<?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-9713148</id><updated>2012-02-08T12:11:11.886+08:00</updated><category term='m'/><category term='people'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Seen One...Seen All..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-5082183406340473175</id><published>2012-02-08T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:11:11.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusing</title><content type='html'>Ok, I haven't kept my word over blogging. Big deal! I was super busy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handling 3 kids isn't a joke. Frustrations, temper and impatience seem to swing by easily. I'm really amazed by it. I'm trying all ways to keep my composure, well trying to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two kids missed the school in Jakarta though. They love being back to school. Now, with their new teachers and new classes. Leshawn's now in Preschool C, which is kindergarten here in an international school. Lashell's in Twaddler, where it's Nursery 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My third baby's now 2 months old. A real fussy Diva! Comfort is her priority. Her name, Dashnelle. No, we didn't purposely choose very westernized names, we did follow numerology and astrology of course and picked out names using the first letter given to us. Trust me, it was no easy task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, life is back on track in Jakarta. Even though I love the lifestyle and the people here, at times, amidst my busy schedule, I do feel I would like to do something productive. I'm still trying to find out what I exactly would like to do, but the problem with people like us is that, being a jack of all trades, but a master of none, is pretty upsetting, because, in a lot of ways I can do anything, but to really stick to one particular one and benefit from it comes the tricky part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, currently I like to write, such as this, would love to build my writing skills more, but restrained at the moment due to me having small kids. I know to do something, there should be no excuses, however, it's not that easy. My entire day takes up with the kids. I don;t even have time to watch TV. It's either I am watching the kids, doing grocery or marketing, or spending some time such as this surfing and reading my mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there are some who can let me know, what I can accomplish in the given "free personal limited time" please do let me know. I am all ears and welcome your suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and till my next post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-5082183406340473175?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5082183406340473175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5082183406340473175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2012/02/crusing.html' title='Crusing'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-8343711050216086751</id><published>2011-07-31T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:56:22.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its the last Sunday of the month. I'm not doing anything much. Just took my shower and gonna make my son sleep. That's a real feat because of his super hyper active self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real stupid but sort of a dangerous thing happened last night. Being in Jakarta, the pleasures I get are massages. Being pregnant and to avoid my legs from swelling and cramming up, I try to do foot massages every 3 days once. So far, it has been great, but last night, I almost blacked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the massage works. For 45 mins, the two legs, two hands, shoulders and the head will be massaged. So after finishing all, it came to my head, and this time for the first time the masseurs told me to tilt my head backwards for her to do the massage...halfway through the massage my shoulders started to strain, so I told her to just concentrate on my shoulders, but something was not right...... I started feeling this sense of numbness and like a sensation creeping up my head and I started seeing black shadows clouding my view. Realising the situation, I told her to top and asked my hubby to pour me a cup of coke. The effects were immediate. I felt much better. Gosh. After awhile I realized, it's because I have low blood pressure so due to this, I can't simply tilt my head and bring it back immediately apparently. This was a first and scary incident that took place. I never knew low blood pressure could be this bad. Oh well. Well, I still haven't recovered from the shock actually. I mean, just imagine what if I had blacked out. What about my kids? How is my hubby going to handle? I slept last night with all these questions in my head and trust me it's pretty scary!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo, with this in my head, I thought maybe I should take a short vacation with the hubby and kids. I was looking at some deals in Bintan. I had been to Bintan before where my hubby had planned a birthday surprise for me in Bintan Mayang Sari Resort Chalet by the beach. That was a wonderful and relaxing experience and I thought perhaps this time we could go back to Bintan, but not to the same resort because this time I'm with the kids and they are still below 3. So maybe a proper hotel or even a villa would be great, but unfortunately hubby can't make it so plans are scrapped. I guess, the next best thing is when I go back to Singapore in October, probably choose a day at the beach or something with the kids, my parents and my cousins. We had an outing like that and it was awesome. It was really a memorable day. All thanks to my sister's boyfriend for wanting to give her a surprise birthday at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, so now, things I need to do is, book my delivery suite at Mount Alvernia, confirm my kids' schooling at PCF, spend more time reading. I have to start now, or else once the little one comes out, there will be absolutely no time. The 3 kids will for sure take up my entire time, and I'm not sure if I will have time for myself too. Maybe, when the kids are at school. Hmmmm, I'm also planning to join the Mummy and tots class where I can bring my little one to play and learn too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, it seems that plans are all fully laid out more or less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till more blogging next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tunitha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-8343711050216086751?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8343711050216086751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8343711050216086751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2011/07/mixed.html' title='Mixed'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-9202889622033042602</id><published>2011-07-29T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:29:35.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>After 2 years...</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I know! Well, let's just say I have been family planning....yeah literally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got pregnant and gave birth to my son in Feb 2009, got pregnant again and gave birth to to my daughter in Dec 2009. Yup, 10 months apart. Parenthood is quite fun once you get the hang of things. I do have help of course. I have a part time maid, but I look over most of the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.......I am now pregnant again. I'm coming to 5 months. Don't really know the sex yet, but actually hoping for a boy. I want to stop after a second boy. It kinda feels complete with 2 boys and a girl. I can then concentrate fully on their development and whatever they need. Not working has it's advantages and disadvantages. Well advantages would be, I get to see and cherish every moment with my kids, and the disadvantage is, sometimes I really get tired and just need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not really easy having children and coping mentally. There are of course a lot of stress related issues involved. It's similar to training a pet I guess. Well, whatever it is, a lot and I mean really a lot of patience and tolerance is needed. I am not that sort of mum that doesn't scold or beat the children. I admit, I do. There are times where I think that sometimes, a little reminder of pain is needed to let them know, certain things have to be learnt certain ways and principles have to be maintained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids are now coming to 3 and 2, and 1 thing I have learnt is that, I can't run away from the fact that, no matter how much independence I try to instill in my kids, they still need my security. But as I learn from one kid to another, its tastefully different in the approach of taking care of them. I am now more curious than ever to find out how my third one differs from the other two. It's gonna be a pretty interesting bonding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually come from a family of a two children policy, so me having a third one has raised many many eyebrows. Well, for some perhaps, its pure concern of how will she manage and how will her health be, and for some would be, oh she thinks its easy having so many kids, wait till she stumbles. Yeah. That's the world unfortunately, but hey, life still moves on, and whatever that comes along I take it in my stride and of course I ain't perfect. I do have my breakdowns once in awhile, but hey, who doesn't :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So alright guys, just wanna say I'm back to blogging. Will try to do more on the regular basis. Actually with kids, there is just so much to write about, but then I would need to clone myself to do the looking after part :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tunitha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-9202889622033042602?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/9202889622033042602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/9202889622033042602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-2-years.html' title='After 2 years...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-9000744509399587849</id><published>2008-11-13T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:31:59.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Beer</title><content type='html'>Anyone knows where we could find cheap beer?! Erm, Carlsberg or Heineken would be great. Currently it's the price for a case is $60. Sheeesh! Anyone knows where the price would be super low?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-9000744509399587849?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/9000744509399587849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/9000744509399587849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheap-beer.html' title='Cheap Beer'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-4949969110169426847</id><published>2008-11-12T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:51:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Updates</title><content type='html'>I've been super lazy to blog I know, oh well, I'm finally forcing myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last you heard from me was me being in Jakarta for Language Training with my hubby because of his posting. Well, now I'm back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so both my hubby and me completed our Bahasa Indonesia with my hubby passing off with an Advanced Grade *Yay*. Well, you see if he passes of with an Advanced, he gets to have extra allowances, now who wouldn't want that?! *Big Smile* I didn't have a grade simply because mine was just based on conversational. So no test as well, but I can manage a conversation now and understand the person speaking it, and oh by the way, you are simply mistaken if you think it's similar to Malay! Ain't ain't ain't! World of a difference, and you won't know it till you speak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so now we're both back although my hubby's gotta fly back for his official posting end of this month. Most of our packing is done. Our apartment in Jakarta is deliciously fab! In fact, the motivation I have for wanting to go back to Jakarta is the fact that I can finally cook!!! Oh yeah, I suffered without home-cooked food the four months of my language training as our apartment didn't have a kitchen. So everyday, we had to order in, or buy back from the shopping malls. So yes, finally I get to cook and Yippy, mum and dad will be following me back for a week or so to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that's what's been happening. Hmmm, other than that, latest movie I caught was Quantum of Solace. I'm a fan of the ol James Bonds, but somehow, I wasn't too bonded with this movie. I would maybe just give a 5.5 over a scale of 10. Well, waiting for the other movies to come up and also waiting for the Chalet this weekend. It's gonna be sort of like a farewell Chalet with our friends and us. Looking forward to that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm gonna cut my line! Yes, I'm switching over......finally after ages. I'm not going to have to do anything with Starhub anymore. I'm going for Singtel. Somehow I've been brainwashed! Hahaha! And yes, I'm switching over from Nokia to some other model....yes yes I know...I have changed! I guess, instead of wanting to be spoon-fed by Nokia, I need a challenging phone. So yeah, I'm making alot of changes. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I got to change in order for me to survive the worst during this transition period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna go on Holidays........I forsee Bali being one of it and Krabi again!!! Yay!!! Can't wait for the beaches once more and the relaxing Spas. Yes, I'm getting to wanna feel pampered. I think I deserve it. It's gonna be incredible living away from Singapore. It's gonna make me feel more patriotic towards Singapore I guess, it may. Currently I'm getting the best of both worlds and I'm loving it. People say that's wrong, well I say, too bad for them, they ain't getting half of what I have! To me, my heart's clear. I've made the necessary apologies and I was sincere with them, if people still wanna be bitter about it, suit yourself. Life's short, screw the negatives and embrace the positives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-4949969110169426847?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4949969110169426847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4949969110169426847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/overdue-updates.html' title='Overdue Updates'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-8950346452750036186</id><published>2008-07-19T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:44:33.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Jakarta</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhu I totally apologise for my lack of blogging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, I'm now in Jakarta! That's cos my hubby's got a posting here so I get to follow! Yay! Postings for 3 years by the way. Well we're now staying in a Service Apartment at the moment before we move to a proper condo apartment. I'm learning the language as well. Hmm, so far I can maintain a conversation with someone for 5 mins. Thats already a feat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm ok and doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're like slacking in the room. I guess we haven't had the confidence much to move around wildly yet......Soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-8950346452750036186?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8950346452750036186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8950346452750036186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-jakarta.html' title='In Jakarta'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-3915698255220637997</id><published>2008-05-08T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:17:50.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to sleep with a bolster or a pillow in between my legs, or else I CANT SLEEP!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to sing very loudly in the shower, I'm sure no one else can hear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a temper, though it may seem I'm cool-headed, I have a temper!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wear my watch on my right hand as well - a habit since young! Followed Dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make friends very extremely easily!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; to have a KAKI in order for me to shop, exercise and kill time with!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Can Keep Secrets!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm paranoid with extra-marrital affairs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love stuffing money into my pockets when I'm too lazy to put it into my wallet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I day-dream alot! Sometimes I play pretend with myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy fights &amp;amp; quarrels with my hubby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I CAN be very Irritable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tunitha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-3915698255220637997?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3915698255220637997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3915698255220637997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-things.html' title='12 things'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-7014991195323837764</id><published>2008-04-22T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:34:28.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Again</title><content type='html'>Not in a mood to blog, so there's always an easier way : SURVEYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKEDTO TODAY?My dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT IS YOUR LUCKY NUMBER?8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.WHAT IS YOU FAV COLOURS?White, Red, Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.DO YOU HATE ANY ONE RIGHT NW?Yeah! Myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.HOW MANY CLOSE FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?Only one…at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOU CANNOTCONTROLL YOUR ANGER?CRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.WILL U GET JEALOUS EASILY?Hah! I’ve learnt to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH ANYONE?Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.DO U HAVE EX?Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.YOUR FAV FRUIT?Mangoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.YOUR FAV DRINK?Sweet Lassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.DO U LUV UR FRIENDS?Occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.DOES ANY ONE HATE YOU?Wouldn’t be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.MEMORABLE INCIDENT IN YOU LIFE?17.12.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.WHAT IS UR FAV FLOWER?Any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.U PREFER BEING SINGLE OR ATTACH?Both are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.IF U WANT SMTH IN YOU LIFE 4EVERWhAT WOULD IT BE?Money. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE?I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.DID YOU GET ANGRY RECENTLY?Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.WHAT DID YOU DO AT 2 THIS AFTERNOON?Surfed the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.WHAT BOTHERS U ALWAYS?Too many a stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.WHAT ARE UR GOALS RIGHT NW?Totally stopped believing in goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.ARE U INTERESTED IN MARRIAGE?I’m already married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.DO U LIKE CHILDRENS?Do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.DID YOU EVER TRIED CONTACT LENS?Been wearin them since 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.DO YOU SMOKE?No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.WHAT TIME WILL YOU USUALLY SLEEP?Tenish-Elevenish, depends which day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE PERSON YOULIKE THE MOST?Nishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.WHAT IS ON YOU MIND RIGHT NW?Nothing! Totally Blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-7014991195323837764?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7014991195323837764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7014991195323837764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored-again.html' title='Bored Again'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-2094305484447805457</id><published>2008-03-23T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:30:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long</title><content type='html'>Yes I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been mislaid. Laziness won me over. Every time I feel like blogging, I’m in a disposition.&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been great. Fact is I was on leave till Thursday. Whoo Hoo! Long weekend, and somehow today doesn’t seem it! Gosh, back to work tomorrow. Sigh. I ought to have taken another 2 more days off. Then again, should have, could have, would have are hopeless at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for me taking leave was because it was my hubby’s birthday on the 19th of March! Yay! Happy Belated Dee! Got him a big cuddly Beethoven dog (next best thing I could get closest to the real thing), an MP4 player and the just released Football Manager 2008. Yes yes, I pamper him I know, but then again who else is there other than me to pamper him?! So being the self-proclaimed lovable wife, I just wanted to see him happy. Of which of course he is, since he’s not stopped playing the Football Manager. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t do much, went out for a nice dinner at Jack’s Place with my in laws to celebrate the occasion, after which I spent some time with my cousins Sanu, Sindhu &amp;amp; Suchi who were in the same area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, lazed the entire day not doing anything dynamic except to get a French manicure and pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Good Friday. It was another round of staying home and bumming. I have put on tremendous amount of weight!!! Yes, my bad for eating so much of rich food! Can’t believe the craving breakouts I’ve had! Need to lose it terribly!!! I hate dieting, but looks like I got to diet on the quantity I’m eating I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday and the horns and pointed tail materialized. Had breakfast with my mother-in-law and went Karaoke at night! It was during the singing that I realised how much I had missed singing. I am an insult to my gold trophies!!! I remember how I used to sing with my relatives and friends before. It was a real stress-free zone! Need to kick in the habit and start singing again. Going to have to bug dad to bring out his table! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today’s been a bumming day as well. Some of my hubby’s relatives came to visit, other than that a very hushed day. Oh by the way, I got my hubby addicted to a Japanese Anime Slam Dunk! It’s a basketball story but I think my hubby’s more obsessed by the main character Sakuragi Hanamitchi The Genius!  Well, for those who want to get a glimpse of what it’s all about, firstly you got to have Anime Channel 84 and tune in everyday at 6pm. Jut check the guide for the marathon episodes. Oh another thing, I’ve completely missed all episodes of Heroes!!! I can’t tune in now not knowing what has happened. Sigh, I have to turn to Sindhu for the details. Sheesh. Well, currently the only thing I’m hooked on to is Spongebob Squarepants &amp;amp; Aang The Legend of the Avatar! Yes! Both are cartoons, but hey if they’re interesting, why not?&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys can’t wait for the next holiday to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-2094305484447805457?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/2094305484447805457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/2094305484447805457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-long.html' title='So Long'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-6692840460617484698</id><published>2008-02-25T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:22:04.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know...I've not blogged for awhile. I'm just too irritated and seriously too busy to update anything at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's getting to be more physical. Life's getting more serious! Decisions are getting more difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-6692840460617484698?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/6692840460617484698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/6692840460617484698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2008/02/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-7948596864207212636</id><published>2007-11-21T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:46:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen Knee</title><content type='html'>Goodness! I don't know where I went and knocked myself. My right knee looks swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the doc, and he said, it looks like a stress crack! What the hell is a stress crack!? Seems it's a very fine hairline crack on the bone, but he's only assuming and had given medication for anti-inflammation. Hopefully the swell goes down in 3 days, or else, I gotta go for an X-ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, the last time I did an X-ray was before entering Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully the swelling goes off. I've been told not to rub any ointment as well. There's only slight pain, but it's tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I miss my husband. I've not really seen him or had any chance to talk to him since the summit started and now in my job, I'm equally tied up.  Hopefully I can get to go on a holiday soon after all this hassel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money's another issue. Have to stop the taxi taking by hook or crook! Have to! Must! I keep telling myself that but I'm not doing it. Gonna put reminders on top of reminders in my phone to remind me. I'm seriously also so shack! Doing literal manual labour due to the oncoming massive projects. I know it's taking a toll on me, but it's inevitable. I'm trying to not take in the stress by sleeping as much as I can, regardless of the late hours I'm coming home. Weekends seem like paradise, but then again, I'm on stand by and I'll need to be coming to office on the weekends. Social life seem to be showing me farewell signs. Proper food intake seem to vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm thinking about alot of things, and I'm trying to keep my mind clear, trying to is the correct word. Oh well, lets see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-7948596864207212636?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7948596864207212636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7948596864207212636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/11/swollen-knee.html' title='Swollen Knee'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-3558007627166915592</id><published>2007-11-16T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:31:41.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Hello Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the going? For me? Oh, for starters, I'm busier than a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few projects coming along and it's already piling onto me. Been reaching home pretty late as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exhausted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to stress less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanting lots of Cash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanting a Car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying on a new routine of make-up (Obviously the last one made me look ghostly!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting to do a regular exercise with my "NBF"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to eat more vegetables&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting to take my needed dosage of vitamins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing Dee very the much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanting a GETAWAY pretty badly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. That's how I'm doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Past few days were more of a blur than anything and going freaking fast. I just remembered telling my colleague "Wow, T.G.I.F" and poof, it's Friday again. Anything new about today? Well yes, I'm gonna slack alittle at work today. On top of that my parents and sis have flown down to Sri Lanka for the weekend and will be back on Monday. Am I gonan miss them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course!!! I'll miss my mum calling me in the morning and checking to see if I took my vitamins, put on my make-up properly, dressed well and also gime me a brief of what happened yesterday with her. I'll miss calling my dad and always asking him where he is so that there might be some chance I can be picked up by him. I'll miss calling my sis for talking nonsense when I'm waiting for a cab or just waiting for something. Yes, I'm gonna miss all three of them for 3 days. Yeah I know I can call them and still talk to them there, but I guess it'll still be different. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be staying in my mum's place until they return from their trip. So it'll be my hubby, me, the maid and my dog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that I'm so missing my husband cos of his busy schedule at work due to the ASEAN Summit. I hardly see him. Even yesterday night, for the 1st time I was so dead tired that I actually slept before he came home around 12 plus. Feel quite bad about not waiting up for him, but I was so darn tired. Woke up in the middle of the night and saw him sleeping next to me ready. I couldn't resist a kiss. He was so sound asleep he didn't even wake up after I actually kissed him hard and hugged him. Guess he's also so worn out. Well, we certainly do need a break soon. Some quality time just between the both of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing extraordinary too place much thus, I'll end here. Till my next post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tunitha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-3558007627166915592?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3558007627166915592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3558007627166915592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-8541906381515935818</id><published>2007-11-11T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:09:36.