell you all. The Cable TV had some problem. It was lacking A LOT. If you press the channel's number, it's atleast take 2 mins for it to be loaded to the channel. I hope that it's illegible/understandable. Right. Basically saying, I don't have anything to type cause there's nothing special going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There were lots of things to watch on TV today. At 4, there was this Tamil movie going on on Vasantham Centrel. It was quite funny when it was the serious part. Haha, my brother and I were laughing our lungs out. Ya, for your infomation, the movie was &lt;em&gt;'Vallavan'&lt;/em&gt;. Then it ended at 7. We let the TV rest for 15 mins. Cause there will be ANOTHER movie coming. &lt;em&gt;'Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory'&lt;/em&gt;. Not only is the movie nice, the story is nice too! Watching the movie, made me want to eat chocolate bars. Luckily I got one(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, then, after the movie ended, we watched '&lt;em&gt;Incredible Tales'&lt;/em&gt; which showed about Bloody Mary. I was REALLY gonna try it. But, I wanted to see the consequences. Haha. I knew that something bad would SURELY happen. So, I decided not to. It seemed scary. With no one around and all. SCARY. SPOOKY. Well, ya. LET ME CONCENTRATE ON THE GAME. I'm playing a game with Shanthini now, I'll update you next time. Btw, the blister I was talking about yeaterday, has shrunked! AUTOMATICALLY! Haha. Laters, ppl(:&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/528891999872556966-665426443088016000?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/665426443088016000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=665426443088016000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/665426443088016000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/665426443088016000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-cable-tv-is-alright-today-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SFUyNtXZE6I/AAAAAAAAABw/ccvgkyP0u_8/s72-c/joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8004997230924617313</id><published>2008-06-14T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:07:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hey there. I'm back again to write a review of the day. So, ya. In the morning, I burnt myself.Really. The blister is growing bigger and bigger while time flies. It's like packed with water in it. YUCK! I'm already getting sick of seeeing it. But, finally, it burst while I was moving the table. it wasn't very pain. But touching the skin around it makes me go OW. Thinking of OW, I rmb Michael Jackson. Haha, or maybe Harman Baweja in &lt;em&gt;'Milo Na Milo'&lt;/em&gt;. Which actually is a song. It nice, but the song is sure long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today, I got to realise of some of my hidden skills. Which is that I can become a love guru or even a CID. But, I would prefer being a CID. It's nice to run around and catch ppl. It makes you feel that you can never be wrong because the ppl you're catching are wrong! I hope you get what I mean. Haha. There is food crisis in my house. Seriously, there is nothing to snack on SUDDENLY. There is no more pocket money to spend SUDDENLY. There is so much noise in the house SUDDENLY. Everything is going so suddenly.Now, I'm joined into a league SUDDENLY. I don't even know how I ended up in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I've got to do something. There is so much CCA tension now. Mr Armstrong is really pissing me off. He doesn't even tell which are the date for LD and I end up being confused of what's happening for Poetry Night. Now, the whole group is seperating. After so much difficulty, then only we found a nice script to present to him. But, now, Drama Night &amp;amp; Poetry Night are conjoined. So stupid. I'll surely end up being in the crew. There are 2 sessions this week. ON wednesday &amp;amp; Friday. I can't go on Wednesday cause my parents will be comind back from their overseas trip and I have to present the house to them well.Bbye(: I'm too pissed off to type anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8004997230924617313?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8004997230924617313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8004997230924617313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8004997230924617313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8004997230924617313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-4801350868766283430</id><published>2008-06-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:27:03.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hey there ppl(: As Swati said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOE JONAS IS FREAKING HOTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;!! So, yeah. I really, REALLY ate A LOT of ice cubes today. I think that Rabia influenced me too! Well, I have no idea if this influence is good or bad, but, I'm sure liking it. I'm also starting to love music more than before. I still don't get what is the meaning of S.O.S! I asked ppl already, but no one is giving a proper reply. They're saying that it is something related to saving someone. I think that I shall check out on the net. That's what they are useful for!! Well, here it goes: there are many things S.O.S could stand for. If you want to know more, go to -&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S.O.S"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S.O.S&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Now, to hindi movies. I'm starting to hate this Vidya Balan. She's acting in this movie &lt;em&gt;'Kismat Konnection'&lt;/em&gt; with Shahid Kapoor&lt;the color="#ff0000"&gt;HOTTIE&lt;/span&gt; in bollywood&gt;. OMG! Haha(: This song is just to soothing to hear-Rang. It was the previous song in my blog. Too bad if you missed it): I've not been doing homework lately and now only I realised that I HAVE TO COMPLETE MY ART WORK!! OMG OMG OMG. I'm seriously gonna die anytime. It takes me ages to like the art piece which I have made. I MUST start from now, I have to do the O levels way of Art. Which was also done for the MYs. Having a non-studying subject in the hall is seriously nice. Happily enjoy the AC &amp;amp;&amp;amp; complete your exam paper. Haha((: the last thing I wanna say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE THE COOLEST PPL ON EARTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;!&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;especially Joe Jonas&gt;&gt; TC everone &amp;amp;&amp;amp; goood nighttt((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-4801350868766283430?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4801350868766283430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=4801350868766283430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4801350868766283430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4801350868766283430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-there-ppl-as-swati-said-joe-jonas.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2724818292795611919</id><published>2008-06-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:19:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey(: seriously telling, I've nothing to say. Ohh ya, the movie thing was cancelled. Mujhe lagta hai ki meri naseeb mein &lt;em&gt;'Kungfu Panda'&lt;/em&gt; dekhna likha nahin hai. Haha. I wrote in hindi that, 'I think, in my fate, watching Kungfu Panda is not written'. Well, yeah. I hope you get waht I mean. Nvm if you don't get it. Only DUMBOs don't(: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Enjoy your holidays baby!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2724818292795611919?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2724818292795611919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2724818292795611919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2724818292795611919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2724818292795611919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-seriously-telling-ive-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-4016579916250077933</id><published>2008-06-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At last! They did stop. ALAMAK! I tell you, I'm influenced by Swati then from Ajeeta already. Don't know what happen &amp;amp; they start to ALAMAK so much. Nvm, nvm. Tmr, I'm going to watch Kungfu Panda with Divya. Shhhh. My family members don't know it. Haha. I hope that we'll have fun. I really think that it sure will be a hit, or maybe, it IS already a hit. Yeah. The day after tmr, I'll have to go to tpy's library for some social studies project with my group. That would be my FIRST time studying in the whole holidays! Haha(: Seriously telling, I didn't do well for my exams and I'm still not in the tension of improving myself. Sorry. I REALLY NEED motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm quite bored at home. Everyone went out, except for me. Well, it's not because they didn't ask me BUT because I didn't want to. I wanted the coputer all to MYSELF!(: Haha. I really blasted music while doing my house chores. It was kindda fun doing it. Dancing &amp;amp; sweeping the floor. OMG OMG. My brother was just here. Where did he go?? I think that he went to but me some &lt;em&gt;'Ruffles'&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, later, he'll ask me for some. So ya, let's say for me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; him. Well, think of the devil and here he comes. I'm loving it! Haha(: Really, '&lt;em&gt;Ruffles'&lt;/em&gt;=Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SE--ldJ566I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qic5UMUGRrI/s1600-h/th_RUFFLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210592844581563298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SE--ldJ566I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qic5UMUGRrI/s320/th_RUFFLES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haha(: But, rmb. I'm not that girl. It was just a random picture of &lt;em&gt;'Ruffles'&lt;/em&gt;. Alright, I don't have much of my 30 mins left. Gotta go do some other stuff. Find the maths hw, Like I WILL. Haha(: no mood to even look at any maths paper. GTG! Adios(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-4016579916250077933?