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>I've come to realise I've changed from the person I once was to an almost totally different person. I used to take things very lightly and was a carefree girl. I could not get angry no matter how big the issue was. I never fused. I was a girl whom many scolded for being very cool headed and easily being taken advantage of. The world could have falled into pieces and I would still be calmly smiling. I was envied by my cousins for my calm and composed nature. I could release my stress in many clean ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer this person. I become very very irritated easily. I tend to fuse for trival matters. I've become this less compassionate person who seem to start caring only for myself. I can't seem to find avenues to release stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm easily influenced by the surroundings? Or is it because I'm maturing and questioning myself on alot of issues. I don't know. All I know, I'm finding diversified routes in releasing stress. It may be the wrong one, but for the moment, it seems right to me and I'll carry on with it. I'm gonna be darn busy over this month in my job and I seriously need my stress avenues! First and foremost the journey kills me and now the stress levels have increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a person who never used to get stressed. Well, now I guess things change, people change and I've changed. I've become even more accomodating and terribly moody as well. I don't know if my hormones are changing, or I'm just imagining things, but I know for sure that I need to relax and not get stressed. Well, I'm gonna try, and if it needs me going back to my old ways to relieve it, I don't see what's stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-8541906381515935818?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8541906381515935818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8541906381515935818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/11/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-8341155686577321153</id><published>2007-11-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:10:40.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Yr Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been such a long time since I had blogged properly! Let me start off from last Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had organised my Company's Bowling tournament and we had in on Friday. It was really good. Its been really awhile since I had bowled, but unfortunately I could not really concentrate bowling much as I had to also keep score of the other bowlers as well as to take extra care my beautifully manicured nails(courtesy done by my sister) wouldn't break! Unfortunately, I couldn't save my right thumb. It chipped half the length. Sigh. Anways, I finished around 945pm and got a lift back home from my colleague who was staying at Sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he dropped me off, I rushed up, ate KFC my hubby ordered, changed and got ready to go clubbing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were to check out this new place Nishan's friends have been fanatics off - JEANS. Yeah, it's an Indian Pub, but hey, it was really cool. Beautiful layout concept, nice toilets, big dancefloor and great mix of music, however, the only setback was the crowd. I didn't like it. I found them too unfriendly and edgy! Oh well, that's my opinion. Once the club closed, we made our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we woke up at around 12 plus only to find no one at home. My in-laws had gone over to Nishan's cousin's place to help cook for the annual deepavali prayers for the dead. Nishan and I were to go only in the evening. It was a lazy Satuday and we were seriously just bumming. We were even too lazy to go down and have our brunch so I ended up making Fried Mee with chicken nuggets and sausages for a bite. We then left for his cousin's place in the evening. Once the prayers were done, we then headed to Pasir Ris Park (sent by Nishan's cousins) to celebrate one of Nishan's Friend's Birthday - Tau(a.k.a Devaraj)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, almost all his friends were already there. As usual, it was fun being with them. We did not go back home but stayed all through the night till next morning, where Nishan and myself were supposed to go to the cemetry to visit my great-great grandmother. That's right! Great-Great Grandmother. I was 3 when she passed away and I still have a vague memory of her. But it's been 24 years since I saw her and I was quite excited actually. Luckily soem of Nishan's friends were also going to visit people they knew at the cemetry so we hitched a ride with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching, we of course stopped to get flowers and fruits. I remembered she loved to eat seedless grapes. When we reached the cemetry, Nishan and I split up to find her. It really took us very very long to locate her, and whilst walking I was silently calling out to her and asking where she was. I tripped and my handphone fell onto a brown grave nearby and as I picked up my handphone and looked at it, it was my Great Great Grandmama!!! She had heard my call. I then called Nishan and he came over to join me. I won't deny the fact that I teared alot looking at her. She was really special. I was the last great great grandchild she looked after and I was her favourite. I don't know if I was imagining, but from her photo I could see her just looking at me. She was beautiful. She was as how I remembered her to be. We were at her grave for almost half an hour before Nishan's friends joined us, and my husband was so cute. He actually said " Patti, these are my friends, this is Sishya, this is LC and this is Johnathan". By the way, you know what was the best part of the entire day. It was our 1st year Wedding Anniversary! I was so happy to introduce my husband to my Great Great Grandmother on this day. Somehow I felt she gave her blessings unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so 4th Nov Sunday was my 1st yr Wedding Anniversary. It's come so fast. It feels like only yesterday I got married. After visiting my Great Great Grandma, we hitched a ride back with his friend and dropped on our bed like stones! We slept till about 6pm and then woke up to get ready for the deepavli prayers for the dead this time at my Grandma's place. While doing the prayers I kept smiling at my Great Great Grandma's photo. I was just soooo happy seeing her. At Grandma's place there's always singing. Well, that's because my grandparents like to hear me sing. I won't say I'm a terrific singer, but I've won 1st prize trophies in my time. I almost wanted to join Vasantham Star, but reality hit me! Thus, sang many many songs for my grandparents and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on EXAM leave yesterday. I'm not gonna comment much on it. Will skip it and come to today!!!! THE BIGGEST SURPRISE I GOT AFTER COMING BACK FROM LUNCH WAS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET OF LILLIES AND RED SUNFLOWER LOOKING FLOWERS WRAPPED IN A MAROON WRAPPER WITH A SHINY MAROON RIBBON! It was from my husband! These are what the words said inside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Dee,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were having our Honeymoon around this period last year. My Honeymoon has never ended since. Happy 1st yr Wedding Anniversary and more to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How sweet is this?!! Below is the Picture of his bouquet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/AnnivesaryfLOWER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful!? You guys must be wondering what I had gotten him for our Anniversary right?! Well, I knew he'd be busy with the Asean Summit and we won't really have time to celebrate, so after work on Thursday I had booked Jack's Place and we had dinner there to have an early celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the pictures. He was too shy to be in the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the small cute cake our regular Jack's Place surprised us with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/annicake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is me with the cake and a cup of tea with his present in the paper back next to me on my right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/mecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is my present to him! There's a poem I wrote for him and the insides are decorated with real fresh flowers with our wedding reception photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/myannigift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is it nice?! He liked it very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, that's about all the moment! For now, looking forward to Deepavali! Advance Deepavali wishes to all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-8341155686577321153?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8341155686577321153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8341155686577321153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-yr-anniversary.html' title='1st Yr Anniversary'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-3588691160128362634</id><published>2007-10-28T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:43:40.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>1. Which stranger did you smile at today?&lt;br /&gt;# A freaking Cockroach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were the last sweets you ate?&lt;br /&gt;# none &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;# It's not over yet. So far, SO-SO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you not look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;# The month of Nov! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many rings do you own?&lt;br /&gt;# Quite a number but I've got 2 on my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What excited you today?&lt;br /&gt;# Nothing actually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What were you doing at midnight yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;# Going to sleep!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is one major weakness you have?&lt;br /&gt;# Being fucking kind and compassionate towards people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 . What would be your first dream car?&lt;br /&gt;# Its a dream car, so I'll go for a Lamborg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like to game?&lt;br /&gt;# What type of game? Nowadays losing interest in any sortta game!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Were you recently pissed by someone?&lt;br /&gt;# When have I never been! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the latest gift you got?&lt;br /&gt;# $50 bucks from my Mother In Law who won 4D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many CDs do you own?&lt;br /&gt;# Threw all of them away! Nothing at present! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the last Movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;# In theatre : Premonition, In TV: Meteor Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;# Yesterday's Lunch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was the last one who called?&lt;br /&gt;# My mum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;# My father in law cooking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like to cry?&lt;br /&gt;# I guess no one really likes to cry, unless for a reason. My tears nowadays are been saved for the worth only! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How would you react when someone teased you?&lt;br /&gt;# Smile at first, smile again at the second time, give a fucked up face for the 3rd time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is On-line right now?&lt;br /&gt;# I myself ain't on-line. Gone were the days of fun communications! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are your plans for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;# I've become too boring a person to be planning things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or biscuits?&lt;br /&gt;# None. No mood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you say FREAKING or F**KING more often?&lt;br /&gt;# I used to say Freaking, but now, I've become too blunt so just Fucking Get Lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is  the best thing that happened after liking someone?&lt;br /&gt;# It wasn't too hard to fall in love after that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you change completely for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;# No comments for this question! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What can't you stand?&lt;br /&gt;# Injustice! Unfairness and SELF PRIDE AND EGO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you could have a party, what music will you play?&lt;br /&gt;# Depends on the people at the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is something you might want to get soon?&lt;br /&gt;# Ha ha! If I say it here I'll get SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What do you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;# Seriously at this point in time, go back in time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What word did you use to describe the person you didn't really like?&lt;br /&gt;# FUCKING IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-3588691160128362634?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3588691160128362634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3588691160128362634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-2254782962705349953</id><published>2007-10-21T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:23:26.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>Don't have the mood to blog! I'm just upset! Too upset to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-2254782962705349953?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/2254782962705349953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/2254782962705349953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/10/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-6797024300122747162</id><published>2007-09-18T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:55:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey 2</title><content type='html'>Hello Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fill up this survey that pops up. If you've already closed the window, just refresh this page and fill up the details. Would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-6797024300122747162?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/6797024300122747162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/6797024300122747162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/survey-2.html' title='Survey 2'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-1081002532709882722</id><published>2007-09-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:03:57.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I overworking myself? I don't know. I've got my regular job and I'm also doing freelance marketing. On top of that I've got my Elecronic Media classes of which my assignment is due in 3 weeks time!!! Have I started? Yeah I have, perhaps only the Intro and Survey Form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so icky! Nose's leaky, head's slightly heavy, throat's little thorny and I feel so bloody moody! PMS? Nope, I don't get PMS!!! Thank God for that! I really understand how guys feel when a girl goes through PMS! Well guys, you know what, it can be controlled!!! If the girl claims it's just the hormones, then she's purposely playing you down. If she keeps harping on the fact that you aren't understanding, blah blah blah, then she's got a serious problem and has to see the doctor!!! What's with this Pre-MS and Post-MS?! I'll never be able to understand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, lately I've been seeing a familiar someone quite frequently! Not that I RUN into the person purposely, but so COINICIDENTAL! I think, about perhaps twice?! One inside the train after I had to run errands for my mum, and the other at a train station waiting for my hubby. I don't know if the other person saw me, I guess the person would have too! I mean it was in close proximity! The person looks sweet. Well, all the best to you and your future endeveours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm handing my company's D &amp; D! Yay! I love handling events! It's just my expertise! I'm almost 90% done, just awaiting Venue &amp; Confirmation Listing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, getting back to my ickiness, I think I'm running a temperature as well! OMG! What's happening to me??? Too stressed?? Nah! In one aspect, I am seldom a person to embrace stress. I do get stressed, but it oozes away quite fast hence my carefree attitude. Well, perhaps I'm contacting my father-in-law's flu. According to my hubby, it seems my father-in-law's flu is quite contagious! Yikes! I can't afford to get sick. I just popped in 2 pills. Having a warm Milo! Hope it helps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got class tonight as well. Still contemplating whether to go! Well, if I do go, I benefit alot from my lesson. If I don't go, I'll be heading home to slack and sleep. Somehow or rather, the second option blinks very comfortingly! Gosh, its the devil working~ not .... gonna .... submit .... to .... my .... inner .... desires .... Dee .... I .... wanna .... go .... Bintan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops. Hahaha. Well, I sure need a holiday and it's been so long too since we went out of the country. My cousin's wedding is in December, so planning to take maximum 2 days off. I'll still have about 9 odd days left. Hopefully I can squeeze in a holiday! The thought of it just sounds so nice! Oh gosh, I've not even gotten my saree! Am I wearing a saree? Hmmm, I may, then again, I may make a customed made saree. Ooh, I love designing and choosing the right material! I've seriously made my tailor a very happy person, now that many customers go to her after my sis and I did our costumes! But before all this, I need to lose another 5kg!!! Yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, it's not that I'm too free at work, that's why I'm blogging. I'm taking a break for heaven sakes! Gonna go back to work and loving it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-1081002532709882722?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/1081002532709882722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/1081002532709882722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-4795466702886029191</id><published>2007-09-07T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:56:19.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Complexion</title><content type='html'>Oh Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK-COMPLEXION WHEN COMPARED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! For once I had a better look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm still good...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-4795466702886029191?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4795466702886029191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4795466702886029191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/dark-complexion.html' title='Dark Complexion'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-7641143300877374431</id><published>2007-09-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:00:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>People...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=tghtdf_2b2e3aYrVrOqZSZSg_3d_3d"&gt;Click Here to take survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-7641143300877374431?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7641143300877374431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7641143300877374431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-4843244582935832933</id><published>2007-09-04T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:30:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW TATOO</title><content type='html'>GUYS GUYS GUYS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be my new tatoo, but without the HAPPY TUESDAY words of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commentcherry.org"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src="http://photobucket.com/albums/w201/glittervault/cherrytap/days/tuesday/images/august13tuesday4.gif" alt="Comment Myspace Sexy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentcherry.org"&gt;Cool Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-4843244582935832933?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4843244582935832933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4843244582935832933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-tatoo.html' title='MY NEW TATOO'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-878413506773558076</id><published>2007-09-03T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:33:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate so Full</title><content type='html'>Hell and Good Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a Monday and I am back at what I do best! Come back to work. Sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Ratatouille! It was quite nice, a totally different concept. Graphics were totally fabulous, almost realistic. For those who haven't caught it, please do! It's fun, entertaining, emotional and inspiring. Well, then again my perception for Rats do not change. It's every individual's choice I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend didn't do much, went over to my Uncle's place. Chilled and sang. Well, I was in the mood for singing and after a long time, so I did. It reminded me of the times I used to sing in school and to loved ones, but I guess, mine is more out of mood rather than do it for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to chill with a colleague of mine and then came home. Slept till about 12 cos I came home freaking late the previous night, got up, showered, ate lunch and went over to my mum's place cos she had booked the badminton court! Yay! I simply love badminton. Oh ya, by the way, I lost about 3kg!! So darn happy! Yays and clap clap to me! My handles on the sides are reducing slowly and the major portion I gotta concentrate on is my back. Well, guess I folow my dad's genes, but nevertheless I have to bring that proportion down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to start on my assignment!!! Sighhhhh! I've got 3 weeks more, but I need to start somewhere. Guess I gotta staple my butt to my bed on Sunday to work and on my assignment and get it out of the way! I've got to work on my powerpoint presentation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm tackling my company's GOKART event and the Annual Dinner and Dance. It'll be good if I had a team to work with, but this whole project's on my head! Solo rider! Can't wait for 530pm, and I'll be out of office and heading back home! Its a great weather to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dee, I wanna go BINTAN ANGSANA RESORT!!! BRING ME!!! WE'll have our 2nd Honeymoon!!! *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-878413506773558076?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/878413506773558076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/878413506773558076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/ate-so-full.html' title='Ate so Full'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-8339965512822833799</id><published>2007-08-21T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:39:45.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class starting</title><content type='html'>Good morning to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my day in pink. I was supposed to wear a white-pink-pin-stripped pants, but ended up wearing my deep pink netted long skirt. I've been wearing pants since the time I started work. To match the bottom, I wore a pink plain sleevless top and a white and pink stripped cardigan. Yes! Too pink for my personality, but then again, what the hell, it's not everyday I dress this way! My classes are starting today as well. Electronic Media and Public Relations. Wow, for two days in a week I'll be reaching home only by midnight! Sigh! Well, I guess it's for the best. If I don't suffer and work hard now, I know I'll never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't belive I am waking up at 610am everyday and leaving my place at 7am just to reach work by 830am. I think perhaps the waking up isn't too bad compared to my journey to work! Sigh! Check out my schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 610am - Take a dump and shower by 620am - Do my routine moisturising, powdering and body spraying - Grab my bag(which I had already packed day before), my shoes and try to leave as silently as possible so as not to wake my hubby's slumber(He only wakes up at 715am) - Leave my house at 7am - Walk about 5-8 mins to the 913 bus stop - Take the bus to Woodlands Mrt by latest 715am - Take the Pasir Ris Train by 720am - Arrive at Clementi by 755am - Walk to the bus stop opposite Clementi Station and try to take 183 or 183A by 810am - Reach my office at Science Park II by 830am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, isn't this a journey to be dreaded. Well, to keep myself distracted, I listen to the radio and read a book. Its actually a great way to catch up on reading, but it sure takes skill to stand in the buses and train to read a book. Right, that's my daily routine of morning exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been quite monotonous actually. Saturday night my hubby and I went down to Woodlands Mrt and borrowed a few VCDs. Oh gosh, I can only remember Zodiac and a local Singapore documentary on the "Super Natural", can't remember what the other 2 were. All I know I've got to return them by tomorrow. Sigh! We only managed to watch the Singapore documentary. It was quite interestiing because it covered places like the old Changi hospital, Pulau Ubi, certain other parts of isoloated Singapore where they captured photographs of 'mysterious sightings'. After watching that, I think we watched Spongebob and then slept. Next morning, ate my father in law's fish curry and fried fish, then sent my husband for his work and went back to my mum's place. My husband was involved in the ND's Rally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my mum's place in Jurong because, she had booked badminton courts in the new Jurong West Sports Hall. It was a hell of a workout!! It's been like so long since I played. It was quite disappointing to see that I had become so rusty, but luckily my dad was there to straighten me out. I was back to my old style of playing. Still trying my best to smash though! Not enough power yet...My cousin joined us for the game, and later we chilled back at my mum's place and watched the Rally. I was slightly disappointed that we aren't getting more cash outs...haha, yeah, guess I have been to pampered by the government's generosity, but then again, I guess the CPF thing is a good measure. What a waste for me that there are now new policies on the HDB ruling. So sad that we had lost out on the government goodies by 1 month. Anyways, got mu hubby's message that hewas gonna leave, so my cousin and I picked him up from JE and we headed back to woodlands. That was about all on a Sunday night. Monday morning, I almost became too lazy to go to work. Well, it was raining!!! The first thought that came to my mind was the journey, so I was kind of hoping I so did not have to go to work, but something just struck me, and I litterally forced myself out of bed and headed to work. It was a good thing I came too, because, so many didn't turn up in my office and it's a kind of a popular habit that people normally take Leaves or MCs on Mondays and Fridays(for those who don't work on Saturdays). I guess they would just like an extended weekend. I had that habit as well and I saw where it landed me. So this time around, I am trying my very best to kick that habit out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time after work, I took the shuttle bus to Harbour Front and it was the first time I was actually seeing Vivo City! Yes yes, I am one of the pathetic souls who hasn't checked it out yet. But then again, it's just another shopping centre! And just more money that I'm gonna wanna spend! So, at present not going to Vivo is pretty ok for me. I was suppose to meet my sis at tekka to get my Onam clothes sewn. Mum had bought kerala saries much earlier and this time we're using those saries to make suits! Yup yup! So from Harbour Front, took the train to Little India, met my sis, went to the shop, gave the clothes, gave our measurments and then went to Apollo Banana Leaf to feast. Haha, it was my sister's treat, so whilst we were there, I waited for my hubby and my parents to join us. It was the first time I was having KEEMA NAAN! It was awesome!! But dammn filling. We went back to our homes after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Spongebob and slept. Looks like Spongebob's in our regular routine. Haha! Those who watch it, it's simply addictive! Lottsa double meanings and mature concepts! Well thats about all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-8339965512822833799?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8339965512822833799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/8339965512822833799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/class-starting.html' title='Class starting'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-6716483911558922738</id><published>2007-08-13T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:13:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Questions Questions Questions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you burp in front of guys?&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, silently I guess, but most of the time I say excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you straighten your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whats your favorite girl magazine?&lt;br /&gt;No favourites, as long as there's lottsa advertisements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever spend all day/night&lt;br /&gt;getting pretty for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes....almost everyday still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you ever cry during a romantic&lt;br /&gt;movie?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I still do!!! Sigh...wat a weakling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;makeup on?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!!!! Been doing that for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you consider making&lt;br /&gt;out "unladylike"?&lt;br /&gt;WATS UNLADYLIKE?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.On the scale of 1-10 how fun is&lt;br /&gt;shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Errr...3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think lipgloss is the best?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, if i'm not kissing my husband of cos! He hates me having anything on my lips when we kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you freak out if you miss your&lt;br /&gt;favorite show?&lt;br /&gt;Nope....not an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How long does it take you to get&lt;br /&gt;ready in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i take a dump for 5 mins, shower for about 10 mins, apply my standard operating procedures of the cleanser, toner, moisturiser, eye cream, baby powder, nivea deodrant and lastly e-spirit body spray! This would take about half an hour, oh and of cos i need the fan facing me to speed things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like soccer boys?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, as long as they've got cute butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is pink the best color in the&lt;br /&gt;world?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE....WHITE IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever dressed unlike&lt;br /&gt;yourself to impress a guy?&lt;br /&gt;ERRR.... not that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you often wish there was&lt;br /&gt;something you could change about&lt;br /&gt;yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I do... I sometimes wished I had been more responsible and alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you dress up too much for&lt;br /&gt;holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Unless if it's a festival or function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you like to wear dresses?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but still looking for the right one.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you write a lot of mushy love&lt;br /&gt;poems?&lt;br /&gt;I used tooooooo....then reality struck me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. On a scale 1-10 how much do guys&lt;br /&gt;confuse you?&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. In the past 24 hours have you hung&lt;br /&gt;out with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Yup Yup...mu beloved husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are shoes your weakness?&lt;br /&gt;No la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is chocolate your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Used to be as well......Now my handph is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like to paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;Nope....natural's da best, but cos of my creative sister, I always model muy nails for her to try with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. on a scale of 1-10 how many times&lt;br /&gt;do you look in the mirror a day?&lt;br /&gt;about 4 times, morning, when i go to the toilet at work and at night before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are your nails long and pretty?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes!! I still wonder how I got over biting my nails... they used to be so short thy looked diseased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How often do wear high heeels?&lt;br /&gt;Only on occasions...its bad for your posture and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you rather go to a sports&lt;br /&gt;event or go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Sports... though I may not be into sports, I'd like to learn..never had a chance of influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Would you rather go to a rock&lt;br /&gt;concert or prepare yourself for a&lt;br /&gt;party?&lt;br /&gt;Well, depends where my husband would like to go...we may go for the concert and then party...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Would you rather listen to music&lt;br /&gt;or dance to music?&lt;br /&gt;For sure both...Music makes my body move automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-6716483911558922738?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/6716483911558922738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/6716483911558922738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-9019036641888021637</id><published>2007-08-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:54:21.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><title type='text'>Ghost Town</title><content type='html'>Hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a very short holiday. Before I could blink thrice, I'm back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Well, office's a total dead town. Many of them have gone on leave or went out to site. I guess there's only like 4 of us in the office at the moment. Gosh, can't wait for 530 to knock off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lazy holiday yesterday actually because I only woke up at 130pm. Haha... yes! Well don't accuse me of any names yet. I had only come back home yesterday at about 7am. Wednesday night, my hubby &amp; I went out at about 10 plus to meet up with our friends to chill. We chilled till 6am in the morning. So as I was sayin, it was a totally lazy day. I woke up, actually was woken up by my husband :P, showered, fiddled with my laptop, ate lunch (chicken kurma and sambal chilli proudly cooked by my father-in-law) and then went back to my bedroom and lied down to catch Alien 3 on star movies. Once that ended, I went out of the room to catch whatever remainder of the NDP and ate Durian with my mother-in-law. After that , I remembered I had to buy body powder as mine had totally finished. So went dow to the ABC shop to get it. The coffeeshop and this shop were the only shops open at that time. They didn't have my favorite Lavender Talc, so I settled for Johnson's Baby powder. The Pink one. Its so smooth and nice. Bought that, went back home, washed up, and slept! Haha..such a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you girls this...there's this product called Nivea whitening deodrant! Its simply fab. The scent and the comfor you feel whole day is superb. Makes you feel as though you kept taking your shower to keep smelling fresh! So much so, I was in the bus on the way to work today that there was this chinese-high-positioned-working looking lady asked me what's the perfune I had on. For a moment I then realised that I had not actually splashed my E-spirt perfume my sis got me. I thought she was offended by my odour and being scarstic, so I told her, sorry, I kinda forgot to spray my usual scent today. She laughed so loudly that eveyone turned and looked at us. The she said, "Oh no no, you have this refreshing smell near your shoulders. Did you use anything?" So I followed her finger to my shoulders and took a sniff, true enough it was the Nivea deodrant. Told her the product and even where to get it from. From what I remember she was having Issey Miaki on her. I've never liked that scent. Found it too...well..overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yeah, you can find Nivea at gurdian or watsons. Once you try it, you'll know what I mean. Oh and it acts as a whitening agent to your underarms. Sorry to be really unflattering, but I'm sure many of us shave and because of that, it just becomes dark, so this one actually lightens making it better and natural. So your underarms won't look so unsightly when you lift up your hands and expose beneath ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, thats all for now, oh gosh another almost half an hour more at work to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-9019036641888021637?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/9019036641888021637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/9019036641888021637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/ghost-town.html' title='Ghost Town'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-3379679989827925820</id><published>2007-08-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:46:08.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day at work</title><content type='html'>Whao... I'm simply loving it at the moment on my 3rd day of work. I can't fully assure I'm on honeymoon at the moment, but I can safely say, it's a total cultur shock movin from a law firm to my new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first best thing is that I can wear anything to work! Hello Jeans &amp; T-shirts!!! Wow, I've never worn so extremely casually to work. So bloody comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second best thing are my colleagues. They are totally fabulous! Jokers and people that really don't judge you for your background, but simply down-to-earth people. It's this kind of a nature that makes the working environment great to work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third best thing is that, here when given a job to do, no one cares how you do it as long as it's done within that period. No dragons breathing down your neck or SOPs to follow!!! There's so much to learn and no one turns their back to say no when you wanna learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its an MNC, but a totally different working style. Here they believe in team work and how to better the environment than to force upon certain rules and regulations. Once again I thank my uncle for recommending me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't be just talking about the pros..... one setback would be the journey. Sigh, I gotta leave my place at 645am to be able to reach my office by 815am. I start at 830 and end at 530. It's a 5 day week. I gotta take a feeder from my place to the mrt, then another feeder to my work place. But I guess it's woth it, as for once, I'm highly enthusiatic to arrive at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cool thing is that this place doesn't have much of eating outlets but there's this free lunch hour shuttle that brings us to various foodcourts on each day. For each day, it's a different foodcourt! How cool is that?! Today however, some of my colleagues drove out to a different place to eat. Lottsa eatries just outside this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've started becoming more money conscious. I can't explain the sudden change, but somehow, as I was at home, I realised, apart from not working and enjoying the bare necessities of life, in order for me to start a family or any other plans, I gotta be totally settled and comfortable in life, or else, I for sure know I'd be struggling. So concurrently whilst settling my goals, I gotta earn the extra bucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a different topic, I went for my uncle's birthday yesterday. It was really quite interesting because it was the first time my grandparents were actually setting foot in his house! So, as usual we took alot of photos. I'll be blogging that up in the next post. Till then take care and advance national day greetings to all. Wow, I just realised my fourth day of work I'm getting a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-3379679989827925820?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3379679989827925820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/3379679989827925820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/3rd-day-at-work.html' title='3rd Day at work'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-2121552645945722533</id><published>2007-08-05T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:26:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Helloooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know! I haven't blogged properly in months.Okay, I'm gonna start blogging more then. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the thing. Always remember never to work in a small indian firm. I know I'm being racist, but hey, its the truth and I think everyone who has had a part of that working experience will know it. Well, I've had enough a share of my experiences. I failed to realise that once bitten twice shy is in evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to quit the firm and was well, jobless awhile. About a month I think. That's when I realised that not working was such a great thing. No stress, more time with family, more time for myself! Wow, it was extraordinary, but then again, reality always kicks in and I then realise, I've got commitments to meet...blah blah blah....so, here I am now already landed in a job. Thanks would go to my uncle for helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a fine job, but this time, I've told myself not to play punk and be dead serious about it!! Somehow I can't lose the "characteristics of my zodiac creature" in me. Trying my very best too. I'm also so darn happy I've got my own place as well. It's really God's blessings that we did not have to spend so much on the house cos, it's already designer-decored, HDB Executive, the layout is simply fab, the ex-owners are leaving behind most of their imported furnitue, so what else can I actually ask for..simply heavenly. I really can't wait to move in but we're taking it slow. Its better to be setted properly and move into a place where you know you can call it a home and relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many goals too I want to actually try to complete by next year march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MY ADV DIP&lt;br /&gt;2. License&lt;br /&gt;3. House Reno&lt;br /&gt;4. Hitting the 50k mark&lt;br /&gt;5. Losing another 5kg&lt;br /&gt;6. Market a friend's products to reach at least 120k in a yr.&lt;br /&gt;7. Become a free lance events organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, quite a mouthful huh, but I think it should be fine. Hoping to achieve them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, finished reading HARRY POTTER! Don't look at me that way, I'm not really a fan, I just somehow liked the concept of how a child's story can turn into quite a dark interesting tale. Now, the best part is I can't wait for the movies to see how they've done it up. For those who have read the book, many will be disappointed with the way the movies churned out, but to those who have not read the book, it's the movies that actually give them a hint of how HARRY looks like and what are the things he faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie I've caught was transformers! For those who had missed it, you guys ARE TOTALLY HOPLESS!!!! It was the best ever! TOTALLY NOSTALGIC FOR ME! I still remember how I used to play with their toys with my cousins. I loved BUMBLEBEE. He's so darn cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocked up is a hopeless comedy, but pls, only 18 &amp; above should actually watch it.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for movies. I'm so digging my new laptop! But this time I'm buying the proper anti-virus software. Got my new phone to!! Hahaha....yes yes...I'm a phone freak if you guys still don't already know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm just waiting for my father in law to finish cooking lunch - NAAN &amp; MUTTON CURRY!! I love marriage life! Who ever said it was terrible living with your  in-laws? It's actually quite fun!!! I'm being pampered all over again! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, new job's in jurong. Wow! Its a familiar place. This time I'm gonna have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-2121552645945722533?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/2121552645945722533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/2121552645945722533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-5451126191637727947</id><published>2007-06-22T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:55:24.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil</title><content type='html'>Oh Oh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, check this out. I did this quiz outta fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 76% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo....Bewaaaarrrre of Me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Retro Bikini!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/retro-bikini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a bikini that's flirty and feminine, not flashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look sweet and sexy - a rarity on the beach these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bikini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Creative Cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodcookquiz/creative-cook.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cooking is unusual, inspired, and definitely one of a kind. People love your unique style, but you've had your share of kitchen flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the makings of a cult chef. You may not cook at the Four Seasons, but you could have your own little funky cafe in San Francisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodcookquiz/"&gt;Are You A Good Cook?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 20% Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't shy at all, in fact, you're probably quite outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are comfortable in almost any social situation, no matter how difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are In a Good Mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/good.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you're feeling pretty together and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not everything is going you're way, you're keeping things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like things are looking up for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Mood Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Stress Level is: 53%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat prone to stress, especially when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are good, you resist stressing over little problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when things are difficult, you tend to freak out and find it hard to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Own a Beagle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdogshouldyouhavequiz/beagle.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low maintenance, very friendly, and sturdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdogshouldyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Dog Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 44% Girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little girly, a little boyish, and probably a whole lot indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique style, and it pretty much defies gender lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 24% Jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howjealousareyouquiz/jealous-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're occasionally jealous, but you wouldn't be human if you weren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep your jealousy under control. You accept it, deal with it, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, most people would be surprised to know that there's a jealous bone in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulate yourself for keeping your emotional impulses under control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howjealousareyouquiz/"&gt;How Jealous Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Orange Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/orange-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent desire and enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sexy yet familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: happens instantly - it's a fast ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Is a Capricorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/capricorn.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Capricorn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard working and driven, a Capricorn will work overtime to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to get wined and dined, even once you're convince that your Capricorn is the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Capricorn will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't rush things. You know it will take a while for a Capricorn to trust you, and you can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social and outgoing, you can introduce normally shy Capricorn to a great circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-5451126191637727947?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5451126191637727947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5451126191637727947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/06/evil.html' title='evil'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-5486113692213706492</id><published>2007-05-16T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:26:35.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overaged Boys not working</title><content type='html'>Good evening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite depressing to know that my much earlier post has not made an impact. It's become more prominent and out in the open that such a behaviour is not accepted. Just think about the ones who love you. I love you! There are so many who love you and care alot about you. Why did you have to do such a thing? Have you no sense at all? Has the other person start treating you so badly that you have to still continue your journey on a track that has already ended it's last stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to meet you and drill some senses into that emotional, airy, muddled head of yours. But I am married now and have other commitments than to think of this, but it just leaves a bad taste in the mouth every time it is brought up in some way. If it was still the old me, I would have jumped in to do the necessary and break this whole thing, but I've adopted Nishan's thinking and belief that the person should get burnt and then think twice about wanting to be bitten again. I think it's high time you took responsibility for yourself. Attaching yourself to someone doing much better and even thinking that you will get the same love back is not going to help you in any way! No point acting remorseful or being regretful about something that you have done long ago. I wasn't an imbecile to see it coming. You were plain obvious. Please drop the chronic thinking of having the best of both worlds, or rather, now its trying to detach from one world and trying to enter into the other. Its not going to work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously shocked to hear all those things you said. I understand in one aspect, you are affected soundly by the other party, but that doesn't mean you find an alternative. What is even heartbreaking is to think that in the midst of your own selfishness, you never did think about your younger one and the example you might be setting. Having everything material in life is not enough, you got to have the moral values to respect yourself first, before even jumping into a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, whatever I pen here is going to deaf ears. You have always been the person who makes your own choices and conclusions. Then again, you'll come running back to us for comfort. Hoping we can kill the time with you for you to forget certain things. I don't get it. It's unethical. I don't know if the rest of them thought the same way, in fact I know they were very supportive of you before when we were always together, but now, I think it's time for you to rectify the path of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I was in a thinking mood, and got reminded of a long, unforgettable group interraction I had, and just had to pen down my thoughts. I know those who see this, will remember the incidental night and will agree with me at least 50%. Sanu, I'm sure you and I are on the same opinion-based platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-5486113692213706492?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5486113692213706492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5486113692213706492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/05/overaged-boys-not-working.html' title='Overaged Boys not working'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-7104364735649761787</id><published>2007-04-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:08:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To Me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my birthday was 3 days back. Seriously, this has been the best birthday in my life! It's true when you don't expect anything and things just happen to you in a really good way. All I can say is I love you, from before and even more now...I'm sorry if in some knowing or unknowing way I didn't understand you and your deepened love. You're really wonderful! I know how much you love me and I've never denied that. Things sometimes just happens and we end up sometimes being away from each other with our separate lives, but we always find a way to get back all over again and cherish the moments we lost. My birthday was one of them. I loved it. I really loved it. You just took my breath away. I had missed those times I had spent with you. I missed eating at a normal outlet with you and to re-live it was wonderful. Thank you for taking the day off even though you knew you can't at your job at this stage. It meant so much to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love you ever so so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen in movies how a gift is given by the guy to the girl, and for me, it actually happened!! I almost teared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was one of the lucky girls acting in a movie and receiving the gift. Haha! I'm not gonna tell you guys what it is and who it is from. Those who know, keep it to yourselves okay?! ;) But by far, it is the best gift. Darling, it's not the gift that had mattered. It was more of how you felt for me and what you had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I wanna thank everyone who wished me on that day, those who existed in my past, and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been going okay for me. Nothing much to complain about. The thrills and spices are getting more exciting in my life. I'm starting a new phase people. Starting from next week. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-7104364735649761787?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7104364735649761787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7104364735649761787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-502013061653943525</id><published>2007-03-22T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:57:30.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach for the Stars</title><content type='html'>OMG,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really just don't get it do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know you can't get something then why even try for it? Well, we could always debate over the fact that if we try real hard, we'll be able to get it for sure...if there's a will there's a way...blah blah blah, but hello, if it's still staring at you with an NO ENTRY sign,then why even bother trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when people have advised and discouraged you, you still want to pursue and end up being disappointed. You have to understand you cannot have the best of both worlds. The person up there has given each and every individual what they deserve, so why not just accept it and carry on with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you've suddenly seen it after so long and realised that you've missed it and it's better having that thing than what you're going through, doesn't mean that you will surely get it. Sure you've tried a numerous ways to get it and of course failed at every try, doesn't mean this time around you'll be successful. Enjoy and cherish the things around you than asking for something you'll never ever get. So please don't waste your time. On top of that, don't even try other methods to psycho the thing back to you. It's not going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being all silly and sentimental all over again. People move on, and they don't move on stupidly, so please think before jumping onto any new ideas. Secretly doing things behind your loved ones' back and lying to them isn't going to improve anything either. You've got a new life now so stop being adamant and emotional and start to pick yourself up and do the right thing because the thing you are yearning for is never going to be yours ever and don't let the past memories overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-502013061653943525?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/502013061653943525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/502013061653943525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/03/reach-for-stars.html' title='Reach for the Stars'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-5281902688271453911</id><published>2007-03-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:35:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Views</title><content type='html'>Good evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people view many things differently. Some see it positively and some well, extremely negatively. In my experiences I have been seeing both sides quite frequently. Being an optimist pays to look at things on a greener patch, and pyschologically, you would feel a whole lot better and cheerful, no matter what storm comes along. But being negative moulds you for the worst, but unrealisingly you also tend to absorb this self-rejected, low moraled sort of aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, does the term "Don't judge the book by its cover" really exist? It does in many cases, but then again the arguement would be that the exterior is the vital point for a decision to be made. Say for example, if we want a certain home interior design contractor, do we go through the company's statics and business summary or do we just look at the works the company had done and then choose the contractor? There are some imbeciles who live on this methaphor as their bread and butter. There are just some people who just live on wanting to know how others live on the insides instead of looking at them on a surficial level apart from themselves. Whether their lives are a living hell, or one which they can't live in, they are just too occupied to know how the others live, and on top of that, make their own conclusions and form their own judgements. Just because your life may not be all that rosy and sweet, doesn't mean, there aren't any others who don't live rosy and sweet lives. There are so many families who know how to maintain a proper family relationship and keep their lives happy, instead of any regrets. In my case, I do not have any regrets on the life I had lived before. It is because of my past that I have found the bliss that I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful parents whom I have come to appreciate so much now and a wonderful husband whom I am growing to love more and more. We each have our own lives to live, so let us live it. It is quite disturbing to know that there are many others who are so jealous and would just like to see the other person's downfall. Be happy in the life you are in and not condemn, or be nosy in another's affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realise, that when given an opportunity for someone to use you, they make totally full use of you and in the end you become the idiot. Alot of scenarios have been discovered where the stronger makes use of the weaker on purpose thinking the weaker's dumb and do not know the entire reel! Hello!! People aren't that dumb. There's this saying which I have adopted quite well. "Be smart! Act dumb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take very long for the unfortunates to be revealed of their devious acts. I always believe there's a god up there, and he's given each and everyone what they duly deserve. Be it for good and bad. Going through life, I have realised that there are many character roles I have adorned and yet to adorn. I believe, my life will be nurturing more as I drive along my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I penned all these down as I was checking out a blog site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-5281902688271453911?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5281902688271453911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/5281902688271453911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/03/different-views.html' title='Different Views'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-4607140301733712064</id><published>2007-02-23T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:43:07.