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4016579916250077933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=4016579916250077933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4016579916250077933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4016579916250077933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-last-they-did-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SE--ldJ566I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qic5UMUGRrI/s72-c/th_RUFFLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8162154248374583467</id><published>2008-06-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:50:23.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's true. Brothers CAN be annoying sometimes. Yesterday, I could not sleep. So, I went on the computer for a while &amp;amp; I was also "waiting" for my uncle to get back home, as he usually comes back home at about 1am. So, after about 10 mins, then he showed up at the door. So, he came to me and both of us were happily surfing the net. I think that I laughed too much/too loud and my younger brother woke up. He came and asked, &lt;em&gt;'From when was the computer on?'. &lt;/em&gt;This is always the first question he asks when he sees someone using the computer. All he wants, is to get to play computer the whole day. Play, as in play &lt;em&gt;'GUNZ'&lt;/em&gt;. It's a stupid game. Really, i've already tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Typing can be fun and annoying at times. A few days ago, Ajeeta gave me a link. It was actually a game which can tell how many words can you type within a minute. So, I think that my highest was around 40. Haha. I know it's slow, but it sure helps me! Ajeeta is not online, so no one to chat with. There ARE ppl online, but you see, they can't tolerate my crap. Only Hindi School friends can. So, I torture them(; I feel so happy today. I finished all my housework and then, went on the computer. YEAH!! Happy like don't-know-what. Nvm, nvm. Atleast, I'm happy for ONCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was thinking the whole day, what if Rabia got married at 19?? Hahahahahahaha. I already told her to invite me first! Really, her mother says that MAYBE she will be getting married. I tell you, I'll be the happiest person. I'll enjoy her wedding with my best besties! I can imagine her marriage going on now. Then from the back, I'll be laughing at Rabia and her husband-to-be. I know Gauri, invite YOUR best friend to, MAFIA! This gauri also.. she created a person named Mafia. How stupid/annoying can she be?? Hahahahaha(: The thought of Rabia getting married makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, Ajeeta IS online. Let's see what she says about not being online in the morning. This is the conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: &lt;/span&gt; meowshing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni:  nvm. nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni:  tell me why you nvr come online before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: before as in today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: tell............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;because i was enjoying myself without e computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni:  stupid answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nvm nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: its stupid for STUPID ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: aiyoh! don't malu ppl la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: i'm just using YOUR words against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roshni: Kk. gd gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ajeeta: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oshni: very FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kk. GTG! I'll be posting as usual. Bbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8162154248374583467?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8162154248374583467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8162154248374583467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8162154248374583467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8162154248374583467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7434611840684280434</id><published>2008-06-09T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:02:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hey! I'm back. And ya, today was also a boring old day. I've been like going on the computer for so many days and NOW I'm becoming bored. When school starts, I won't be able to spend even a minute on the computer cause, there are two reasons, my parents will be back by then &amp;amp; there will be so so much homework. Somemore, yesterday I missed so many shows. &lt;em&gt;'Garfield'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'Hannah Montana'.&lt;/em&gt; OMG OMG! I just posted a comment on Salman Khan's blog. There is this person named Asha who also gave a comment, but, I'm not sure if it's the Asha I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I know that whenever I write a blog, I'll keep writing nonsense. Well, that's beacuse, nonsense fills up my head &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my blog. Haha(: I can't believe I just typed that out. It's really boring, REALLY. I REALLY want to go and watch &lt;em&gt;'Kungfu Panda' &lt;/em&gt;cause A LOT of ppl have said that it's a nice movie. When I say A LOT, it really means A LOT. Haha. In my computer, Imeem is not working. I thought of putting a hindi song. But, I deleted the &lt;em&gt;'Stranger' &lt;/em&gt;song code and, now, music is not available on my blog.. GRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sorry. THAT was because my blog is very boring to read &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm writing nonsense. But you see, I'm also improving my English writing skills. Haha. I have to admit, I'M REALLY MISSING SCHOOL! Really, I am. When it's time to go to school, we don't want. But, when it's holidays, we want to go to school. Haha. How stupid is that. Rijwaana keeps asking when will I start doing my homework. It's annoying of her to do that. I mean, whenever she texts me, the first thing she'll ask-&lt;em&gt;' Have you done any of your homework yet?'&lt;/em&gt;. And, my answer will always be no. Haha. I think that she thinks, if she ask me a lot of times, I'll get fed up and do my homework. I hope you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, that was enough of informal things. Now, to formal. To tell you seriously, I'm not aware of what's happening in the world. And for now, I can't write much cause my annoying brother is reading what I'm writing. I'll keep updating my blog. &amp;amp; you, keep reading my blog. Haha(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;TC ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7434611840684280434?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7434611840684280434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7434611840684280434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7434611840684280434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7434611840684280434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3315993482483447596</id><published>2008-06-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:49:05.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG. I can't believe that I woke up so late today. Late means REALLY late. I woke up at 11.15am which is like almost noon. I'm still in the trauma. Anyways, my mother's friend just came over to check out what's happening in my house. I tell you, she's senseless. The two remote controls were lying on the sofa cushions and she went to sit directly on top of them. Luckily, they are still in working order. Haha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Kal Ho Naa Ho' &lt;/em&gt;is going on, on Sony. I can't believe that I cried on THAT movie. The movie is a sad one afterall. The funny part is that when the maid comes in and sees Shah Rukh and Saif together. Haha. Nice comedy. It's not that i didn't watch the film, it's just that I didn't watch the FULL movie. Get what I mean? Goood. My mother called up yesterday. She asked me what I want her to buy. As you should know, she's in India right now. So, she bought a few nice nice Punjabi Suits for wearing to temples and other traditional places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I went on the computer before this also. At around 2pm. I thought of posting a blog but, as you know, the date of the post will be yesterdays. So, I took quizzes instead. There was this quiz which said '&lt;em&gt;Which finger are you?'.&lt;/em&gt; And it seems that I'm the middle finger. It says that I get along  well with the thumb and I should try to stay away from the pinky. Rabia is the middle finger(same as me), Divya is the thumb(who goes well with me) &amp;amp; Ajeeta seems to be the pinky. Haha. I think that sometimes, this small small things also mean a lot. It's just that ppl don't pay attention to these sort of "nonsense", as you can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is 10 more days to go for my parents to come back. Anyways, today, I went to see Salman Khan's blog. I got to know it through &lt;em&gt;'B News' &lt;/em&gt;which is telecasted in Zee TV. So, yeah. It really seemed the same as I saw on TV. But, english does not suit a hindi actor. Somemore, he was writing english way beyond his standard. But, actors as big as him ought to know english as well as us. So, yeah. I did not bother reading the full thing cause his blog is really boring. No sound, no music, no FUN! I prefer admiring my blog the whole day than figuring out how stupidly he made his blog. Haha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alright, my uncle may be coming back soon. Got to go make a nice, hot, ginger tea. I tell you, you'll love it. Cause it really helps for those who get sorethroat easily. Haha. You know why you'll love it? Cause I'm the one who's going to make it and you're the one who's going to drink it. Well, enough of nonsense. Bbye! I'll keep on updating my blog.And ya, as you can see, there are many shades of blue in today's post! Haha(: TC everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3315993482483447596?