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KLK</title><content type='html'>Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading one of my favorite blogster sites and came across this. For a good laugh, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLK Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited from one of those chain e-mails that take turns to appear in your inbox and then your junk mail and then your inbox and then one fine day infecting you with a virus of the same namesake. This is the localized Yindian version, and is a good guide to whenever you need to "release stress". And we don't mean the massage parlour way.When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know. Rather, take it out on someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man answered, saying "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I politely said, "This is Ravi. Could I please speak with Latha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right fucking number!" and he hung up on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.When I tracked down Latha's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "you're an asshole!" and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.When caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole calling" would have to stop.So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Tan from Singtel. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was at the NTUC , getting ready to pull into a parking spot. You know how the waiting game goes. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole [I had his number on speed dial] I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?""Yes, it is", he said."Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked."Yes, I live at 34 Hillview Drive, just off the Dairy Farm exit. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.""What's your name?" I asked."My name is Muthu," he said."When's a good time to catch you, Muthu?""I'm home every evening after five.""Listen, Muthu, can I tell you something?""Yes?""Muthu, you're an asshole!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.Then I came up with an idea.I called asshole #1."Hello.""You're an asshole!" [But I didn't hang up.]"Are you still there?" he asked."Yeah," I said."Stop calling me," he screamed."Make me," I said."Who are you?" he asked."My name is Muthu.""Yeah? Where do you live?""Asshole, I live at 34 Hillview Drive, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."He said, "I'm coming over right now, Muthu. And you had better start saying your prayers."I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up. Then I called asshole #2."Hello?" he said."Hello, asshole," I said.He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...""You'll what?" I said."I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Hillview Drive, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover and after that I'm gonna kill myself.Then I called Channel News Asia about the drunk parang wielding jilted gay Yindian who caught his partner &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cottaging"&gt;cottaging&lt;/a&gt; in a Little India public toilet on a Sunday heading down to Hillview Drive. I quickly got into my car and headed over to Hillview. I also called The New Paper knowing my Samsung phone was all but there for the taking.I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, a news crew and half the area's residents. And now I have a free phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute to this guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-4607140301733712064?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4607140301733712064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/4607140301733712064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/02/klk.html' title='KLK'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-7442928616544627173</id><published>2007-02-22T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:48:31.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Whoa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's come to a stage where I realised that Singapore is so darn small. Haha! You seriously will bump into lottsa people, PAST &amp; PRESENT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday that happened to me... So absolutely weird... But hey, the first thing I felt was being proud of the position I am in. Let alms be considered alms. I just like to pity some people. Yeah like to act a saint sometimes..Haha! Sometimes in life, we would really appreciate the goodness we are engulfed in only when you realise that there's a worst off life somewhere else and the sad part is we see people living it. I realised it, and at the same time, pity those caught in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressions are easily seen on the faces to judge the condition of the person and some literally on their faces itself. Well, too bad, choices were made and it's upto the relevant parties to either make or break their concurrent lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all I can pen for now... Next will be about the trip we guys took. It was so freaking fantasticly natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-7442928616544627173?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7442928616544627173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7442928616544627173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-7284254845985548101</id><published>2007-02-14T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:22:03.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2007</title><content type='html'>People People...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my best Valentine's Day ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so absolutely long since I've felt this happy and overjoyed with so much of love being showered over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather show it than express how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was given to me by My Husband! An extremely pleasant surprise. It was delivered right to my office doorstep... Oh yeah, and I've also got what I did for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Valdayblueroses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite color of roses...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;!!! So darn beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Valdaybluerosescard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The outside of the Card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Valdaybluerosescardinside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;These were the words inside the card.... Dee I love you so very very much!!! Muacks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/8956edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is what I gave my Hubby...An A1 Size Picture with a poem framed up... A poem I wrote just for him...and DEE, I mean each and every word I say there to you...Loving you always till eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-7284254845985548101?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7284254845985548101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/7284254845985548101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-2007.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2007'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-1096036742402099431</id><published>2007-02-08T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:09:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Over Pics</title><content type='html'>Hello All..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Promised Make-over Photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Makeover.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - 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Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/8931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/8930.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/8928.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-1096036742402099431?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/1096036742402099431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/1096036742402099431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-over-pics.html' title='Make Over Pics'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-914511451281790397</id><published>2007-02-06T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:09:47.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>Hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been forgotten? Yeah been like ages since I blogged! Well, you got to pardon me because I'm like enjoying married life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got really great in laws and a great brother-in-law. OF COURSE I'VE GOT A TERRIFIC HUSBAND AS WELL (he's reading this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the lack of my blogging. Well nothing much happened except for the fact that 2 weeks in a row I went clubbing after functions. You're right! Sheesh! Too much enjoyment, but hey I'm young and newly married somemore! Why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my wedding pics are yet to be up. Most of you guys are awaiting the dinner pics I'm sure. Coming soon guys! I just got to resize the pixels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'll give you guys a preview of the morning wedding photos... View on... Pass your comments too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/b208scd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This was my BANGLE CERMONY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/a52bscd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/3a8cscd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/17f4scd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/8fcbscd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/7e87scd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/9836scd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/chechiannamarried.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this was just the preview... I'll load the rest soon...Oh Yeah! And watch out for my makeover photos as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-914511451281790397?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/914511451281790397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/914511451281790397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2007/02/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-116710183516676613</id><published>2006-12-26T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:00:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All events</title><content type='html'>Guess who's Back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, been a super long break. I just realised I've not blogged for more than a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was enjoying wedding bliss guys, so don't blame me and plus alot of events in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me start with the main event : My Wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be blunt and straight, I never thought I would ever settle down and get married. Seriously. It's to me, a shower of thanksgiving to The One up there. Did my morning wedding in Krishnan Temple. My husband (wow, I get to call him that already) was so handsomely dressed(so what if I'm bias?! He was terrific!). Everyone looked so pure and divine that morning. I almost teared alittle, when he hooked the "Thaali" unto me. After that I realised, that I wasn't so bad, my parents and my sister had also teared. Tears of joy I hope....hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the evening reception at Yishun Safra Country Club. The amount of preparation taken for the past three months ended so happily that night. My hubby and I came in 4 different outfits. Firstly, a cream coloured sari with various colours of gemstones on it. This sari was from the boy's side. My huband wore a same coloured Kurta. When we entered, the surrounding was really magical. We both felt it. As we walked in the amount of cheers and whistles were never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second outfit was one of my favourites. I wore a bright Goldish-yellow Sari tied in a Thai way with a Tiara. He wore the same kurta, this time with his shawl, but really made a difference. Alot of people liked this outfit. He looked really smashing with his goatee and confidence. Many gave so many compliments on the way he looked. We cut our 2-tier cake in this outfit. Another astonishing thing took place. I of all people, became numb when I was given the mike to answer questions by the Emcee in front of 570 people. I seriously had no idea why. I do not have stage fright and have hosted many programmes myself in front of lots of people. I guess when it comes to your big day, THINGS CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third outfit was more classy. I wore a maroon gown and he a black suit with a maroon shirt and a gold scarf within. Alot of people liked this combo as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last outfit was the best of the lot! The White Combo. I had this outfit sewn from scratch. I drew out my own design and had it custom made. So did my hubby. He sewd a white dinner jacket. Our combination was a real blast. As we walked down the isle, numerous flashes of lights, cheers, happy vibes just filled the entire ballroom. Trust me. Both of us really felt the magical moment. With this we poured out the champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the dance floor and from there, the rest took it away. It was a truly beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here after we headed for our honeymoon. Can't say too much, but bottomline is KRABI ROCKS! I went snorkelling in the middle of the Andaman Sea!!! How cool can that get?!! Here are the pics. There are about 100 pics. 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Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/10112006271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful place isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I did not put up my wedding photos yet. Will upload them soon, plus the other events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-116710183516676613?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116710183516676613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116710183516676613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-events.html' title='All events'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-116219488451993452</id><published>2006-10-30T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:54:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding's comin</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days more to the main event. I just realised it's sinking in. All I know that I'm looking forward to a beautiful life with my hubby. It feels so perfect. I guess most brides feel that way when their big day comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's gonna be alot of unhappy admirers. Sorry guys, I've been taken by the best...and the only...Huggs &amp; Kisses to my one &amp; only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post after wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-116219488451993452?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116219488451993452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116219488451993452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/10/weddings-comin.html' title='wedding&apos;s comin'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-116176842146369643</id><published>2006-10-25T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:27:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's bday</title><content type='html'>Whoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my negativity from my last post is lingering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks, I'm surely in better spirits now. Just the wedding blues only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali came and went. There wasn't much hype about it because my wedding preparations were also concurrently on. All I knew that I was eating meat for at least a week. My insides must be freaking heaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhu... it was my Dad's birthday yesterday and my family and I had a small cake-cutting at 12am for him. Below are the photos. Gosh, this must be the first time I'm publizing myself in a house-dress! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/24102006127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/24102006128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/24102006129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/24102006130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/24102006131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanu had come over to stay the Night! So she also ended up feeling the huggy bear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/24102006132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after that Sanu &amp; I drifted off to sleep around 2 plus. Woke up next morning, dismentaled the bed and the boys came over and took the bed to my Hubby's place. Gosh!!! I sooooo miss my bed right now. BUT WE'LL BE UNITED AFTER THE 10TH NOV. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arranging the bridal room, my hubby and I changed and went over to our friend Farah's place at woodlands for Hari Raya. Had a heavy meal there as well. Finally came home at 1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like less events but the day was tiring! Wish I had taken leave till wedding's over...Sighh.. Anyways till the next post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-116176842146369643?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116176842146369643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116176842146369643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/10/dads-bday.html' title='Dad&apos;s bday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-116053733238287707</id><published>2006-10-11T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:28:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up</title><content type='html'>The more I think of it, the more irritated and upset I get. Why is it when I try to help and try to prevent things from happening ina worst off way that person just doesn't listen. All my life I've been protecting you and still when it comes to something that you want, you just do not heed any advice but just move on with deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I realise that I should not get involved but just let the person get burnt and then learn, but my stupid emotions and sentimental affection always brushes my practical appraches aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to learn from mistakes? Why is it that you never learn and still want to do the same mistake?! It's really upsetting to know. On top of that it's upsetting to know its effect and consequences upon others. Bottomline is I don't want to see you ending up hurt, but if you still want it that way what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough stress already with alot of things. I already feel unappreciated for the many things I do, but that is too bad for me. Why is it that you still need to add on to the phase I'm already in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked numerous times to you, but I just feel that I'm going to stop. I can't continue like this forever. Its draining me. If you can help me, please help. If you can't then please don't do anything! If you wanna get hurt, go ahead. I think I've protected you enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted so much of my energy covering up for you. If you think you already made up your mind in wanting to do whatever, go ahead, but all I can tell you is, I don't know who there is to help pick you up when you fall, because I won't gurantee I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting out of control. Why should I be blamed for the opinion I give? If thats the case don't ask me for an opinion. You want to do things behind my back go ahead!! Seriously there's nothing for me to stop or interfere in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-116053733238287707?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116053733238287707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/116053733238287707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/10/messed-up.html' title='Messed Up'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115741930407290373</id><published>2006-09-05T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:21:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Onam</title><content type='html'>Happy Onam to All Celebrating this Joyous Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a Malayalee festival, just like the other indian festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some info on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Onam is the biggest and the most important festival of the state of Kerala. It is a harvest festival and is celebrated with joy and enthusiasm all over the state by people of all communities. According to a popular legend, the festival is celebrated to welcome King Mahabali, whose spirit is said to visit Kerala at the time of Onam. Onam is celebrated in the beginning of the month of Chingam, the first month of Malayalam Calendar (Kollavarsham). This corresponds with the month of August-September according to Gregorian Calendar. Carnival of Onam lasts from four to ten days. First day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onamfestival.org/atham.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Atham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; and tenth day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onamfestival.org/thiruvonams.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thiruonam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; are most important of all. Popularity and presentation of rich culture of the state during the carnival made Onam the National Festival of Kerala in 1961. Elaborate feasts, folk songs, elegant dances, energetic games, elephants, boats and flowers all are a part of the dynamic festival called Onam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The dayof Onam is decided in accordance with the legend of King Mahabali in whose honor Onam is celebrated. People believe that it was this particular day in the month of Chingam when Lord Vishnu took his fifth avatar as Vaamana, appeared in the kingdom of King Mahabali and sent him to nether world. People believe that it is on the last day, Tiruonam that the spirit of King Maveli visits Kerala, hence the day is marked by feast and festivities. Devotees of Maveli celebrate the golden era witnessed in Maveli's reign during Onam. To welcome their revered ruler, people lay flower mats (Pookalam) in the front courtyard, prepare a grand meal (Onasadya), dance, play and make merry. All this is done to impress upon King Mahabali that his people are prosperous and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever the myth says, it's a great festival cos you get toms of money, real good veg and no-veg food, plus everyone gathers together. This is the sort of thing that we do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/onam.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/onam2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who want to try out our Onam Dishes, here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onamfestival.org/onam-recipes.html"&gt;http://www.onamfestival.org/onam-recipes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you'll not regret the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Onam that I am unable to take leave. Will have to rush to my aunt's place after work and then to my grans. Sigh, I hate to rush. Oh well, beggers can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115741930407290373?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115741930407290373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115741930407290373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-onam.html' title='Happy Onam'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115708584602475722</id><published>2006-09-01T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:53:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Fine</title><content type='html'>Dad's Fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's said dad's fine, thank god for that. He's back home resting. On mc until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm so happy. I have actually lost 3 kg. Got more to lose. Need to look, real good and sexy on my big day. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now onto more general topics. I was reading Her World, and it related alot on people and how they react to things. By the way, this Her World is centuries old, I was reading it whilst waiting for my turn to buy something. Miscommunication seems to be everywhere. Messages are neither coded properly nor sent over with clarity. I guess thats how quarrels start. One party just simply doesn't understand another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna talk about an example. I know this person all my life and the only problem the person &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;used to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was being unable to communicate and deliver the message without any intrudes. Quarrels were an everyday dosage. Somehow this person used to interpret the wrong signals and try to deny and justify. This can be a serious problem. It is considered a flaw. Something, where an action need to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to communicate is one thing, but to quarrel relentlessly is another. Not many people actually have the patience, tolerance and perseverance to continue the quarrel. Some just like to remain mum and try not to prolong it or worsen it knowing that the situation won't change. I'm one of them. I always remain mum. Its a damn bad habit, but I think I was worst off before. So anyways, like I said, not many people like to quarrel. So this is what I mean when a person's got difficulty communicating and absorbing the wrong signals, thats how the quarrels arise. Only one solution. Go see a doctor. It works. But, of course if it's done on purpose to irritate the other party then the person deserves a slap. A good tight slap. If that doesn't work, totally ignore the person. In my case, the person had seeked help from a doctor and is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and another thing, Happy Teacher's Day to All the teachers out there. 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Oh, this is the story. Dad was feeling one kind on Tuesday and thought he go see the doc at A &amp; E at NUH. Apparently the doc there felt he should stay the night and be monitored with tests. He was discharged the next day. However, the doc had referred him to a cardio specialist. So when my dad went to see this specialist yesterday, the specialist's given an appointment for my dad to do an angiogram(scanning of the heart for blockages)the next day, which is today. So that explains my lousy feeling of not being there at the hospital. I just hope everything goes on well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lets put the seriousness one side, because nothing can be done at the moment. I had alot of work to do yesterday. Being in charge of publicity can be fun, but sometimes, there's a whole load of shit that comes along with it. So came home around 915 pm. Talked alittle to my mum about my dad and then the nonsense started. My sis wanted to try different hairstyles on me. Check out my hair make overs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haha.. to start with, the Bold Bald Look! Gosh, I look so irritating..Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Messy, Seductive Look...supposedly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon(Anitha behind) Look..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Some stupid side falling hairstyle! What was it again Anitha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anitha's Side Scorpion Hairdo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Glam, The Poise, The Confident Look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Finally, The Hump! Hehe..The trait in our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/30082006080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. These were what we were upto. I just received a call from my colleague. She's on MC! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrrrgggghhh....there goes my chance in wanting to take some time off to see my dad.&lt;/span&gt; Now I gotta be here totally. Well, thank god the invention of handphones created some relief! Will just update myself with my mum who's there at the hospital. Got this much to pen for now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys, weekend's coming up, so freak out and have fun! Remember, we're always young. Don't restrict yourself because of others. So just go do whatever you have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this video! Move it Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=moveitmoveit.flv"&gt;http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/?action=view&amp;current=moveitmoveit.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115698748935927467?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115698748935927467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115698748935927467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/08/hairstyles.html' title='Hairstyles'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115691262860992131</id><published>2006-08-30T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:37:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>Afternoon people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. You know in friendster right, you get many forwarded messages asking questions about the person, blah blah blah. Out of boredom, I sent out one of the forwarded messages to some of my friendster people. Check out the responses I received. One from my niece, Sindhu, and the other from my own sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, From Sindhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2983979"&gt;-SiNdHu-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2983979"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;localDateTimewithTimezone("8/29/2006 7:45 AM","timetag1","SG");&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 29 August, 2006 10:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;Re: Boo&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;BE HONEST&lt;br /&gt;1.My name: Tunitha Reku /Mrs Pillai&lt;br /&gt;2.Where did we meet?: In the hosp where I was born!&lt;br /&gt;3.Take a stab at my middle name: U dont have one&lt;br /&gt;4. How long have u known me?: My whole life&lt;br /&gt;5.How well do u know me?: Pretty well&lt;br /&gt;6.Do I smoke?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;7.Whats my favourite colour?: Im not sure actually. white?&lt;br /&gt;8.When you first saw me what was your first impression?: I cant rem lah i was a baby. Prob wondering who is this playing with me haha&lt;br /&gt;9.My age?: 26&lt;br /&gt;10.Mi birthday?: 26th april&lt;br /&gt;11.Color Hair?: brownish&lt;br /&gt;12.Color eyes?: brown&lt;br /&gt;13.Have u ever had a crush on me?: noo&lt;br /&gt;14.Have u ever been jealous of me?: maybe i cant remember. haha. but nth major of cos. like how i luv ur hair. haha&lt;br /&gt;15.Whats 1 of my fav things 2 do indoors?: play with baby, go online, watch tv, read.&lt;br /&gt;16.Do u remember the first things I said to u when we first met?: no clue!&lt;br /&gt;17.Whats my fav type of music?: lots of kinds..rnb, disco, hip hop, tamil, hindi&lt;br /&gt;18.Whats 1 of my fav things 2 do outdoors?: club! Haha. and just hang out. with us, with nishan. 19.Am I shy or outgoing?: outgoing but u can b shy when u want to [rarely]&lt;br /&gt;20.Would you say Im funny HAHA or funny (sarcastic)?: funny haha&lt;br /&gt;21.Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?: rebelll..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;22.Would you consider me a friend?: of cos!