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3315993482483447596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3315993482483447596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3315993482483447596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3315993482483447596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7860966166625194116</id><published>2008-06-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:59:07.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here I am with my hair being blown by a fan. There is a reason to it okay. I just washed them. That was the reason. speaking about hair, I would really like to be a hair stylist. I know that i'm still amatuer now, but there is still time to learn. But I prefer being an Accountant. Seriously speaking, I know only a few hair styles. French plait, normal plaits, the queen kind of hair style(if you know what I mean) and the other simple types.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today is another boring day. I've not been cooking today. Neither rice nor vegetables. I really could not wake up today. Or maybe, to rephrase it, I could not sleep properly. It's not that I was having a bad dream or something, but my hand was cramp like don't know what. The pain was REALLY REALLY unbearable. Like something piercing through my skin. But still, thinking in the positive side, that the pain will be gone, I managed to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The filmfare awards is going on now, on Sony. I've already watched it, so what's the point of watching again. BORING! I really have this strong urge to watch Kungfu Panda. The trailers are so nice, it's unbearable not to watch it. Yestersay's last post was really emo-tional. I don't know how, but I DID type it out. Yesterday, I slept at 12.30am cause I was watching &lt;em&gt;'Dus Ka Dum'&lt;/em&gt; on Sony. It was quite hilarious with Salman Khan being the host &amp;amp; ghost. Haha. He has this sense of homour that even if he does not make a joke, ppl will start laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I tell you, i'm getting annoyed of the hair flying here and there.SILENCE! I kill you. Haha. This reminds me of &lt;em&gt;'Achmed the Terrorist'&lt;/em&gt;. It's so funny. Really. And you know what? I saw the same puppet in &lt;em&gt;'Hannah Montana'&lt;/em&gt; just now. Ew. It stinks here. Looks like my neighbours have started roasting the pigs' skin already. Yuck. It looks so slimy and all. The thought of it already makes me want to puke, really. I'm going to upload the &lt;em&gt;'Achmed the Terrorist'&lt;/em&gt; video on this post. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Haha. Keep smiling ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8036f8c43cedb776" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8036f8c43cedb776%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24265CD8856561231AB07ABB10AD0DE16D1C863F.38915AAC72AF039DF9385FFDCFD55A03322331CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8036f8c43cedb776%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI3BV7qhpyIyONkPWD09p4UanmEc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8036f8c43cedb776%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331060822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24265CD8856561231AB07ABB10AD0DE16D1C863F.38915AAC72AF039DF9385FFDCFD55A03322331CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8036f8c43cedb776%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI3BV7qhpyIyONkPWD09p4UanmEc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7860966166625194116?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8036f8c43cedb776&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7860966166625194116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7860966166625194116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7860966166625194116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7860966166625194116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-am-with-my-hair-being-blown-by.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8809940571743542812</id><published>2008-06-06T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:43.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm really really bored. Just had a KFC meal just now.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BURRPPPPP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This shows how full i can be, or that I AM. hahahahaha(: i've been irritating ppl on the computer a lot of times today. Life seems to be really boring with &lt;em&gt;'Badal'&lt;/em&gt; coming up on Sony today, or to be precise, now. There are a lot of good movies coming up like &lt;em&gt;'Chronicles of Narnia-The Lion, The Witch &amp;amp; The Wardrobe'&lt;/em&gt; is going to be show-cast in Disney Channel tmr.&lt;em&gt; 'Garfield'&lt;/em&gt; is coming up this Sunday on 5 with&lt;em&gt; 'Charlie and The Chocolate Factory' &lt;/em&gt;coming up the next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, i really have to study. But i have no mood to. I told my brother to study but, i myself did not bother studying. Like he did. I want to chat more. But it looks like I'm getting sick &amp;amp; tired of seeing the computer again and again.Thinking of boring.. I must not be bored again. After seeing this picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SEkbSNlWwiI/AAAAAAAAABg/QOuLPJ-zUew/s1600-h/boringpeopleareboring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208724443728626210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SEkbSNlWwiI/AAAAAAAAABg/QOuLPJ-zUew/s320/boringpeopleareboring.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Really. You should never be bored. But, I feel that I'm boring. Even though i said that, that does not mean that you ppl should second me. I've been saying that like don't know how many times to ppl already.Only now i've realised that chatting is no fun. Unless you're talking to a very very hyper person who can really cheer ppl up. I know what you're thinking. I'm that kind of person. Well, you're WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't know that by seeing a stupid msg, which was sent to me loong loong time ago could make me go almost in tears. It's really awful to admit but, yeah. It did. If YOOU saw it, i think that it WOULD make a difference in you immediately. I really really want my parents to come back from India. I don't know why, but, i miss their presence. I miss their scolding. I miss her food. I miss their noise. I just seem to be miss-ing everthing. No wonder my life is meaningless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8809940571743542812?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8809940571743542812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8809940571743542812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8809940571743542812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8809940571743542812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-really-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SEkbSNlWwiI/AAAAAAAAABg/QOuLPJ-zUew/s72-c/boringpeopleareboring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5655992262936049268</id><published>2008-06-05T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:30:43.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SEfuHBB2LiI/AAAAAAAAABY/qZnyVO33fWA/s1600-h/Kitten-in-headphones.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393298379943458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SEfuHBB2LiI/AAAAAAAAABY/qZnyVO33fWA/s320/Kitten-in-headphones.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, about the pineapple, after eating A LOT of them.. i felt this sour thing on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EWWWWWWWWWW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to posting proper posts. So, ya. I feel very good today cause i went on the computer FIVE TIMES! How amazing is THAT?? Haha. You know, there is this emotion this person used to send me. If you see it, i think that you'll start whee-ing toooo. HAHAHAHA(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MUSIC MAKES ME LOSE CONTROL.WHEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and another thing, why do ppl go on the computer but don't update their blogs?&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentioning some idiot..hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT AN ANSWER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5655992262936049268?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5655992262936049268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5655992262936049268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5655992262936049268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5655992262936049268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-about-pineapple-after-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN90saXom-k/SEfuHBB2LiI/AAAAAAAAABY/qZnyVO33fWA/s72-c/Kitten-in-headphones.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1078229773894075259</id><published>2008-06-05T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:08:23.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;whenever i look up, my head starts spinning. i tooo feel like vomiting now. no mood to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i really really want my parents to come back. i'm so bored at home. from tmr, i'm really going to study. i have not been doing well for my mid years. really. i feel so guilty now. i'll update things later. see you..&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm really feeling hyper now, since i've had pineapple!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1078229773894075259?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1078229773894075259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1078229773894075259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1078229773894075259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1078229773894075259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-annoyed-whenever-i-look-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5356338957984308386</id><published>2008-06-04T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:41:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you see, some ppl are born to show happiness while some of them are born to make ppl angry/tensed while some of them are born to tell what's wrong and right to do in life. well, nvm. this post was just random. i don't think that i'll want to see her face.. but ya, i'll have to. i just can't wait for hindi school to start.. i mean for normal school to start. i've really been slacking. i really have to study, like someone said, ' &lt;em&gt;don't keep everything to last minute'. &lt;/em&gt;i'll keep them in mind meri maa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sleep tight ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5356338957984308386?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5356338957984308386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5356338957984308386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5356338957984308386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5356338957984308386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-see-some-ppl-are-born-to-show.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2675653761304082677</id><published>2008-06-04T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:19:15.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had a lot of fun.But, Rijwaana did not turn up, it was expected..no one can do anything.But WITHOUT her, we had as much fun as we would have with her.So, yeah.It is so boring you know.The whole day, stay at home then eat, shit, sleep only.It's like you're just living life with no meaning in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life totally shucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2675653761304082677?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2675653761304082677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2675653761304082677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2675653761304082677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2675653761304082677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-had-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-277357483830150135</id><published>2008-05-31T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:17:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!(:  i'm back again.so, on monday, 020608 my friends and I are having a day's out together. it all depended on me cause i was still in the process of thinking.but, now,i've decided to go cause not only will i rot at home, i'll also have to suffer with my brother who always makes funny kind of noises.he is sort of annoying sometimes.he'll be going this thursday to his friend's house.so AT LAST.PEACE IN THE HOUSE.but truthfully telling, i don't like peace, i mean i don't like quietness.i prefer to have noise at home.i called up my mother just now and was telling her that i'm bored at home.she replied that, you see, you wanted to get rid of them right.but now, they're so useful.the they was as in my other two siblings.i've to go prepare dinner now.see you guys tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;i'm gonna love 020608!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-277357483830150135?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/277357483830150135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=277357483830150135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/277357483830150135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/277357483830150135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey1-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5114266291436215154</id><published>2008-05-30T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:13:29.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SPOKE FINNALY.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE TO HAND THE COMP. TO MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;TTYL!&lt;br /&gt;CATCH YOU'ALL LATER(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5114266291436215154?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5114266291436215154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5114266291436215154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5114266291436215154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5114266291436215154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-spoke-finnaly.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-4467897406233126089</id><published>2008-05-29T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:23:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just so happy to make some idiot irritated! My job is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO SAY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-4467897406233126089?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4467897406233126089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=4467897406233126089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4467897406233126089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4467897406233126089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-just-so-happy-to-make-some-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8906970061660566016</id><published>2008-05-27T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:26:51.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I was having loads of fun yesterday you know.&lt;br /&gt;it's a long time since i ever posted a blog because there was this girl named AJEETA SINGH from ASS who named ne in her blog.I really felt irritated.But, i can't possibly do anything right.SO, just leave it.If i think about her,i'll make my BP go high.nvm.SO yeah.Had a lot of fun with Kirath &amp;amp; Amrit.We went out to the Centrel Lending library and then went to MacDonald's to have a meal.We really had fun.I spent my whole day with them.Although they're younger than me, it's nice to hang out with them.But, yeah.After reading books in the library,it was so funny!!!Kirath was like 'I want milkshake..'.Wherever we went,he kept asking how will the milkshake be like.I was so irritated that i said 'you're talking as if you've never tried a milkshake in your life".SO ya, then everyone started laughing as usual.The Mac's In Victoria Street was sooo sooo crowded you know.We're going to go out to watch movie and play in the arcade on Saturday but, the date id yet to be comfirmed.we're going to have loads of fun.TC everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8906970061660566016?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8906970061660566016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8906970061660566016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8906970061660566016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8906970061660566016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahahaha-i-was-having-loads-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7064424593116653990</id><published>2008-05-13T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:18:53.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah.i'm back again.Rabia lent me a CD to watch today. But it doesn't seem to work on the computer.it's surely my com's fault.AGAIN!today.as usual, we'll have post exam activities.the whole day was spent in the hall you know.Rijwaana &amp;amp; Rabia were freezing.but, i felt as normal as ever.it's a hot day you see.we had financial literacy.for a whole one hour.so yeah.then the man in-charge told the Sec 3TT &amp;amp; 3 NA students to help them in a carnival.so ya.we felt very proud of ourselves.i'm really starving you know.haven't eaten lunch yet.somemore, there are visitors in the house.when it was time for the briefing for the carnival, one of the students asked if other schools were coming.His answer was yes.so, many girls' eyes glowed.you know what I mean right.GTG!i'm hungry..CHAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7064424593116653990?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7064424593116653990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7064424593116653990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7064424593116653990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7064424593116653990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3116898265279035695</id><published>2008-05-12T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:56:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! At last, I'm gonna go somewhere else than rot at home.Talking about yesterday, there was a fire!!Right under my block somemore.Right in the middle of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai somemore..I tell you, i've not been able to watch the whole movie yet.GOODNESS!Being an indian also i did not watch such an old film.Damn irritated!!Yeah. Since poetry night is coming up,my group and I really have to work twice as hard as before. And on top of that I've to be strict with them. In the morning, i was messaging Charlotte.I told her that I would have to show them the other side of me.But guess what her reply was..The other side of you is funny too!SEE.SEE!Irritating people only!Well, yeah. I can't be strict with school people.But, in this case I 100% can't. They're my juniors!!Well, there's not harm in trying...GTG!Going to Mustafa now.As I said earlier.CHAO!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3116898265279035695?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3116898265279035695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3116898265279035695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3116898265279035695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3116898265279035695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-at-last-im-gonna-go-somewhere-else.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1714796670718805624</id><published>2008-05-11T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:40:27.