&lt;br /&gt;23.Would you call me, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, snobby, or something else?: glam 24.Have you ever seen me cry?: yep =(&lt;br /&gt;25.If there were 1 good nickname for me, what would it be?: sushmita! Haha. maddo/gippy etc etc&lt;br /&gt;26.Are my parents still together?: yep of cos&lt;br /&gt; 27.Do I have a nice butt?: yeeeep haha&lt;br /&gt;28.If I had broccoli stuck on my teeth, would you tell me?: duh&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you love me?: yessssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I.....&lt;br /&gt;30.Quiet or loud?: loud!&lt;br /&gt;31.Short or Tall: normal&lt;br /&gt;32.Weird or original: very original definitely&lt;br /&gt;33.Smart or stupid?: smart!&lt;br /&gt;34.Boring or Fun?: fun!&lt;br /&gt;35.Attractive or Unattractive?: very attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U THINK I'M...&lt;br /&gt;36.A psycho?: sumtimes hahaha&lt;br /&gt;37.Athlethic?: not really lah&lt;br /&gt;38.A nerd?: nope&lt;br /&gt;39.Ghetto?: nah&lt;br /&gt;40.A *itch?: u can be when u want to. i mean its a trait gals gotta have wat. haha&lt;br /&gt;41.Two-faced?: nope&lt;br /&gt;42.Obnoxious?: nah&lt;br /&gt;43.Immature?: nooo&lt;br /&gt;44.Mature?: yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;45.&lt;br /&gt;A) Do you think Ill get married?: u ARE married!&lt;br /&gt;B) If you do Who do you think Ill marry?: Our atta! hahaha. Nishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Who is my best friend?: Shanti? n all of us&lt;br /&gt;47.What song(if any)reminds you of me?: those songs all tt u usually sing&lt;br /&gt;48.Do I remind you of any characters on TV?: sushmita! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;49.If u could rename me, what would it be?: nah ur name suits u fine&lt;br /&gt;50.Have you ever had a dream about me?: i think sure got one lah&lt;br /&gt;51.A feature that you like about me?: ur lovable, fun, caring, sweet and many many more. just love ya!&lt;br /&gt;52.If you could give me anything, what would it be?: just ask =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is rather obvious, but 4 this next section, some of these u only answer if u're NOT the same gender as the sender!&lt;br /&gt;53.Am I physically ugly, average, decent, good- looking, beautiful, hot?: beautiful &amp; hot 54.Would you ever kiss me?: i have!&lt;br /&gt;55.Would you ever consider being my boy/girlfriend?: if i was a guy then ya haha&lt;br /&gt;56.Do you ever think about me off-line?: duh&lt;br /&gt;57.If we spent a day together..where would we go and what would we do?: eat, gossip &amp;amp; bitch, take pics, club at gotham.&lt;br /&gt;58.If you could describe me in one word, what would it be?:&lt;br /&gt;59.Do you or have you ever had a crush on me?: nahh&lt;br /&gt;60.Do you want me?: hehe noo la not&lt;br /&gt;61.What word do I say all the time?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally...&lt;br /&gt;62.Is there anything you would like to say to me?:&gt;i luv u! [no more space]&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2983979"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is from my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3654735"&gt;- aNitHa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3654735"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;localDateTimewithTimezone("8/29/2006 8:58 PM","timetag1","SG");&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 30 August, 2006 11:58 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;Re: Boo&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE HONEST&lt;br /&gt;1.My name: Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;2.Where did we meet?: KK Hospital when i was born&lt;br /&gt;3.Take a stab at my middle name: You have a middle name?&lt;br /&gt;4. How long have u known me?: 21 years..&lt;br /&gt;5.How well do u know me?: Well enough..whats there more to noe?&lt;br /&gt;6.Do I smoke?: Do you?&lt;br /&gt;7.Whats my favourite colour?: Black...Pastel colors..&lt;br /&gt;8.When you first saw me what was your firstimpression?: How the heck can i remember? tat was like 2 decades back?&lt;br /&gt;9.My age?: 26 (kelavi)&lt;br /&gt;10.Mi birthday?: 26 April 80&lt;br /&gt;11.Color Hair?:Dark Dark Dark Dark Brown..&lt;br /&gt;12.Color eyes?: Dark Dark Dark Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;13.Have u ever had a crush on me?: Sorry aint a lesbo..&lt;br /&gt;14.Have u ever been jealous of me?: Yes..one point of time..forgot abt that issue oledy..&lt;br /&gt;15.Whats 1 of my fav things 2 do indoors?: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you remember the first things I said to uwhen we first met?: No..How the heck would a baby member anythin at that point of time?&lt;br /&gt;17.Whats my fav type of music?: Anything that hits the butt to make it move..&lt;br /&gt;18.Whats 1 of my fav things 2 do outdoors?: Love spending time with the cousins&lt;br /&gt;19.Am I shy or outgoing?: outgoing..shy is never in ur dictionary&lt;br /&gt;20.Would you say Im funny HAHA or funny (sarcastic)?: both..&lt;br /&gt;21.Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?: When did u ever followed rules besides the ROM procedures?&lt;br /&gt;22.Would you consider me a friend?: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;23.Would you call me, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, snobby, or something else?: I will call u an irritating specimen plus the rest specified here..&lt;br /&gt;24.Have you ever seen me cry?: HOW MANY TIMES???&lt;br /&gt;25.If there were 1 good nickname for me, what would it be?: Soy Pluck&lt;br /&gt;26.Are my parents still together?: Yesss&lt;br /&gt;27.Do I have a nice butt?: Yess...&lt;br /&gt;28.If I had broccoli stuck on my teeth, would you tell me?: Yeah..what a lame question&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you love me?: Yesssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I.....&lt;br /&gt;30.Quiet or loud?: LOUD&lt;br /&gt;31.Short or Tall: Kattaichi&lt;br /&gt;32.Weird or original: One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;33.Smart or stupid?: Both..&lt;br /&gt;34.Boring or Fun?: Both..but of the time fun..&lt;br /&gt;35.Attractive or Unattractive?: Attractive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U THINK I'M...&lt;br /&gt;36.A psycho?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;37.Athlethic?: No&lt;br /&gt;38.A nerd?: No&lt;br /&gt;39.Ghetto?: No la...&lt;br /&gt;40.A *itch?: When u are frustrated with someone..BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;41.Two-faced?: No...&lt;br /&gt;42.Obnoxious?: No la..&lt;br /&gt;43.Immature?:No&lt;br /&gt;44.Mature?: Extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;45.&lt;br /&gt;A) Do you think Ill get married?: Erm..like duh!&lt;br /&gt;B) If you do Who do you think Ill marry?: Nishan Pillai s/o Velaitham&lt;br /&gt;46.Who is my best friend?: Shantiiiii akkkaaa&lt;br /&gt;47.What song(if any)reminds you of me?: No Idea..&lt;br /&gt;48.Do I remind you of any characters on TV?: Raven&lt;br /&gt;49.If u could rename me, what would it be?: Monkey&lt;br /&gt;50.Have you ever had a dream about me?: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;51.A feature that you like about me?: Eyes..&lt;br /&gt;52.If you could give me anything, what would it be?: Nuthin,..you've got everything...including sister's love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is rather obvious, but 4 this next section, some of these u only answer if u're NOT the same gender as the sender!&lt;br /&gt;53.Am I physically ugly, average, decent, good- looking, beautiful, hot?: all in a package la.. 54.Would you ever kiss me?:&lt;br /&gt;55.Would you ever consider being my boy/girlfriend?:&lt;br /&gt;56.Do you ever think about me off-line?: yes..sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;57.If we spent a day together..where would wego and what would we do?: IN THE ZOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;58.If you could describe me in one word, whatwould it be?: PLUCK&lt;br /&gt;59.Do you or have you ever had a crush on me?:&lt;br /&gt;60.Do you want me?:&lt;br /&gt;61.What word do I say all the time?: SERI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally...&lt;br /&gt;62.Is there anything you would like to say to me?: You are one of t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the message reached it's maximum characters.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is....well this is me, from what my niece and sis wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115691262860992131?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115691262860992131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115691262860992131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/08/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115552052369890172</id><published>2006-08-14T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:55:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday Already???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I was just having so much fun over the weekend from Friday night till yesterday and back to work already??? Sigh....how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my cousin's 21st Birthday Bash Saturday night. She held it at Downtown East at the ballroom. It was so beautifully done up with champagne balloons. Here's the princess in blue with us around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/IMG_0983edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are my Paternal side. Bunch of Models aren't they?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have done my threading! Heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my two other little ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/12082006034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarvesh Jo Qim (The mischievious smile runs in our family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/12082006033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Krisha (Picture Perfect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/upclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...The Babes In Poise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/duo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;_~@ Me &amp; My Man @~_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the function, my hubby and I went clubbing with his friends. Here are the after clubbing shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...Muni munchkins and me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sri Kanth &amp;amp; Mua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagore &amp; Mua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mua &amp;amp; The Great Congo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My hubby &amp; Da Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nagore &amp;amp; Hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hubby &amp; Pinky Prakash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/13082006050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!The Partners In Crime!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my Saturday activity. Sunday, though I came back at 5:30 am in the morning, I woke up at 10 in the morning, went maketing with Mum, cooked lunch for us and assisted mum in cooking for dinner as well. My friend Shanti &amp;amp; her hubby came over. A get-together-shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/lovelylovelier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little something to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left about close to midnight. Now I know, why I still feel so tired. Lack of beauty sleep. Once work ends at 545pm today I'm gonna try to grab some. Thats it to pen at the moment. More of my life in later episodes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115552052369890172?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115552052369890172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115552052369890172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115528565915361410</id><published>2006-08-11T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:40:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seriously are alot of jealous people out there ah? If someone looks good, appreciate the person's beauty, compliment or just keep quiet! What are comments like "Oh, she's got so many pimples! Oh, she's not that fair as I thought! Oh, I thought she was slim!?" Do you really have to say those comments? In my opinion, it's either envy or pure green jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the purpose for my outburst was because, I was passing by the bookshop to get some necessities and there was this conversation between two girls. They were apparently looking at a girl across them and commenting the exact words above. What the heck? I guess human beings are borne with these characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some who just can't see others living happily and try in their means and methods to undo the happy flow. One question. Why? Whatever for? If you can't lead a happy life, you change, don't expect others to change! If you think there's a fault in you, you do something about it and not wait around and vent it on others. Only when you forgive others will they forgive your faults. To you, everyone thinks you're a bad person, but stop, think, analyse and figure out what brings them to such a conclusion. No point whinning away and pitying yourself. In this world self-pity, feeling sorry for yourself doesn't matter. Take things into your own hands and do something about it. Stop this saying of "I'm suffering in silence and no one knows that!" If you're suffering and not wanting to do anything about it, then too bad for you. Looks like suffering's gonna be your worst enemy! In this case don't complain, because it's of total waste of words and time trying to knock senses into such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through Depression?! Same thing applies! Do something about it!!! See a doctor, take up a sport or change some habits of yours. There's never nothing that doesn't work! Edison tried a thousand ways to light a bulb, but he found out 999 ways how not to light a bulb. Hope you see the point. I know I sound boring to some, but it's irritating to see people who don't help themselves even after so much help is given. I'm so glad my better half shares the same views with me. That's a major consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115528565915361410?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115528565915361410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115528565915361410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/08/jealous.html' title='Jealous'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115500253467039262</id><published>2006-08-08T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:02:14.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekindled</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had conflicts and grudges against someone? Well, for me to hold grudges is quite difficult, because most of the times I forget miserable incidents. To me, if I keep on holding onto these sour incidents, life will never be one to cherish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, I'm bonding with an old friend. We've not talked for awhile and now when we did, I realised fights sometimes are real stupid. We've already known each other for so long, and separating due to unforseen circumstances was quite dumb. I was so grateful that the first move was made by my friend. I realised how lonely and miserable that person was feeling over the years and how much that person had missed me. I was quite honoured to actually hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to rectify that person's problems, but I can at least soothe them. Being in this world, there are many challenges to face, but it all depends on how you handle the situation. I am so glad my friend's come back. It's nice to re-live old times, but those days were thrilling and whenever we hung out. Fun days! Well, now that we're more matured, I guess our relationship's heighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming back into my life dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115500253467039262?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115500253467039262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115500253467039262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/08/rekindled.html' title='Rekindled'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115426613929405820</id><published>2006-07-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:28:59.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in JB</title><content type='html'>Konichiwa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip down to JB on Thursday with my cousin and her friends to check out something for myself. Her friends picked me up from my place, then picked up another friend and finally picked up my cousin after work. We parked the car nex to the Woodlands checkpoint. It was raining terribly heavy. I mean really terrible. We had to buy umbrellas and still went on ahead and walked to the customs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we didn't drive in cos the car was only on rental and so it was quite risky. Made through both the customs and walked down to City Square in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the few shots taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/27072006017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lime Juice not bad la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/27072006016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to go next ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/27072006015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the joke ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/27072006014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, okay, but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115426613929405820?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115426613929405820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115426613929405820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-in-jb.html' title='Day in JB'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115383125745035550</id><published>2006-07-25T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:43:46.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day with Dad</title><content type='html'>Sawadeeka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just came back home after roaming the north and south of Singapore. Left my house at 9am in the morning and followed Dad for his medical appointment. It finished quite quickly and we headed down to Yishun for Dad to run an errand. Apparently the shop had not opened (DUH! It was 945am), so we met up with my aunt for awhile at her school she teaches at. There was still alot of time to waste before the shop opened, SO, we went to the ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, only my dad and myself. It was a damn hot day, but we took it like an exercise and walked to see the animals instead of taking the tram. Here are some of the highlights. I had asked dad to use my phone to take the pics, but er, I guess because of the hot sun, his hand wasn't that steady. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/25072006010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/25072006009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/25072006006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s2.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s2.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so after that, we ran my dad's errand, went to the hospital to visit a relative, headed to Raffles place to run my errand and finally picked up my mum and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....What a day?! Daddy and me... Its a treasurable moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115383125745035550?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115383125745035550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115383125745035550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-with-dad.html' title='Day with Dad'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115349716781796776</id><published>2006-07-21T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:52:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy n Previous</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since I wrote something. Well, I had been pretty busy running a lot of errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's flying off to Australia tomorrow, so went over to her place with my other cousins. Gosh I knew her from a baby. She was special from young, always interested in sports. A very fit and athletic individual. Quiet and reserved but always giving a cheerful smile. Really gonna miss her. Take care sweetheart and you've been a big bundle of joy for the time you've spent here for your holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, lets get back to what I have missed out on. I'll start from the oldest to the recent. Celebrated my aunt's 60th Birthday at a chalet. We cousins, her siblings actually put up a show for her just to relive the good old times. Next came my sister's 21st Birthday. It was more for her to enjoy with her friends than any of us doing anything. She really did enjoy herself. And right after that, we went to our all famous GOTHAM! Seriously, it's nothing like being in Gotham. The atmosphere, the people, the bar and most importantly the drinks and music. My hubby, cousins and aunts really enjoyed themselves. Not forgetting my mum and dad. Both my hubby and dad were actually taking care of us. So sweet of them really. Really appreciate it Dee and Acha!!! Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left GOTHAM at 3:30am and headed down to the newly opened Newton Food Court. We were in a nostalgic mood that none of us knew what we were eating exactly. We headed home only around 6 in the morning and crashed. We were too exhausted of dancing and slept peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those were the major events that took place for this period. Will try to update regularly. Oh another thing, I was reading random blogs and came across a blog that spoke about negativity. That person seemed so depressed in life and the blog stated the person's suppression as well. Blogs are an avenue for people to let out their troubled woes and sorrows. On the bright side, this is a healthy way to relieve the tension and stress built within so that the person does not collapse. So to all bloggers out there, just blog whatever you are feeling, whether good or bad, it helps to ease the burden and gives you a lighter feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115349716781796776?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115349716781796776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115349716781796776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/07/sandy-n-previous.html' title='Sandy n Previous'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-115268277615011182</id><published>2006-07-12T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:39:36.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>Hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've not been updating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just post something for the girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems with GUYS:&lt;br /&gt;If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are IN LOVE withhim;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don't, he says u are PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;If u DRESS Nicely, he says u are trying to LUREhim;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don't , he says u are from VILLAGE.&lt;br /&gt;If u ARGUE with him, he says u are STUBBORN ;&lt;br /&gt;If u keep QUIET, he says u have no BRAINS .&lt;br /&gt;If u are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE;&lt;br /&gt;If he's Smarter than u, he is GREAT .&lt;br /&gt;If u don't L ove him, he tries to POSSESS u;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't make love with him., he says u don't Lovehim;&lt;br /&gt;If u do!! he says u are CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;If u tell him your PROBLEM, he says u areTROUBLESOME;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't, he says that u don't TRUST him.&lt;br /&gt;If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to him;&lt;br /&gt;If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES for u.&lt;br /&gt;If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot beTRUSTED;&lt;br /&gt;If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.&lt;br /&gt;If u SMOKE, u are BAD girl;&lt;br /&gt;If he SMOKES, he is GENTLEMAN.&lt;br /&gt;If u do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK;&lt;br /&gt;If he does WELL, it's BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u HURT him, u are CRUEL;&lt;br /&gt;If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-115268277615011182?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115268277615011182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/115268277615011182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114767817083059190</id><published>2006-05-15T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:29:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ROM</title><content type='html'>I'm legally married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/ROM3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114767817083059190?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114767817083059190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114767817083059190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-rom.html' title='My ROM'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114422575090951183</id><published>2006-04-05T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:30:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DA VINCI CODE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/DAVinci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbols, Codes, Puzzels and Riddles very maturely intune together. When I feasted my eyes upon this novel, it was an experience I can never explain. Perhaps its in the way of the mindwork of the Novelist, or perhaps its just plain fiction. I may never know, but this is one of the few books that I have come acrossed that really baffles your conditioned thoughts on certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take for example Leonardo Da Vinci's Famous painting of "The Last Supper". For those unaware of this painting, it's Jesus's last supper before he was crucified. It consisted of 13 men at a table. Look at the painting of "The Last Supper" below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/lastsupper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us believed that the painting consisted of men, but from the book and many other unknown sources, there are statements made where there is one woman in the painting. Mary Magdalene. She was a companion with Jesus till his crucification. Look at the same picture, only thing it's zoomed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person on the left of Jesus is Mary. Now, so far, nothing of a female being in the painting has been mentioned apart from the some resources here and there without substantial evidence. What makes this book really incredible is the flow of "facts" coming together to fit a missing puzzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story-line - 'The Greatest Conspiracy of the Past 2000 years is about to Unravel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A short brief for those who have not read the book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While in Paris on business, Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon receives an urgent late-night phone call: the elderly curator of the Louvre has been murdered inside the museum. Near the body, police have found a baffling cipher. Solving the enigmatic riddle, Langdon is stunned to discover it leads to a trail of clues hidden in the works of Da Vinci…clues visible for all to see…and yet ingeniously disguised by the painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langdon joins forces with a gifted French cryptologist, Sophie Neveu, and learns the late curator was involved in the Priory of Sion—an actual secret society whose members included Sir Isaac Newton, Botticelli, Victor Hugo, and Da Vinci, among others. The Louvre curator has sacrificed his life to protect the Priory's most sacred trust: the location of a vastly important religious relic, hidden for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a breathless race through Paris, London, and beyond, Langdon and Neveu match wits with a faceless powerbroker who appears to work for Opus Dei—a clandestine, Vatican-sanctioned Catholic sect believed to have long plotted to seize the Priory's secret. Unless Langdon and Neveu can decipher the labyrinthine puzzle in time, the Priory's secret—and a stunning historical truth—will be lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an exhilarating blend of relentless adventure, scholarly intrigue, and cutting wit, symbologist Robert Langdon (first introduced in Dan Brown's bestselling Angels &amp;amp; Demons) is the most original character to appear in years. THE DA VINCI CODE heralds the arrival of a new breed of lightening-paced, intelligent thriller…surprising at every twist, absorbing at every turn, and in the end, utterly unpredictable…right up to its astonishing conclusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Following this book was really amazing. I now can't wait for the movie to release. Its MAY 19 by the way. Its me looking forward for that and signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114422575090951183?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114422575090951183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114422575090951183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-vinci-code.html' title='DA VINCI CODE'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114412760963211750</id><published>2006-04-04T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:15:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neo Prints</title><content type='html'>Met up with my niece and sis yesterday and check out what we were upto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/tRiOedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/tRiODiViNeBeAutiEsedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/tRiODeStiNyscHiLdReNwAnNaBeedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/tRiOdApRiNceZzdAqUeeNdAKuKkOedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/tRiOactcuteedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/tRiOa2sweetswithaJakkunedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call "an idle mind's a devil's workshop"!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Those who have not read the Da Vinci Code, JUST GO READ IT! You'll know what I mean... Can't wait for the movie to be out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114412760963211750?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114412760963211750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114412760963211750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/04/neo-prints.html' title='Neo Prints'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114299808811644014</id><published>2006-03-22T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:41:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Celebrated my sweetheart's birthday last Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traditionally went to the temple and got blessings, following that was a dinner hosted by my to be in-laws. After a great fulfiling chinese dinner, I rushed back to my place to get dressed to hit MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a first for me, my fiance and his friends. It was truly awesome. Could not take pics of the MOS experience but took a few shots of the after party effects on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jothi &amp; Me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image086.