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just take it as I'm rotting at home. I really want to go out and meet my friends.It's not that i'm not allowed to but..nvm.I was so bored watching tv. So, i decided to blog.It's not fun too. No one is tagging me. Well, since i've already made a blog, it's no use deleting the account.Before you could view my entries, the blog was haywire. I'm asking Cheryl to tell me the code that I can repair it to make it look better. I did not go to hindi school yesterday. I don't bother looking at SOMEBODY's sickening face.You ought to know who's the person.She doesn't even bother saying sorry..GOD!SO unconsiderate!!!Well,let bygones be bygones. It's no point rmbing them. You'll only make your BP high. What's the point? Haha. Talking of BP,our school organised some nonsensical thing for all the school girls to check their BP. SOo, as usual, they'll give a form right? Then we need to get our parents signature right?So, yeah. I showed my father.He asked me to go.Then from behind my mother said that it would be better if i went cause for little things, i'll get angry.Alamak!Irritating right?Haha.I don't know what to write..so,CHAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1714796670718805624?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1714796670718805624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1714796670718805624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1714796670718805624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1714796670718805624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-take-it-as-im-rotting-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7169251692507647774</id><published>2008-05-06T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:52:09.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!I'm back from the Chemistry paper.I'm very very very very very very very irritated! This is because my annoying brother said that he wanted to download themes from the internet. So, he typed the URL and went into the site. But, before he could download anything, he had to sign up. So, the first thing he typed was his username.he wanted himself to be known as 'krazzy4000'.He then clicked the 'proceed' button but, his username was already used.Yeah. Let's not put so much details.My brother is reading my entry right now and I'm irritated! You see, I'm getting irritated for all the things.After the exams, we just hanged around and when it was time to go back home, we went. Then what will we do? Hang around more like gangsters is it?Don't ever think about it.Gauri is surely reading my blog. You know what? She blocked hers so that i won't be able to read her entries. Once I find that thing...I'll block HER from reading mine!!! Well, yeah I've better things to do on the computer.Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7169251692507647774?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7169251692507647774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7169251692507647774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7169251692507647774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7169251692507647774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/helloim-back-from-chemistry-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-8959772877340795409</id><published>2008-05-05T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:53:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Today's geog paper was fine it ended it 45 mins you know! It was from 8-8.45. Then my BFFs and I went around TP. We're not BAD girls alright. It was early and I had to fetch my brother from school at 11. SO, what would you expect me to do? Hang around right! Yeah!(: yups. First, all of us went to MacDonald's to have breakfast.We chatted a lot. But yeah we also went to Ta Shiang. A shop which sells all the stuff girls want. Yeah. I bought a few clips cause my hair was flying a lot. Then I called my mother to confirm the time to fetch my brother. Guess what she said? She told me to come back home because I had to wait for 1 for hour to fetch him.She then decided to fetch him and I had to leave my sister in school.Little did she know that I bought a sweet for him. Which actually wasted my money! I didn't want to cause a fight between my sister and him for just a sweet so, I ate it. No choice! I went home and I didn't bother eating lunch cause I was really full. yeah. I was studying Chemistry till now. I've to get pictures for Art. TTYL!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-8959772877340795409?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8959772877340795409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=8959772877340795409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8959772877340795409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/8959772877340795409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2382495149685269624</id><published>2008-05-04T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:44:36.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!Hey! I'm back! You know, tmr i'm having Geography exam. I'm really trying to study hard! There is only one chapter coming out you know..It's RIVERS!! But yeah, it's a huge topic. I'm lucky that I can come on the computer to blog. My parents are not at home right now that's why I'm taking advantage of it. Yesterday, I had hindi school. It didn't quite enjoy there the whole day. Very little people came. There were 6 girls &amp;amp; 3 guys.So pathetic right?Only 9 people were present for class.My computer is going haywire!Well, yeah. Then we got our results. To tell you, I got a B3. So, it wasn't good. All my other friends got A1s &amp;amp; A2s.I was the only idiot who got so low.IT'S EMBARASSING! Yeah. Then I told my mother the marks, she said that it was a good try. I don't know why she said that cause that's the noraml marks I always get. Haha. So , yeah. The teacher, being a copycat, left us 15 mins early. She saw the other class going and left us too. How dumb! Well, yeah. She is.So, I walked back home..ALONE. I couldn't study yesterday cause I was helping my mother in the house work. I'm a good child you see.Haha.Nope that's not so true. I really need to buy a wallet. Rabia &amp;amp; I are gonna buy the same wallet. It's not that I told her to, she liked that wallet I wanted to buy so, she's gonna buy it.GOD! Well, it's her wish. I've to do other things on the computer so ttyl! Buh-byees(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2382495149685269624?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2382495149685269624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2382495149685269624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2382495149685269624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2382495149685269624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/heyhey-im-back-you-know-tmr-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-5618955206666826172</id><published>2008-05-02T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:14:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored! at home now after my maths exam. I'm telling you..I'll fail badly for maths! Mrs Kunna is an idiot! She set the paper ahh, I only feel like slapping her face! You can't say that I did not study you know. I took time and effort studying but, it ended up being all... I don't kon what to say. Mostly everone in my class said that they will fail.Alright the bad news finished.Here comes the good news!3/5's day is tmr.You get it?The 3rd of May. 3/5! Woo hoo! rocking!!! So, due to it being a Saturday, our class decided to celebrate it today. The chocolate cake was scrumptious!WAY TO GO STEPHANIE! She was the one who ordered the cake and took so much initiative. So nice of her!Afterall, she's the secretary of our class.Buh-byees! GTG! Have a nice day people! I'm damn gushy![you know what I mean;)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-5618955206666826172?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5618955206666826172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=5618955206666826172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5618955206666826172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/5618955206666826172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-bored-at-home-now-after-my-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7294274519812593471</id><published>2008-04-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:45:11.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I have to post a blog. It's been ages since I posted one. But I've to do my Art research first! Buh-byees(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7294274519812593471?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7294274519812593471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7294274519812593471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7294274519812593471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7294274519812593471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright_20.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6504819889920689555</id><published>2008-04-13T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:57:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm too annoyed you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nvm. On Friday, we had AEM and all of us went to Singapore Poly. It was fun. We were learning how to make aspirins.Yup that's the spelling.While making it, another group was using our equipments.So, my group, Rijwaana, Saraniya, Liynn &amp;amp; I were happily taking photos. The lecturer did not scold us too! Cause we had a reason for it. CAUSE WE WERE BORED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6504819889920689555?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6504819889920689555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6504819889920689555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6504819889920689555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6504819889920689555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-too-annoyed-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6941245311007421976</id><published>2008-04-07T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:00:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.It's past 11 and I'm still on the computer trying to print some stuff out.It's really annoying you know and on top of that, my mother is asking stupid questions..Like you know, how was your day and all.But, I did not bother answering back.We had AEM today. I came back at 7.30.Around there.I did not even revise my work lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIE!DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go crazy any moment..&lt;br /&gt;There is pin drop silence in my house.I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Trying to find a way to print it out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6941245311007421976?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6941245311007421976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6941245311007421976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6941245311007421976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6941245311007421976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7435308222423508435</id><published>2008-04-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:29:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I really don't know what to do! I'm totally trying to ignore people but, I just can't! It's not as if.. Well, nvm.So, here i am.Today, I had a progress test in hindi school.I'm sure I'm gonna fail.The reasons why-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1) I could not understand the close passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2) My vocabulary is BADD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3) I did not have the mood to be tested..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, yeah.That is all.I'm on friendster too.Sending comments to people.I CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO CHARLOTTE'S HOUSE!!!Well, yeah. I can't. I have to go next Wednesday for the english project.We have to do something about cyber bullying.We actually wanted to take the sexual thing.(That was mostly Charlotte's idea though).Because it was easier.My sis ter is sitting here beside me and talking to me but do you even think that I will reply?She started again!Daddy just called have to go Byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7435308222423508435?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7435308222423508435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7435308222423508435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7435308222423508435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7435308222423508435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-really-dont-know-what-to-do-im.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-9185728493478661842</id><published>2008-04-02T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:50:56.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I seriously have a lot to type but nothing can come in my mind now.I've made a diary for myself as some of my secrets can't be told to anyone.There are some.Well, yeah.Life is getting boring nowadays.Today we had assembly.Some people came from-don't know where, and where telling us that t-.Alright.Before that, we have PC which actually stands for Pastoral Care.Mr Lim was showing this video(he ALWAYS shows videos on PC lesson) about this man who was born without limbs.He was quite cute in the sense that we we was hopping he looked damn cute.He's 25 and GUESS WHAT?!? SOMEONE wants that guy's number.*ahem ahem*.Yeah so, he succeded in his life by becoming a motivational speaker.The house was so quiet until now..since babu came out of the room!!Watching Kidscentrel.Haha.I cam on the computer yesterday but I had to do some work so yeah.After that we had Assembly.The people came-.Wait I said that already!! Yups. They were telling some crap about more youngsters are making short stories and all that nonsense.It was way boring until the lady put the short story.It was about and old woman dying, who was also the mother of many children.Yups then one of the children's kid went to the hospital bed and touched the grandmother.He was about 4 years old.The grandmother DIED!! HAHA!!! The whole hall started laughing(i think, can't rmb).I was way funny.So yeah, next wednesday have to go Charlotte's house to do english project.I really hope that I will have fun!!What's up with Guari and her nonsense..?I shall chec-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-9185728493478661842?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9185728493478661842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=9185728493478661842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/9185728493478661842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/9185728493478661842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-seriously-have-lot-to-type-but.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2365972674807246175</id><published>2008-03-26T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:17:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright! There are a LOT of things happening. Like these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) AEM Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) ELDDS Poetry Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) IJ Fiesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) Mid-Year exams STRESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) Late comings back home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6) Someone's Birthday(actually many..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yups that's all. But it's quite irritating you knoe for the AEM chemistry thing right? For some leasons, you'll have to go to SP. All the leasons start at 3. So! Imagine.On our late days, which ends at 2.15, we'll have to take a taxi there.Which costs $$$!! Ohh right! GODDDD! What to do? We don't have anyother way actually.I'm back on the computer.I'm about to send this e-mail to my LD group members about the poem.We have been like changing the poem 101 times! Ok! I meant that sarcastically.It was actually more than 2 times.But don't think that it is only 2! It's a lot!Compare it to other groups..well, I know that I should be getting the blame cause I'M the group leader.Ahem-Ahem.No joke I AM! right.I have to go now.I mean I have to do my work, I can't possibly just type all I want right? OK! Have to go! Buh-byees(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2365972674807246175?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2365972674807246175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2365972674807246175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2365972674807246175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2365972674807246175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright-there-are-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-9146125897847383225</id><published>2008-03-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:30:13.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. I'm here back! I'm here again to do the english project about Mas selamat.I'm sure that where ever he is he will be caught one day.But the sight sympatises me that the police are not being able to catch him.C'mon! S'pore's such a small country compared to America and blah blah blah.They ought to have found him by now! ok.Got to go! Buh-byees(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-9146125897847383225?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9146125897847383225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=9146125897847383225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/9146125897847383225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/9146125897847383225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7679868993017694988</id><published>2008-03-22T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:52:49.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Right.I am feeling so bored nowadays.I did not bother to go on the blog to do what-so-ever cause my parents are scolding me for chatting which is of no reason.I am getting irritated.Well, you should not be but yeah,I am.I am at home right now.In a few hours, hindi school will start.I am feeling guilty too.I told my friends that I will be coming to hindi school but yeah,I'm not.The reason is clear.My spectacles broke and somemore, there is photo-taking.Which makes it EVEN worse.My friend gave me an idea.She said that she will bring her spectacle which has no degrees,but it is fancyful though.I'm not sure of the spelling.Haha.Well, I just don't want to tell them that I'm not going anymore cause I don't want them to get angry with me.Well, I know that it is a stupid reason.Excluding me, only 2 people in my group will be going.We are planning a surprise for SOMEONE.It's her birhtday.I'm not gonna say cause if she reads my blog, THAT'S IT!Alright,there is also another reason, I have to help my father out in his work.Some work.Which i am still waiting to get.Once the clock strucks 5,my mother will go to collect my spectacle and WHOALA! I will be wearing it for..not sure how long.Babu is SOOO pathetic! He keeps on watching Krrish again and again.Doesn't he get BORED?!Well nevermind.I think I have to go now.If my mother sees me on the computer..I WILL BE DEAD!Alright.Gotta go! Buh-byees!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7679868993017694988?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7679868993017694988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7679868993017694988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7679868993017694988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7679868993017694988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/right.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1765597820786736866</id><published>2008-03-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:40:35.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have reflected alot today.It seems to my that I have been treating every single person without proper behaviuor.But some people like my to be that way.I shall not name people though.They might be viewing my blog.Today was a per normal.Had HHF today.I was like damn tired! We had to run 2 rounds around the school! I should not be saying that but, I feel freaking tired.Since i ran after like 2 weeks or so.Tomorrow must run again.So, I must wake up early.But i do wake up at the same time but it's just that I will leave home late.I'm really wasting my time on the computer.But it has been made to good use like you can see, blogging.I've been asking people if they have a blog to add them to my links cause most of the people i know, don't bother keeping a blog.So, you see i only need one more person to fill up the gap.It's quite OK for me also cause I'm new to all these.But not soo new.I knew how to post but I did not know how to make the blog look nice.But, I have came to the step where I am better than a genius now.Ahem-Ahem.Never canI be a genius.Haha(: cause &lt;em&gt;self praise is an international disgrace.