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sriganth &amp;amp; Jothi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image087.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ramona &amp;amp; Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image088.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're lovin' it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image089.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CULT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image090.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Playa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image092.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olympic Beer Baton 200m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image093.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drinks bring closeness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image094.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Took this when I was checking him out...*Dreamy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image095.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Thinker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image096.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Burger Sriganth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another joyful day, not forgetting the tequila, more booze and lack of lots of sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114299808811644014?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114299808811644014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114299808811644014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/03/dees-birthday.html' title='Dee&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114156536091368331</id><published>2006-03-05T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:29:21.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDERWORLD</title><content type='html'>Underworld Revolution is my every cent worth. Gosh, I knew it was gonna be superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie was released I had already been checking out the website and the picture galleries. The one that totally knocked me off my seat was the final trailer. I'm the sort of person if I like something, I try to get it as soon as I can and this movie was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so thankful that my class was cancelled due to the lecturer having a sore throat. I was planning on going to the theatre alone and watching the movie, but somehow grabbed my sis once I got the call about my cancelled class. Show at Jurong Point was at 2pm. Afraid we may not get tickets we cabbed there only to find out it was totally sold out. Sheesh. Yeah, sure I was disappointed! But hey, there's another cinema at Jurong East, but this time to play safe, I made a phone booking and confirmed our seats for a 245pm show. Didn't care what seats I got, I wanted to watch the movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of time to buy before the show and even finished half our popcorn(that was our lunch actually). From the time the movie started to the finish, both my sis and I did not even breathe a word!! We were totally glued to the screen and the scenes were super cool and fantastic. The make up was so good and the love scenes were seriously tasteful and artistic. The director is a creative genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended we just could not stop talking about the movie. Cheers to Leather and Spandex!!! For those who are not really fans of vampish and wolfish movies, then perhaps this movie ain't your cup of tea. But for those who are!!!! WATCH IT! WATCH IT! WATCH IT! ON THE BIG SCREEN!!! You'll love the effects. Its M18 by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there goes one movie I wanted to watch, and I have! The other would be final destination, but my gutts tell me its perhaps just vcd quality, so I'll just consider. Yet to catch Fearless, Syriana, V for Vendetta and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time its me rotting away in loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114156536091368331?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114156536091368331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114156536091368331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/03/underworld.html' title='UNDERWORLD'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114131212138046771</id><published>2006-03-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:08:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Freaking Bitch</title><content type='html'>Has any of you ever felt that when you meet a person, impressions count? What about after meeting someone and developing a good impression, you kinda realise that you are viewing a totally different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the famous "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;personalities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" that we put up with everyday. It may be draggy and wordy, but hey, facts are facts and facts hurt sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paranoid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid personality disorder is characterized by a distrust of others and a constant suspicion that people around you have sinister motives. People with this disorder tend to have excessive trust in their own knowledge and abilities and usually avoid close relationships with others. They search for hidden meanings in everything and read hostile intentions into the actions of others. They are quick to challenge the loyalties of friends and loved ones and often appear cold and distant to others. They usually shift blame to others and tend to carry long grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schizoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;People with schizoid personality disorder avoid relationships and do not show much emotion. They genuinely prefer to be alone and do not secretly wish for popularity. They tend to seek jobs that require little social contact. Their social skills are often weak and they do not show a need for attention or acceptance. They are perceived as humorless and distant and often are termed "loners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antisocial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common misconception is that antisocial personality disorder refers to people who have poor social skills. The opposite is often the case. Instead, antisocial personality disorder is characterized by a lack of conscience. People with this disorder are prone to criminal behavior, believing that their victims are weak and deserving of being taken advantage of. They tend to lie and steal. Often, they are careless with money and take action without thinking about consequences. They are often agressive and are much more concerned with their own needs than the needs of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Borderline personality disorder is characterized by mood instability and poor self-image. People with this disorder are prone to constant mood swings and bouts of anger. Often, they will take their anger out on themselves, causing themselves injury. Suicidal threats and actions are not uncommon. They think in very black and white terms and often form intense, conflict-ridden relationships. They are quick to anger when their expectations are not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Histrionic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to discribe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114131212138046771?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114131212138046771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114131212138046771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifes-freaking-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s a Freaking Bitch'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-114033751005206191</id><published>2006-02-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:44:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Episode</title><content type='html'>Oh My God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the second half of the photos that we took from Gotham Penthouse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are really nice and some...oh well... errr... no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite006.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my aunts who joined us for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite029.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals of the night...3 were missing from the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite030.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me bargaining with the bartender over our 'Basketballs'!&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is just waiting to gulp it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite056.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my cousin Dinesh on the left with his friend Ganesh and girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite063.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two crazy cousins sharing some joke!! Only they'll know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite070.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanu and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite071.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, Sanu and me Again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite078.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis hitting it on the Table top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite119.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two babes with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/gothamnite122.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin! He wanted this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, these are the ones I can erm upload, the rest are for personal confidential viewing. Till the next, Ta ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-114033751005206191?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114033751005206191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/114033751005206191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-episode.html' title='Another Episode'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-113983472838844288</id><published>2006-02-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:45:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary</title><content type='html'>Hi Ho &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/heartani.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, been a naughty girl by not blogging. Well, laziness does seep in sometimes and in my case, quite frequently. Anyways, for those who "missed" me, nothting much has been happening in my life apart from my cousin who flew down from Australia 2 months ago and is now back in Down Under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small farewell gathering with my maternal cousins and 2 of our aunts at Gotham Penthouse. For those who've been there, Whoa!!! I know why you go there! It's really a great chill out and the music's freakin' happening! The insides were gloomily navy blue and the cool part was they had built in aqauriams. The seating arrangement was great and some of the tables were actually converted to 'table-top dancing' specimens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us tried to dress in a theme, still can't remember what theme, but I went in a long satin black skirt with a hip hugging top. Feminine would be the word. The rest were all in pants and tops. We started off with Vodka Limes and &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/bur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lottsa fun actually, mainly dancing the liquor off us (We made use of the tables quite alot). Took lots of pics. Lets keep them confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets come to another event coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year, where &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/2hearts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; celebrate their togetherness. So here's wishing all the couples romantic and the non-romantic ones &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Valentineheart-kat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much to blog about at the moment, but will do so when I get some motivation to do it. Till then Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-113983472838844288?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113983472838844288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113983472838844288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2006/02/ordinary.html' title='Ordinary'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-113565016304715985</id><published>2005-12-27T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:22:43.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard</title><content type='html'>Hi There,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its my stress times at work once again. Have not complained awhile, guess I should start too. Well, when the firm is short of support staff, what should they do? Employ more support staff? That is correct in a normal working environment, unfortunately at my place, the firm utilises the remaining staff and squeezes the hell out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working pretty crazy hours for a deskbound individual! I mean, its not as though I'm in some events/media or even any organisation where I need to work late hours. Despite this, I was leaving office at around 10 plus for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how employers think. If you don't stay late, you're considered lazy and irresponsible. When you stay late, you are also considered lazy and irresponsible. So how does it work again? My place lacks encouragement and motivation. Not that I yearn nor request for any, but its quite frustrating to know that, when you show your efficency, you are given 10 folds more work to finish. Interesting isn't it? Especially when you know the bosses are seriously "crazy", "handicapped" and "weird" individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the toll was too much for my mum, who got stressed out because of her boss due to her always woking late and coming back home at midnight was warded into the hospital for about 4 odd days, and hear this out, my boss actually said this to me when I told her I wanted to take leave to be with my mum and take care of her, "Just because your mum's in hospital doesn't mean you have to be there? She's there because she's not been excercising and she stressed up because she's worried over you, your sis and your dad". Now, where does this make sense? How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are part and parcels of working life people say. To me, yeah I do agree, but there's always a limit. Arrrgggghh! To those who are working in a compassionate and caring firm, cherish it! To those who are not, well, I think you guys know best! In my case, patience is slowly reaching its limits. So..... Lets see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-113565016304715985?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113565016304715985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113565016304715985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/12/working-hard.html' title='Working Hard'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-113377123799606650</id><published>2005-12-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:27:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Outburts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, do you ever wonder "Oh My God, did I just do that?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it happened to me. I actually called my Harry Potter Fanatic cousin up and discussed about the Sixth book of Harry Potter, HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my recent addiction with this nerdy character of a boy started when I happened to borrow my colleague's book to read. The sixth book. I've watched Potter's first 3 movies, but seriously I found the last and recent one quite worth my money! Gosh, what am I talking about? I watched the movie free, proudly sponsored by my company :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, comparatively to the other 3 movies, this was however so much less childish, more dark, and finally, just finally, one you don't bring your 5-12 year old kids to. For once, it made me appreciate the script. This was a start I guess, but without knowing the contents of Book 5, I had started the craze on wanting to know the finale in Book 7. Of course, it's not been written yet (Ya I know!), but to think I would actually take upon reading such genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, after reading Book 6 (by the way, to those who know nuts about Harry Potter like i DID, its a series of 7 books, where 4 of the books have been made to movies), I had actually spent an entire day just sourcing out and finding out the facts and skeletons of the hidden clues within the books and movies. Yes, I admit, I've become a HP fan. Not a fanatic yet! That title is graciously being upheld by my sweetish Sindhu! Cheers on that Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I now wait to actually catch the recent Potter movie AGAIN on IMAX. Waiting for AHEM.. "Someone" to bring me, so till then, I'll still be doing my research on the finale. By the way, this is the first time I actually surfed the net for a fiction story book. Yes and the phrase still continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My God, did I just do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-113377123799606650?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113377123799606650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113377123799606650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/12/harry-potter-outburts.html' title='Harry Potter Outburts'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-113135854933871798</id><published>2005-11-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:15:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a distinction</title><content type='html'>Whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not blogged for a really long time, but hey just could not help it. Today's one of my happiest days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, I knew I was an average person with average intelligence and average "lottsa stuff", but to think I hit two As in a row, gosh, now that's something, especially when you're bogged down with work, 2 chalets in a row and the preparations for that, my dad's surprise 50th birthday as well. Everything jammed in at the same time and so did my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gave it my best shot and left da rest to God to decide my faith. Sometimes he does love to see me smile I guess. So there you have it. That's what I wanted to pen and I did. Shucks. It's a nice feeling. Really it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-113135854933871798?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113135854933871798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/113135854933871798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-distinction.html' title='Got a distinction'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112902253698272515</id><published>2005-10-10T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:22:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken for Granted</title><content type='html'>There's one thing which I hate and that would be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;BEING TAKEN FOR GRANTED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, sometimes people justt don't realise or appreciate the value when people do things for them. It's like being a norm for them to do it, a duty in otherwise considered, but is that how its supposed to be?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't think so. Very few people around the world actually follow the practice of valuing and appreciating another's work. The only thing they know how to do is just to dictate and assume that it will be done by them. What happens if it isn't done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, for starters, they get screwed and blamed and everything else you can imagine, but the hidden fact is, it isn't their obligation to do it?! So why the fuss?! Beats me, but it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sure everyone would have had their shitty moments where they don't feel appreciated, but hey, get used to it, Life's a bitch! Don't expect things to change that fast! If it ever did, I'd be a millionaire by now! So always remember, if you want to do it, go ahead, but don't complain that you aren't appreciated because!!! You chose to do it in the first place knowing the result!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped my complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112902253698272515?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112902253698272515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112902253698272515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/10/taken-for-granted.html' title='Taken for Granted'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112782914504065627</id><published>2005-09-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:52:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>I really don't know whats up with me, but I really feel down, not for any reason.. feeling very depressed. Can't blog much, let me cross over this stage and I'll start blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112782914504065627?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112782914504065627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112782914504065627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/09/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112704950431896896</id><published>2005-09-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:38:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi There,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I feel like &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;bitching&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling quite lost lately. I am not sure why as well. I don't seem to be having the mood to do anything. Feels more like I just want to be preoccupied but, the bottom line is, I don't know what to occupy myself with. I guess the more obvious one would be studies and visiting the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite troublesome and irritating when you come to a point where you're just totally lost. Its not as if I'm bothered about somthing, or feeling upset, well, come to think of it, feeling upset would be a norm to me, because I'm denigrated to be a "very sensitive" person. Sometimes I really wonder if I was that sensitive. Maybe I should not give a damn about what's happening? Maybe I should just satisfy my needs selfishly? Maybe, just maybe....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another thing is have you guys ever looked forward to something so much and practically kept thinking about it over and over again and nothing else seems to be of existence to you? And that thing never happened or took place? Freakingly shocking and quite upsetting ain't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few occasions like that happening to me for the past few months. I wonder perhaps if its my high expectations or whether if I deserve to even have it. Somethings in life, one just can't expect much I guess. But, one thing's for sure, I've been learning very painful valuable lessons.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Life isn't just being sweet and expecting sweetness in return.&lt;/span&gt; The world's a selfish warground and everyone's just saving their own asses and not bothering to save another's. The joke is, "Which imbecile came up with World Peace?" It should be "World Be Selfish"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt, that to live in this world, I've got to be extremely diplomatic about almost everything and just be blunt. Contradicting? Well, thats the way I've seen it happen. People putting up false fronts in the fronts of their conversationists and showing their true colours behind their backs. Living in this world isn't easy especially when you know for yourself you've got an "outstanding" character. Its not easy to get people trusting you when you've done mistakes in your life, but the famous phrase of&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"everyone deserves a second chance"&lt;/span&gt; doesn't exist one bit and that I cant vouch for sure. I've learned that the very hard way. If you want to adapt to that phrase, well, I've learnt to use it on myself only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Things change. People change."&lt;/span&gt; I used to take this as my guide, but somehow, as time flies, I'm begining to loathe it pretty bad and think I rather be a bitch to myself than being my bestfriend and lead life with an attitude. I was born alone and will die alone anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112704950431896896?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112704950431896896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112704950431896896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112623272891014984</id><published>2005-09-09T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:25:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for tonight...</title><content type='html'>I'm on Cloud 9.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's somthing I'm looking forward too... Too many emotions to describe...but hey, I'm so so so happy...The lyrics mean every word.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a movie scene &lt;br /&gt;In the sweetest dreams &lt;br /&gt;Have pictured us together &lt;br /&gt;Now to feel your lips &lt;br /&gt;On my fingertips &lt;br /&gt;I have to say is even better &lt;br /&gt;Then I ever thought it could possibly be &lt;br /&gt;It's perfect, it's passion, it's setting me free &lt;br /&gt;From all of my sadness &lt;br /&gt;The tears that I've cried &lt;br /&gt;I have spent all of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight, oh &lt;br /&gt;When you would be here in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight, oh &lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed of this love for so long&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender words you say &lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away &lt;br /&gt;Love me now, leave me never &lt;br /&gt;Found a sacred place &lt;br /&gt;Lost in your embrace &lt;br /&gt;I want to stay in this forever &lt;br /&gt;I think of the days when the sun used to set &lt;br /&gt;On my empty heart, all alone in my bed &lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning &lt;br /&gt;Emotions were strong &lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight, oh &lt;br /&gt;When you would be here in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight, oh &lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed of this love for so long&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when the sun used to set &lt;br /&gt;On my empty heart all alone in my bed &lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning &lt;br /&gt;Emotions were strong &lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight, oh &lt;br /&gt;When you would be here in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight, oh &lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed of this love for so long&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : Gosh I missed You so so bad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112623272891014984?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112623272891014984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112623272891014984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/09/waiting-for-tonight.html' title='Waiting for tonight...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112601870478307057</id><published>2005-09-06T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:38:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Romantic Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been awhile since I've posted something. I've been so busy with work(I know, what else is new)that I hardly had time to post anything. I'm yet to post the Girls' Night Out as well. All I can say is that it's on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post somthing out of the ordinary. Something original, something sweet and something that I really would do from the bottom of my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 10 things I would do for my Lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10th : I would get his favourite World Cup Football Jerseys and surprise him with an original autograph of his favorite player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9th : I would tape his favourite programmes that he would have genuinely missed and put it on for him on a sunday afternoon for him to watch away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8th : I would surprise him with different flowers, love notes and smses everyday to let him know I'm there for him always and forever loving him wholely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th : I would cook his favourite dishes every night to cheer him up from a long day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th : I would get his portrait done up in a jigsaw puzzel and spend time putting the pieces altogether and attaching a "I LOVE U" card together with it to show my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th : I would wait for him to return home after a hard's day's work, soak his feet and give him a good feet massage, calming his nerves down and making sure he's fully relaxed and prepared for the next working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th : I would wait for him after work under his office and bring him out to a posh restaurant that he's been waiting to try for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd : I would take him to the beach, write out our names over the sand in kerosene and light it up for the skies to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd : I would help him acheive his dreams and goals and share all his joys and sorrows with him till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st : I would make him realise that it is I who am the lucky one to have gotten such a wonderful soul in my life and to be sharing it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112601870478307057?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112601870478307057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112601870478307057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/09/top-10-romantic-things.html' title='Top 10 Romantic Things...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112522776068934936</id><published>2005-08-28T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:16:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Go</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I came across and would like to share it with all of you... If you think about it, You'll know it does make sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't &lt;br /&gt;belong to you and was never intended for your life, &lt;br /&gt;then you need to...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ...LET &lt;br /&gt;IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and &lt;br /&gt;see your worth ...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you ... LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and &lt;br /&gt;revenge...