&lt;/em&gt;I've been using this phrase ALOT.I'm feeling sleepy.Yawn-yawn-yawn.See you next time.Buh-byees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1765597820786736866?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1765597820786736866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1765597820786736866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1765597820786736866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1765597820786736866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-reflected-alot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6366157989090467652</id><published>2008-03-16T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:08:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hey! I'M BACK AND IM' LOVIN IT.That was all random.I'm so happy! My parents are going to IKEA! It has been long time since anyone of us stepped out of the house.Except for me &amp;amp; my brother yesterday.Hindi School.It's boring staying at home the whole day.But if you have a computer in front, you'll enjoy it and here I am sitting and blogging.OK! this happened long long time ago.I mean, it was decided long time ago.I'M GOING TO LONDON &amp;amp; THE NETHERLANDS! Which means i'm going overseas! Well, I've never been to London before.So, you should know how excited I am.This is like once in a LIFETIME kindda thing.YUPS! well, I am very sad though that no one is following me.So, I have to convince people that going to London is not wasting money and time.I really really have to.It's difficult though.I have to switch off the computer by 5.30 if not, my father will get angry.I've been posting for like DAILY and i'm so happy.Atleast this holidays I DID SOMETHING.But, I'm still angry with that person! What should I do? I hope you all can help me! Tag me about it.I'm serious.There IS this thing in my life.It's not that i'm asking you to tag me for some other reason and LOOK.My school said that the time table will be changing but i went to the website and it turned out that the time table did not change.SO ANNOYING! I mean, how could they.We waste our time on the computer to find for the time table and it turns out, there is no changes! Well, to alter my mind, i play this game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it can't be uploaded here.I'll ruin my blog. Buh-byees(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6366157989090467652?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6366157989090467652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6366157989090467652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6366157989090467652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6366157989090467652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-im-back-and-im-lovin-it.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6341679252374269981</id><published>2008-03-15T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:15:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;HEY YO! I'm back! I just tagged Cheryl..She has changed her skin! It looks more erm.. WORST! I mean sorry to say but ya.It's true.Well, today was not a good day in Hindi School.SOME people made me angry! How would you feel id a person spills your secret? ANNOYED right? That's what I am feeling now.I am really pissed! I should not have trusted her! She's such a betrayer! I'm never going to talk to her anymore.The next thing you know, she'll tell her guy-friend.As usual! It's damn annoying of her! What should I do now? nvm.Let's leave this matter.I hope she does not haunt me in my dreams.Today in Hindi School, after recess I had to sit with guys surronded by me! Somemore gangsterish kind of behaviour they have.SO ANNOYING! i just could not stand them.But their jokes were funny though.It made me laugh.I had to sit right in front of the class! What did I do? Why did she need to embarass me?? The teacher is IDIOTIC! I won't say that I don't like Hindi but the teacher makes me hate it though.ok! I have to go will update again.If there is time.Cause Mid-Year Examinations are coming up! I will have to revise and get good marks! Buh-byees(: for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6341679252374269981?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6341679252374269981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6341679252374269981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6341679252374269981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6341679252374269981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-yo-im-back-i-just-tagged-cheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1571183007003898780</id><published>2008-03-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:04:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;YEAH! It's up! The tag board is up! OK! You all better Tag me! Don't just view my blog!I amvery GUSHY! Totally! I reaqlly did not think that my blog will be alright.Just have to change the password.HUSHHH.Cheryl actually knows it.SO, i HAVE to change it. PASSWORD CHANGED! I am the happiest person in that WORLD!ok! Got to go..Buh-byees(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1571183007003898780?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1571183007003898780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1571183007003898780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1571183007003898780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1571183007003898780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-its-up-tag-board-is-up-ok-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7613989596247978894</id><published>2008-03-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:48:30.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;OK! I am really really gushy! That word, if you don't understand,means TOTALLY HYPER. Yups. But people who know me will know exactly what I am trying to type down here.My youngest brother,Tushar, here is trying to say what I am typing.In a way,he's studying too.Well,talking about studies, I will not say that I did not study.I did study.But only two pathetic subjects.Well, POA is NOT a pathetic subject.It's my favourite! I'm really happy with my blog! It's super nice.But remember! &lt;em&gt;Self praise is an inter national DISGRACE.&lt;/em&gt;SO, don't ever self praise.But I just did.Some idioms really make sense sometimes.Especially this one.I'm really bored on the computer.Before I wanted to update my blog, I had to send my LD group members a poem.But it turned out to be Shakespeare's sonnet.But it IS somewhat a poem right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, never mind.My tag board is up BUT nothing can be typed IN IT!! I shall thank Cheryl for all this! But she did help me..I shall not take advantage!I also have to put some music in.It's so quiet!I have to do something!I want my blog to be..AWESOME!I'm really being random down here.Tomorrrow it's hindi school.I CAN wait for it.The only thing that we do that it STUDY.Well, I know that we must be studying but it depicts the purpose!I hope you can understand.Well, never mind if you can't.I'm really OK with that.I have to get my Tag board up AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7613989596247978894?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7613989596247978894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7613989596247978894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7613989596247978894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7613989596247978894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-i-am-really-really-gushy-that-word.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-4404208489752926593</id><published>2008-03-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:26:34.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRITATED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really really am very scared! MY YONGEST BROTHER'S GOT CHICKEN POXS! Well, yes.This is a good reason to be scared.He got it,i think,on Saturday.But my mother thought that it was just pimples.But then she grew suspicious about this thing.At last,I turned out to be true.He's got chicken poxs.In my religion,if anyone's got chicken poxs,we will treat him/her as a deity.Regardless of the gender.In my mother's house last time,the deity cam into her brother.He was possessed.The detiy then said that &lt;em&gt;she will come to our house evey year.&lt;/em&gt;So, I think that this IS true.So,another punishment is that we can't go out of the house.Because of him!!But,what's into the weather nowadays?It seems to be raining often these few days.I really have no idea of what to do with my blog!It's been ruined.But luckily,Cheryl cam to my rescue.The prevous post was hers.I bet it was to check on the blog&lt;em&gt; if it went haywire or not.&lt;/em&gt;But, yeah. I'm getting bored on the computer.I am not posting for the past few days.It's just stress.ELDDS seems to freak me out!Poetry night is coming up.So, we have to do the preparerations.My group decided to do the Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet thingy.The Shakespeare's one. I tell you being the group leader is eve more stressful you know.I have to go on the computer more then once a day to do research on the poem.STRESS! STRESS! I won't say that ut's EXACTLY stress cause I don't have white hair.YEAH! soo random.But ya.Being an actress is like giving up your whole life to acting!Well, that's what actors are for.But still..I hope you're not getting bored reading all these nonsense.I hope my tagboard is up by NOW! There is always trouble.Mom's scolding!Buh-byees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-4404208489752926593?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4404208489752926593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=4404208489752926593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4404208489752926593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/4404208489752926593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/irritated.html' title='IRRITATED!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-7066302148687223609</id><published>2008-03-12T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:22:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-7066302148687223609?