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or &lt;br /&gt;addiction ... LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets &lt;br /&gt;your needs or talents ... LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel &lt;br /&gt;better... LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take &lt;br /&gt;you to a new level in Him... LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken &lt;br /&gt;relationship....LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even &lt;br /&gt;try to help themselves...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed.... LET IT &lt;br /&gt;GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a particular situation that you are so &lt;br /&gt;used to handling yourself and God is saying "take &lt;br /&gt;your hands off of it," then you need to... LET IT &lt;br /&gt;GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. &lt;br /&gt;GOD is doing a new thing !!! LET IT GO!!! Get Right &lt;br /&gt;or Get Left... Think about it, and then LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Battle is the Lord's." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112522776068934936?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112522776068934936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112522776068934936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-it-go.html' title='Let it Go'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112513318427342559</id><published>2005-08-27T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:01:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuthing much to blog</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything interesting to post because nothing really out of the unusal took place nor anything exciting. Been checking out the quizzes from my cousin's website so I guess I'll just post my results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606427_CMyDocumentsLove.jpg" border="0" alt="stuf"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Spirit of Love. You think around&lt;br&gt;romance and are extremely compassionate.&lt;br&gt;Whenever you want something you can get it due&lt;br&gt;to your fiery passion. You can make friends&lt;br&gt;quite easily, because peopole are attracted to&lt;br&gt;your obvious good nature. You will have no&lt;br&gt;trouble in finding a life partner and will be&lt;br&gt;very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you%3F%20NEW%20AND%20IMPROVED!%20(amazingly%20beautiful%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If u ask me, I find it pretty lame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1108208086_CMyDocumentsrose3.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8cbbe8c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Goddess of Roses and Love. You are a hopeless&lt;br&gt;romantic. Always optimistic and loving, you&lt;br&gt;have many friends and you are exceptionally&lt;br&gt;trustworthy. You are a innocent beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20gorgeous%20goddess%20are%20you%3F%20For%20girls!%20(breath%20taking%20pics!)%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks like I got the same as you did Sindhu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite this will be it at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112513318427342559?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112513318427342559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112513318427342559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/08/nuthing-much-to-blog.html' title='nuthing much to blog'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112489494011310204</id><published>2005-08-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:49:00.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to post</title><content type='html'>I Had To Post Something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/valkyriedelilah/1124854152_temperance.jpg" border="0" alt="Temperance"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Temperance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing, smart and friendly, you have been&lt;br&gt;through a lot in your life, but remain&lt;br&gt;optimistic. You are always willing to grow and&lt;br&gt;learn and show kindness and love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/valkyriedelilah/quizzes/Which%20Tarot%20Card%20are%20you%3F%20(GIRLS)%20GREAT%20ANIME%20PICS!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Tarot Card are you? (GIRLS) GREAT ANIME PICS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you? Strictly for ladies...guys if you want to, well, at your own risk :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112489494011310204?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112489494011310204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112489494011310204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-to-post.html' title='Nothing to post'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112400888635153234</id><published>2005-08-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:41:29.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish &amp; Co</title><content type='html'>Mushi Mushi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite lazy for the past few days. Nothing exciting really happened. But, I'll just give you the briefs of it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on leave on Friday(needed one), so met up with my cousin after her work. We went over to Woodlands to "supposedly" have a drink and it ended up like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/suchi2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Check out how my cousin Suchi's ordering. The shop owner by the way insisted he's gotta be in the photo. So she ordered "Kuay Teow, Mee, Bee Hoon mix". What she got was only the later two :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were still deciding what to do, we both thought of surprising our other cousin Sanu at her working place. Fish &amp; Co at Novena Square. She was surprised of course! We got a place and erm, we could not resist ordering. This is what we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/food.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; There's the mussels in some weird sauce, and the grilled calamari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/suchi1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Behind the mussels is Suchi's drink. Erm I think it was called Jungle Freeze. Was it? Anyways it was a real huge flask. I had a Choc Junkie..I think thats what's it's called too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/meinyellow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Yeah, thats me mixing the sauce in the calamari. It did taste good, but somehow, the preference would be for the fried ones. Not grilled. Saw my choc junkie on the right. Super rich and thick and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the food fun, we waited for my cousin till she finished work and we went over to Yishun to play alittle pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Satuday, I was home all day and went over to my Fiance's place to chill awhile as parents had gone for a concert(guess they're more wild than me :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, nothing much too, just chilling and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112400888635153234?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112400888635153234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112400888635153234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/08/fish-co.html' title='Fish &amp; Co'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112390941668515579</id><published>2005-08-13T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:06:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Always</title><content type='html'>Hey Girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a guy giving you flowers nor sending sweet stuff or being a simple romantic to actually know he loves you. Read the story below and you'll know what I am talking about. Love isn't short-termed filled with ectasy. It's a long-term bliss of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~The   Story~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got tired. He was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing changed in our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that wanted to leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to make me stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will stay if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it for me means certain death, would you get it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face grew troubled."Can I give you an answer tomorrow morning?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that kind of answer, my heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn't even give me a answer straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as i read it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to give you my reasons .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for the whole day, but every time you will end up in tears cause your formatting will always go all over the place... I need my fingers, to do the formatting for you, so your tears will &lt;br /&gt;become smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to travel, but would always get lost ... I need my eyes, so that I can bring you to the nicest places on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you leave the house, you would always forget your keys...I need my legs, so that I can run home to open the door for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how to take care of yourself... I need my hands to help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your nails, to feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, that's why I can't pick the flower for you. Until I find someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be waiting with your favorite muffin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he stood, with a extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, but just stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will ever love me as much as he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112390941668515579?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112390941668515579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112390941668515579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-always.html' title='Not Always'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112339475562788737</id><published>2005-08-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:41:19.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Saturday</title><content type='html'>Dear Fun-Lovers out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how's it been going? Well, I've got news. Finally my office shifting's over and I'm settling down. Had too much negative vibes going on for the past few months and to all those whom I would have snapped at, well, I'm extremely apologetic about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had a great time yesterday. Woke up at 8am, showered, got dressed and left to run some errands. Went to Woodlands at Civic Centre. Following that, went to my Fiance's place (as usual) and followed his mum, bro and himself down for breakfast at the hawker centre 2 blocks away. Tell you the truth, it was fun being with them, really felt so like a second family (Awww Shucks :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after that my guy and myself headed down towards town to meet up with one of our friends Vicky. We didn't wanna do anything too tiring or hectic, so we decided to have a drink and chill. We planned for New Asia Bar, but knowing its a Saturday and we'll be SARDINES there we took our second pick at VIA MAR (My choice by the way). This place is at the Esplanade. Well its, along the river, but only much inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice relaxing chill out area (I'm recommending it to everyone!!). Whilst we were there we saw some pre-celebrations of the National Day. Check out the Picture below of the crowd further up from the place we were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image103.jpg" /&gt; Esplana Pre-National Day Party. Check out the red beings on the sides of the photo. They were performers and were practically dancing to "Lets Celebrate" for god knows how many times. But they were good! Quite entertaing. The music they were playing to was great. Mixes of all genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I forgot to tell you that we brainwashed Vicky into staying on with us because he was supposed to pick up his dad and go back home. So he went to give the car back to his dad and joined us again. By the time he had arrived I was having my 2nd drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image101.jpg" /&gt; My Salty Dog. I had a Martini before that. Sorry, forgot to take a pic of it :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fiance was down to his 5th Glass of Carlsberg. Oh, the place was having a promotion where for 1 glass of wine another would be free and for beers, 2 glasses for another one free. Hey, the prices are quite reasonable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image100.jpg" /&gt; My Fiance's 5th Glass of Carlsberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our appetizers. Actually we had Fried Chicken Wings, Fried Cheese and the Fried Potato Skins on Salsa sauce. I managed to snap only the last remaining potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image102.jpg" /&gt; Fried Potato Skins on Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were sitting and talking alot of "quality" stuff, the other side having the party started off their FIREWORKS Display. It was too crowded for me to snap that too. So erm, you guys just have to imagine them okie :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wad getting dark and Vicky had always wanted to try out "Sheesha" (I think thats how its spelt) Its basically an eygptian sort of a pipe where they smoke the tabacco with flavours. We moved into the covered and cozy corner and ordered a mint flavoured one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Pictures of how my Fiance and Vicky were enjoying it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image107.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;My Fiance taking it slow and doing it the Professional way...Huffing &amp; Puffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image106.jpg" /&gt; Vicky Totally High and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image105.jpg" /&gt; Smoke Mania. The Model would be Vicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/me2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; I'm trying it out actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/me.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;That would be me. Goodness, its SMOKIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I finished off my drinking spree with the one-for-one glass of red wine and guys, I was already tipsy when I went home. But hey, I did have a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about all at the moment. Till the next, Its the girl trying to crack the code of her life signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112339475562788737?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112339475562788737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112339475562788737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-saturday.html' title='A Great Saturday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112279444089538727</id><published>2005-07-31T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T15:20:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>A very good Sunday Afternoon to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, ain't gonna blog much, just gonna post neoprints of my guy &amp; me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start posting soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/neoprint2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Hippy &amp;amp; Ahem "Passionate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/neoprint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we were just having some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112279444089538727?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112279444089538727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112279444089538727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/07/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112158295121651860</id><published>2005-07-17T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:17:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal</title><content type='html'>Hello Hunks &amp; Babes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a state where I almost totally forgot I had a blog. That showed my pretty busy schedule huh? Well, gonna blog about the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Sweetish.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, saw this? Well, it was taken by my fiance. Mind you people, there were no editing done on this one, his phone camera automatically captured the effects on its own. We were waiting for his friends as usual to come. We were gonna club. So, whilst waiting, we were looking and giving comments at the passers-by at Mac in Balestier Shaw. We were also trying to fight over who took the best photo shots. Well, looks like he won.. These are the ones I took of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/DeeinThought.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks serious ah?! Nah.....Action only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/DeeSerious.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this candid one where he was fiddlig with his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/phototakin.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was fiddling with mine, and he took me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, these were last Saturday's thrills and spills. Then, as usual, work started on Monday. You know, somehow, when you think you've accomplished something, it just doesn't seem enough for the people who asked you to do the stuff in the first place...So, this took place practically the whole week. I guess you guys are pretty bored about me bitching about work already. Fine, ain't gonna probe more into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some valuable quality time with my fiance Friday night and yesterday. Caught Fantastic 4. Hey, it was quite cool, but to those fans out there, correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Mr Fantastic already married to Invisible girl? Hmmm, ain't gonna spill the beans about the facts of this movie, but it was certainly one to catch. Next on the list would be Sin City, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till my next posting, god knows when, its Snuggle Woggle's Chichipuchi signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, my office shifting is ending end of this week!!!! YAY!!! Beach Resorts, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112158295121651860?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112158295121651860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112158295121651860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/07/normal.html' title='Normal'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112082048618138664</id><published>2005-07-08T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:44:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking a Break!</title><content type='html'>I'm mega stressed at work, taking a break so thought of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~ W H A T  I F~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your crush suddenly asks you out?&lt;br /&gt;* I gotta have a crush first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk into an elevator and see a couple&lt;br /&gt;making out?&lt;br /&gt;* Oh, I'll take the next one, I'm sure they'd want some privacy *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents had another baby?&lt;br /&gt;* Erm, it would be kinda cool taking care of a child but the generation gap's gonna be freaking big!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trapped in a building about to explode?&lt;br /&gt;* I'll stay cool, honestly I would, but I'll sms to my love ones and tell them of cos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were granted one wish?&lt;br /&gt;* For snowy to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliens invaded earth?&lt;br /&gt;* That'll be cool. Finally some Sci-fi movie coming alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy suddenly kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;* Depends, if it was my fiance, I 'll be so sweetly surprised and would love it and return one back to him as well, but if it were a stranger, I would look shocked first, then see his mental condition to decide if he needs a slap or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were given a blue car?&lt;br /&gt;* I'd buy blue car accessories for it, but can't drive till I get my licence though. May present it to my fiance for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend/girlfriend breaks up with you?&lt;br /&gt;* Well I'll find out the reason first and if one side aint interested, what's the point in carrying on a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You win a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;* Give 1/2 to my parents and keep da rest for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gives you flowers??&lt;br /&gt;* It'll be real sweet and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You receive a love letter in your locker?&lt;br /&gt;* I'll look out for its clarity. If it ain't good, I may just discard it. If its good, I'll laugh it over with my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fail your exam?&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be real sad, but will try to better the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get first in class?&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be happy or course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer crashes?&lt;br /&gt;* Curse and swear, call my fiance and get screwed for getting it crashed and then bring it for repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got fired?&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be cool, no point in being upset over a company that doesn't value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend betrays you?&lt;br /&gt;* Well, my best friend is my fiance, so erm, I may ask him why he did it, and if its a valid reason, I'll just forgive him and carry on as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to choose between your best friend or &lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;* My fiance is my best friend so I'll choose him of course (getting the best of both worlds at the same time :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112082048618138664?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112082048618138664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112082048618138664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-taking-break.html' title='I&apos;m taking a Break!'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-112065531390547495</id><published>2005-07-06T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:08:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculing</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've not been updating much here. Well, I'll just update the last two days. I've been sick...again. Well, I guess it was because I've not recovered from the previous flu, so this time around I became all chesty and congested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been feeling alittle blue due to the happenings in my office. Alot of things to do. I've realised that some people, how much you explain some things to them, they just cannot register into their heads that sometimes in life, they are not so perfect as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across many stubborn headed people in my life and though I am one myself, I realised that some really stone-stubborn ones, nothing really goes through that hard skull of theirs. It what you call being thick-skinned, but even then, I do wonder if anything can still penetrate through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also come to realise that my communication skills are bad. Well, I think they must be, because I seem to fail to get messages across to people easily, well, some of them only. I've always been seeing life on a thornful side, that I've come to realise that there are others who see it as a burden. I mean looking at life as a burden and putting whatever they think as a blame on something, or someone. I guess it happens to all of us. Well, maybe not all of us, but I'm sure some of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think life's a great thing to live, well, to those who think that way, you've not seen its crap yet. There's so much you'd never know it'll turn out that way. Moreover, many think emotions cause failures, but truthfully, emotions are the one that gets a person somewhere. If you've without an emotion and just do things out of practical reasoning and not stop to think if you're actually causing hurt to someone, well, I hope you think twice, because, you may not care if you're hurting the person, but you'll never know to what extends hurt can cause someone to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that off, ridiculing a person and irritating a person may be quite fun for some, but they fail to realise or rather, don't really bother how the other person feels and still carry on their actions. All I can say for that is what goes around, comes around. It may not have to be the person you are ridiculing, but it may be somebody else, and I'm sure you would feel the same hurt and irritation. Perhaps that is when people who like to ridicule realise that it isn't such fun after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, just felt like releasing off some in-built steam. Until my next post, its Tunitha signing off in outburts of irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-112065531390547495?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112065531390547495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/112065531390547495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/07/ridiculing.html' title='Ridiculing'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111931618055159033</id><published>2005-06-21T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:11:11.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>Life's crucial, so make the best out of it instead of hurting others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone's sincerely being nice and good to you, don't shun them away and make them feel neglected. The point I am emphazising here is that, broken and depressed people turn to other alternatives in life, or even other directions. It is in your way of behaviour that drives them towards something they wanted from you, but they seem to be getting it from someone or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not make the mistake of leading these people a-stray and towards the end, it is not them who's going to be suffering but the whole lot of you. Think about it. Be nice and respect the other individual, be it a friend, parent, spouse, soulmate, sibling! It can be whoever, just realise that your actions can cause an opposite and equal reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111931618055159033?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111931618055159033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111931618055159033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/06/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111926195508036933</id><published>2005-06-20T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:22:47.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Hey There,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever come across anoynomous messages posted through web smses?! Well, I have been getting that alot quite recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have nothing better to do in their lives than to send out messages such as these. They must be having some bloody unsolved issues, but hey, my number ain't one to play with. Goodness! And for the love of god, I am leading a happy relationship with my fiance thank you and we're even gonna get hitched! Those unable to read, or perhaps with poor english may not be able to comprehend certain phrases being shot out. Words express alot, but read between the lines hello!!! You can't be that dumb or you really must be a highflying imbecile or someone with too much bovine's intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! My life is going smoothly and I don't need this unnecessary stress. Not too sure about yours though, well if it isn't then, too made, go make the best of it! I'm already quite stressed up at the moment with piles of work, so if this anoynomous person OR partners in crime want to send off messages again, well, good luck to you chaps, because I ain't gonna be talking smooth to you this time around. I don't even care if I even make you cry or push you to the shallows of suicide. I don't even need to know who the hell you are so with whatever names you're using, kindly refrain because, your name doesn't really matter when you've got no character!! You may be someone I know, but hey, if I come to find out I know you, you better be sorry for what you're doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is just go get or rather find a life if you haven't. There's alot of helplines for psychos! I bet you must be one of the victims. Gosh, the world's got people like these too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/skeleton.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I blogged cos of these irritating smses!!! SOME FROM FREAKING DREAMCHATS, FIRECHATS AND SO MUCH OTHER CRAP!!!! ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111926195508036933?