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7066302148687223609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=7066302148687223609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7066302148687223609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/7066302148687223609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-d.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2927152703224219520</id><published>2008-03-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:46:34.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite free already! YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok! Today, I was very frightened.What happened was that while I was walking back home,there were a group of gangsters.They were very scaring you know.When they saw me,they went "ehh! hello! can you give me your number?" &amp;amp; "Give to Bala Bala not me Bala" &amp;amp; "ehh! why you ignoring.Can see me leh!"I was seriously getting very embarassed.Luckily,there was no one there who actually recognised me.I then quickly called my friend, who then consoled me.I was nearly in tears.It was soo EMBARASSING!But by the time,I finished talking to her,the whole lot of them went.Luckily,god helped me! If not you would have seen me in a police station reporting for a rape case or something.Well, as usual my parents are asking me to switch off the PC.Don't worry I will update my blog everyday cause there are march holidays..and ya HAPPY HOLS(: hope you enjoy! Remember to study too.Buh-byees(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2927152703224219520?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2927152703224219520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2927152703224219520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2927152703224219520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2927152703224219520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/quite-free-already-yeah.html' title='Quite free already! YEAH!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-1134943031855407692</id><published>2008-03-04T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:36:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD TIRED!</title><content type='html'>For the past few days,I have not been uploading my blog.Sorry for that.I REALLY REALLY have been busy for the past few days.The day before yesterday,after LD,I was really very tired.Especially after the workshop with Natalie.Even though it is only drama games that we play,it's still tiring.There was a workshop when I broke my nail.But it was an accident.My friend was so excited about the chasing game that he hit my nail very hard and it started to bleed.So,as usual,I went to the toilet to clean it of.We also had the Chemistry test that day.Well,I have written about it in the previous post.We also had Biology test yesterday.Don't ask me about it.PLEASE!It was really unexpected of the teacher to set the paper with so many difficult questions.It's really easy.Seriously.But the teacher's make you think that it is difficult.Today,I am studying for my maths test for tomorrow.It's really irritating if any one irritates you while you are studying.My siblings do that.SO ANNOYING!I have to go.I will update my blog during the march holidays.Buh-byees(: for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-1134943031855407692?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1134943031855407692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=1134943031855407692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1134943031855407692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/1134943031855407692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/dead-tired.html' title='DEAD TIRED!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-6601356893716214055</id><published>2008-03-04T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:14:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello! Ok. I am in school right now.In the library's computer lab.It's so quiet in here even thought there are like four students,including me,here.Ok.Here's comes the NOISE. The sec 4s are coming to create nuisance.Just now, I had my Chemistry paper.I would not say that it was easy nor was it difficult.It was like,'if you know then you will do well' kind of thing.So ya.I hopefully think that I will pass.But i am not sure if i will get the highest for the whole class.You should see the librarian.She is worst then ever! That time,my friend and me were downloading music from the internet.She came towards us an went "what are you both doing?".I then replied back that we had to download music from the internet for some project.She then went away.My friend and I were like laughing our hearts out.I could not take the laughter that I went running to the toilet beside the library.There was another incident where my same friend and I cam to the library.There were some students doing their Art work.Well,most of them.We were also doing our work.But i began to become bored.So, I asked her to find funny things on the net.She found this bat woman posing in a karate pose.Hope you get it.Then she click the print button.When the teacher came,she asked the students doing their Art work "what's this? Is this called Art?" Seeing this,we quickly escaped but had a good laugh later..Have to go for LD.Buh-byees(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-6601356893716214055?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6601356893716214055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=6601356893716214055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6601356893716214055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/6601356893716214055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiet.html' title='Quiet..'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-3790798151042844649</id><published>2008-03-03T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:00:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK AGAIN(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OK!i am bored right now..hearing my parents talk to people in India.So ya.Just now my brother,the youngest one,was soo random.He went "hand the computer to me later".I didn't really react to his nonsense but ya. HE IS A NUISANCE.He irritates me for almost half a day.But still,he's still my brother.I call him chubby cheeks.Well, you should see him.He's very cute.Ok.He's coming and looking at what i am doing and complaining to my father "now already sleeping time she never off".ok.This sentence is easy to understand.HE'S TOUCHING THE MOUSE.OMG!! Ok.He's gone! Phew! He's trying to say that it's so late at night why did i not turn off the computer and NOT MYSELF! Got it? Good(: I think that i have to go.But, maybe i will come back.Now,it's 10.46 exactly.Have to revise for Chemistry test tomorrow.AGAIN.Good night &amp;amp; Buh-byees (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-3790798151042844649?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3790798151042844649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=3790798151042844649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3790798151042844649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/3790798151042844649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-again.html' title='BACK AGAIN(:'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528891999872556966.post-2371095125759028822</id><published>2008-03-03T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:18:23.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OK.Today was like the worst day.It seemed to me.Here's what happened.Today I got the Principles of Accounts(POA) CA1 paper back.Guess what!Ok.I did not so well.But ya.My marks are 18/30.The main reason was that,I did not see the price column and I so called FLUNKED.My eyes was like filled to its brim.But I DID cry.OK! That was so random but ya.It just flowed out.Somemore,everyone was like don't cry don't cry.My only reply to them was that "don't say that, you're making me laugh".OK! but nvm.so ya.After that another big JACK! During recess,me and my two friends went to buy a drink.We left our plate of food on the table.When we returned,our juniors told us that a mynah stepped on my food.SO,I had no other choice but to throw that plate of food AWAY! Then cam along my last year's form teacher.Ms Teo.She saw me throwing the food away.She then replied "you know that this food can come to use to the poor?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My pathetic reply was "right..".As usual.LUCKILY, she just walked away.If not I will be a dead beat by then.As you saw,Two bad things happened.But it did not seems to be a bad day afterall.When my friend and me we going home,since we stay two blocks away.She was like telling me about her tuition teacher.Saying that he was like a joker.I was there laughing my hearts out.You should have seen me.I was too"drunk" that time.After eating chocolate sundaes.So ya.Then I went home and had a bath and etc. etc..Just now.My friend suudenly text me saying if I could follow her to choose some gifts for her friends.So I was like reluctant.But in the end I went.GUESS WHAT SHE BOUGHT!A whole birthday cake.I really did not expect that.But,she said it was for two people.It was a chocolate cake for $18.But WOW! how nice of her.Anyways ya.Got to go now.It's already 10.Have to have a nice sleep to do well in tomorrow's Chemistry test.WISH ME LUCK!Thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;Good night &amp;amp; Buh-byees(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528891999872556966-2371095125759028822?l=addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2371095125759028822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528891999872556966&amp;postID=2371095125759028822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2371095125759028822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528891999872556966/posts/default/2371095125759028822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addicted-to-addiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/today.html' title='today..'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RoShNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437005714940267477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SN90saXom-k/R9qG79HeVVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dV1cXUl5zsA/S220/my+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