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111926195508036933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111926195508036933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111892040655988909</id><published>2005-06-16T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:15:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hurt yet, I still Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A little truth I share...Did this last night. Could not sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons in this life that we love the ones we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things they show us to make the world anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is so pure. Pure as any love can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pen these words so that maybe you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is, here’s your list that you wanted me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of things I can see that captures my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you smile, how it lights up your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sits there, perfect and sensuous and shines with perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact you have many smiles, more then just skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite one of all is the one when you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your deep dark delightful eyes that show your tender emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They speak to me, a window of your soul with gentle devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you touch me. Love to feel your fingers dance on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me shiver with delight and warms my heart with-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you make me think, I always have to be prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a constant challenge and keep me aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you want me improved; you want me to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stop and breath and take my time, and always try to be the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you believe in me. You think that I am good inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you I can be who I am; I never have to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whither I am asleep or awake, you are my dream and certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the reason for my delight, the reason for all that’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your uncanny passion for life; I love your beautiful strange ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for the man you are, through the nights into the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you love me; I know you mean it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that of all the people I have ever known, the perfect one is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the ways you have touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of this eternal task that you ask, this poem is only the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to always show why for you I yearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always give you a reason why you should love me in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep this in mind, my king of kings, while you lay in bed at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That even when everything is going wrong, it’s our love that’s completely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying with you, skin so soft, these are things about you I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and laugh and sometimes cry, and thank the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have you and you have me and we have each other’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111892040655988909?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111892040655988909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111892040655988909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-hurt-yet-i-still-love.html' title='I&apos;m hurt yet, I still Love...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111758749751429691</id><published>2005-06-01T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:58:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No updates till july 1st</title><content type='html'>Hi Pple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me for not being able to blog for, ahem, quite long. Well, would like to tell all of you that I'll be back after June, because, I'm totally bogged down at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I Badly Need A Vacation!! By the way, someone's exams over ready! Time to freak out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111758749751429691?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111758749751429691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111758749751429691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-updates-till-july-1st.html' title='No updates till july 1st'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111589710997388272</id><published>2005-05-12T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:25:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work's Killing Me...</title><content type='html'>Talk about being totally bogged down by piles and piles of paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life in a law firm is quite relaxing actually, for lawyers that is, but when it comes to assisting them, its a whole new ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, laywers just do out their comments and advice, whereas, the assistants such as myself type out the entire paragraphs of the relevent documents, do a numerous drafts with proof reading and the drafts keep changing as the lawyers keep changing their comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these, files that were buried deep underneath mountains of other files needed to be dugged up for reference purposes. Of these files, they can be numbered from File 1 all the way own to File  200 plus. So the matter that the lawyer is dealing with can be anywhere amongst these files. Mentally stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been like this and I feel as though I lost my sense of wanting to do other things other than work. Gosh, I'm even dreaming about work! Well, guess because there's lots on my mind and work as well. The major part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these, I'm still at work. Hah! Nothing surprising. Got so much to do and I'm like begging for time. So many deadlines and so little people around to aid. Sheesh! Been not well lately too, but had to still force myself down to work. Nah, aint a workacholic, just that I gotta finish up lots of things and to me, it looks like never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a break on purpose before I start about my work. Will be most probably going home around 9:30 again or maybe even later, from the looks of it. Sigh. You know, I really feel like soaking myself in a warm, rose scented milk foam in a bathtub. Hopefully if I'm lucky, I could get a professional massuer. Ahhh....my my, did I just send myself to lala land. Its good to dream once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the computer can really cause headaches. Thats what I've been getting I guess. Been having these nagging ones for the past 2 weeks already. What is happening to me?? Hehe, I do sound like an old hag complaining eh? Well, I am old, not too old I hope..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then people, thanks for popping by and reading this. I just wanted to take the load off. Now going back to my piles of stress!&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111589710997388272?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111589710997388272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111589710997388272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/05/works-killing-me.html' title='Work&apos;s Killing Me...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111580910996479285</id><published>2005-05-11T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T18:59:08.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, well as all of you can see, I'm in a question &amp; answer mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, truth is, I'm too busy and really tied up, so this way is short &amp;amp; sweet, at least I'm still posting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Your REAL Name :&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha Reku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The name you wish you had been given:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really like my name so I'd rather stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What are you doing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Typing this out with a bad headache &amp; tummy pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What are you wearing ?&lt;br /&gt;Punjabi suit top &amp;amp; black pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Where do you wish you were right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Back in A.I.S.S seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Who do you wish you were with ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Are you dating anyone right now ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 What's your definition of a perfect girl/guy ?&lt;br /&gt;An idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 What would your idea of a 'perfect date' be like ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, first would be a movie, then a nice cozy dinner and a walk down the beach and then a surprise bouquet...keep the best for the last :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Chocolate cookies or Butterscoth cookies?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood actually. I might go for both knowing the pig I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Would you rather be good-looking or smart?:&lt;br /&gt;Can I please get both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 What would you do with a MILLION dollars?:&lt;br /&gt;Keep it!! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Dogs or cats?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs, cats are too lazy and pampered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&gt;I am......&lt;br /&gt;Introperspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&gt;My life is.....&lt;br /&gt;like a box of chocolates! Hopefully I don't get mint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 I believe that........&lt;br /&gt;Shutting up brings less troubles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Life would be perfect if.....&lt;br /&gt;The moneyplant really does live its name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Closest girl friends?&lt;br /&gt;My sis anitha, my cousins suchita &amp; sindhu &amp;amp; shanti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Closest guy friends?&lt;br /&gt;The woodlands original BOYZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Friend with the loudest scream/yell:&lt;br /&gt;Nah, all my friends are pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Most popular person u know:&lt;br /&gt;Shanti...she's a celebrity see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 The friend you envy the MOST and WHY:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the habit of envying. Everyone's special in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 What facial feature do you like Most about&lt;br /&gt;yourself? Well used to think it was my eyes, but realised they're flawed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 If there was anything you could change about&lt;br /&gt;yourself, what would it be?:&lt;br /&gt;I would change the soft and naive character that I have and adopt a harsher one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 A celebrity you would wanna be like:&lt;br /&gt;No one actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 If you could turn back time , what would you&lt;br /&gt;change? Somethings were meant to be, so I rather not change anything but be thankful for what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;If I typed it here, it wouldn't come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. first thing you did today:&lt;br /&gt;Switch my alarm clock off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. first car driven:&lt;br /&gt;Some racing car in the arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. first thing bought by salary:&lt;br /&gt;I think if I am not mistaken, its a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. first crush:&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school! One eurasian teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. first job:&lt;br /&gt;Relief teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. first subject failed in college:&lt;br /&gt;Statistics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. first time you went out on a date:&lt;br /&gt;Erm. that would be when I was 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. first owned cellphone:&lt;br /&gt;Errison T10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. first boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Just before poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. first pet:&lt;br /&gt;Fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. first time to disco:&lt;br /&gt;With family when I was 10, alone would be when I turned 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. first time you got drunk:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...at Whu Bar. All I was doing was just smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. first kiss:&lt;br /&gt;My dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. first serious hospitalization:&lt;br /&gt;I fainted at home and was brought to the hospital and that was the start of this year! What a start to the new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. first serious relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Just before poly started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. first time you cried over a girlfrend/boyfrend:&lt;br /&gt;That would be 12. Cried because my girlfriend broke my water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. first expensive thing bought 4 yourslf:&lt;br /&gt;I've never gotten anything expensive for myself. Only given to me by others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. first expensive gift bought for a loved one:&lt;br /&gt;In march for my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that wraps up most of it. For today that is. Check out the time I am leaving my office. Sigh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111580910996479285?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111580910996479285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111580910996479285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/05/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111571400597086278</id><published>2005-05-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:33:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Rulez</title><content type='html'>Oh Gosh.....I love this one.....Cheers to all Women!!! Guys...Sorry okay!! No hard feelings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be a woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taxis stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We will never regret piercing our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111571400597086278?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111571400597086278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111571400597086278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/05/women-rulez.html' title='Women Rulez'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111570024508455892</id><published>2005-05-10T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T12:44:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life today</title><content type='html'>About me today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.how are you today?- Not feeling well, body's weak and nose's blocked and a pounding headache!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. how was work?- Pilling up and my stress levels are fluctuating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.how do you feel right now?- Dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.what are you planning to do later?- After work, nuthin much, might just head home and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.what did you eat for lunch?- Gonna buy some biscuits, grab a hot drink and pop a pill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.what did you drink?- Just water and plenty of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.what's the "thing" you most want?- Well, a driver's license would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.what are you listening to right now?- The typing of my keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.what do you want to do right now- Head home, pop a pill and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.what's the most memorable memory in your life?- Meeting my bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.who are you thinking of right now?- No one actually, Mr sleep I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.who's your gf/bf?- BF:Nishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.who's your crush?- No time or energy to think about one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.who's next to you right now?- No one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.who made you laugh today?- Myself! I did something stupid as usual see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.who made you mad today?- No one for the time being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.who made you feel special today?- I don't need someone to make me feel special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.who did you receive emails from today?- My office colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.did anything bad happened today?- Nothing at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.did anything good happened today?- Yeah. My bf found out he had extra cash miraculously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.do you want something to happen right now?- Yes! For a fire to happen in my building, so that all can go home! I badly need sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.do you want to hug someone right now?- Come to think of it, not really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.do you want to kiss someone right now?- Nah, no mood at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.have you ever lied to your loved one?- Gosh!! This question need not even be asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.have you ever kept your feelings about something or someone from your bestfriend?- Plenty a times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.have you ever felt that you'd rather die, than see the people you love suffer?- Not that bad, maybe I'll just feel upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.are you happy with who you are now?- Yes  No cos at present I'm hating myself coz of the way I am feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111570024508455892?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111570024508455892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111570024508455892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-today.html' title='Life today'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111534673927265982</id><published>2005-05-06T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:32:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope for today</title><content type='html'>Yo Yo Yo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my horoscope for today....Gosh..I'm on fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/taurus_lg.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Expect a bit of hurry-up-and-wait. Bring a book to read. The time will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;You're not ordinarily known for having a temper. It takes a lot to rile you, for starters, and by the time you actually get around to being mad, you've usually realized that whoever inspired it isn't worth the energy. Basically, you've trained yourself to have enormous self-control -- usually. Every now and then, though, the dam breaks, and some fool ends up dealing with an angry Bull. That just might happen today. Better hire a bodyguard -- for your opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit: Conservation, methodical, to enjoy comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objectives: To accumulate money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego: Affectionate, stubborn, competent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Indolent, voluptuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruling Planet: Venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empowerment Colors: Pale blue, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moderating Colors: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Day: Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate Stones: Sapphire, emerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Rulership: Neck, throat, lower jaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Foods: Lemons, grapefruit, melons, carrots, buckwheat, banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the second sign of the zodiac, Taurus represents the second stage in the evolution of man and his place in the universe. The first thing man uses are his physical senses. What he can see, touch, and physically hold represents the reality of his position. It is why the celestial heritage of Taureans is to conserve physical resources and possessively cling to people whom they regard as their own. Their strongest desire is for personal security. Broken promises or the betrayal of others are threats to this security. Their reaction to such personal affronts is likely to be bitter, and those who inflict such abuses will not be given another chance. Disappointed Taureans can behave in a manner totally against their own best interests. They may completely retreat from the world, or, go in the opposite direction and become promiscuous. Whatever direction is taken, they may end up sacrificing the meaningful, enduring relationships they really need to feel emotionally secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taureans are stubborn and impervious to changes not of their own making. However, they are able to accomplish things in life because of their tenacity in sticking to projects in which others may have long since lost patience or stamina. The astrological symbol for Taurus is the Bull and indeed, the stubborn bullheaded nature of the Taurean personality can be extremely formidable to those who have the unfortunate experience of coming up against it. On the positive side, their quiet strength and determination inspires others to trust them. Because they dislike being unable to rely on others, they are usually very dependable themselves. Taureans are loving and patient when trying to accomplish what they think is worthwhile and when dealing with people they care about. As a rule, they do not enjoy surprises or spontaneous changes. They are far more comfortable when given sufficient time to prepare for things and allowed to follow their planned agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taureans react to what they experience by assessing its possible worth. That is, before they take physical action, before they sort out their emotional involvement, and before they reason it out intellectually, they ascertain what tangible advantages are to be gained from the experience. What appears too abstract or vague fails to attract more than their passing interest. They need a definite purpose in what they do and in relationships they form. Because they don't want to be unnecessarily burdened, they willingly rid themselves of worn out items, but only if they cannot find any other way to make use of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus, planet of beauty and pleasure, rules Taurus, which means that by nature, people born with Sun in Taurus are tactile and sensuous, seekers of personal comfort and physical pleasure. By design however, they are pragmatic with an appreciative eye for both monetary value as well as aesthetic beauty. They are lovers of nature and natural things. Their harmony in life is tied to reality and the material world, but sometimes they get carried away with personal acquisitions. When they go too far afield they tend to either accumulate wealth and never use it, or recklessly squander it without improving the quality or enjoyment of their lives. As a result of their addiction to personal pleasure and comfort, Taureans can be very lazy as well as very vulnerable to the unpleasant consequences that invariably result from overindulging in rich food and other physical pleasures. Their natural cautiousness saves them from making mistakes, but it can also prevent them from taking advantage of valuable opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, Taureans are physically strong and solidly built. Even those who are not fat, may be physically more dense per pound of body weight. Many of them favor weight lifting or other body-building routines as a way to keep in shape. They enjoy participating in sports that require strength and endurance. They usually like to putter around the garden, and readily engage in other outdoor activities such as picnics, hikes, and trips to botanical gardens or a zoo. They love music and art and may have considerable talent in these areas. They often have a pleasant speaking or singing voice. Though Taureans tend to be rather subdued, they have a lively sense of humor, and enjoy socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus colors are brown, russet, and turquoise. Vulnerable parts of the body are the neck, throat, shoulders, and upper torso. Stiff necks, sore throats, and earaches are common Taurean complaints. The emerald, a variety of the mineral beryl and as costly as a diamond, is the Taurus birthstone. The emerald's rich green color is suitably Taurean since it is the color of money, green pastures, and serenity. The emerald has a six-sided geometric form. Six is the number assigned to Venus which in turn, is the planetary ruler of Taurus. Flowers for Taurus are the rose (red), daisy, lily, and daffodil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/taurus.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111534673927265982?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111534673927265982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111534673927265982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-horoscope-for-today.html' title='My horoscope for today'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111525593939966931</id><published>2005-05-05T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:18:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><content type='html'>My My My...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know is pregnant!!! &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/menu-pregnant.jpg" /&gt;Wow....well, I can't really conclude saying that I've known her well, but I can say I know her. Well, congratulations and all the best. Hope things will be smoother with a little one coming your way. Take care always and always remember the past is always the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to look forward to the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111525593939966931?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111525593939966931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111525593939966931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/05/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111473837729646661</id><published>2005-04-29T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:32:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Work work work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yesterday was a terribly busy, hectic and a day where I was getting the harshness of the "hyena" in my place of heavy duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There was so much of faxing, drafting, proof reading and organising of so many "alien" documents. To top that, information or knowledge on them was totally dutch to me and I was practically begging for some sort of divine help that could transfer the relevant information - sort like in a matrix way, where I get plugged in and simply download the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Goodness, my lunch was juice and for once I never knew that the time I left was way over my work hours and here I was thinking I was still amidst it. When I was leaving office, I felt I was leaving a cemetary, "lights switched off, white pale papers all over and lastly not a soul in site except for the whirring sound of the aircondition".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was so hungry and met my mum halfway because she went to Little India to get flowers to put for the deities today. Had a quick paper dosai and went back home. Though I was home, I could not get a wink of sleep, knowing the fact that my fiance was still not back from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I only slept a few winks at abt 2:30am odd, hoping to receive an sms or some sort of reassuring info that he was okie and stuff. My tired mind led me to slumberland and I awoke at 545am. Still no sms from him. I rang him up and that poor sweetheart of mine with his tired voice only made it home at about 3 plus am. Not wanting to deprive him of a milisecond of sleep, I hung up abruptly. However thereafter, I didn't get any sleep. Got up, showered and got ready for work and now I'm in office for round 2 of "scoldings, belittling, faxing, and whatevers".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey, just heard, I'm the only legal assistant now in my department. The rest are on leave and mc! Great!! Fantastic!! That leaves tons of "happy bonding" with my superior...God help me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111473837729646661?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111473837729646661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111473837729646661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111456366337376423</id><published>2005-04-27T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:03:39.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for all your wonderful wishes. I really appreciate your love and care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to continue where I left of from yesterday's programme, I went to temple after work, did a fast one as I was meeting my darling. Gosh, I was so happy he was meeting me, too thrilled actually. Reason was because his job scope needs him to be entertaining the political world and some political personel have arrived in Singapore, thus, he being in the position of their aid, was terribly tied up and I was afraid I wasn't able to meet him at all on my special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met and went on to have a quiet session of a romantic "SPLITZZA" at Pizza Hut. Well, the meal wasn't too important to me, what was, was actually, he made it to meet me. A toast to you on that darling. Once the dinner was over, we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn't much of a birthday with gifts, surprises, balloons, cards or anything in particular, but hey, only the birthday person would know what he/she actually would want for their birthdays. And I certainly got what I wanted for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all that happened yesterday. Till I pen again, its ta ta from the girl in white and Anitha, my sweetest sister, thanks again for helping me give my blog a make-over... People watch out for it, its simple yes, but very serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/Image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took this in the office, tried to look shy, hope I made it...sheesh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111456366337376423?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111456366337376423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111456366337376423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-celebrations.html' title='My celebrations'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111450197545772712</id><published>2005-04-26T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:52:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More abt Me</title><content type='html'>More about me as I grow one yr older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat date and time is it now?---* 26 April 05, 3:41pm&lt;br /&gt;who's at home wif ya now?---* Erm, I'm at wrk with mum :p&lt;br /&gt;Did u go out recently?---* Nah, not been out in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Do u prefer durian or guava?---* both also can, depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;Wat time did u wake up today?---* 645am&lt;br /&gt;Did u go anywhere today?---* Well, I'm at wrk and will be goin temple later...&lt;br /&gt;Why did u go there?---* To work!&lt;br /&gt;How old are u now?---* 25! Turned today :p&lt;br /&gt;Are u mature or immature?---* Depends, its good to be both at times :P&lt;br /&gt;Wat do u call ur mother?---* Ma&lt;br /&gt;Are u n ur mum in gd condition?---* well, off and on...&lt;br /&gt;Are u de only boy/girl in ur family?---* nah, one younger sista&lt;br /&gt;Do u wanna get married?---* DUH!&lt;br /&gt;Wif who?---* Nishan Pillai&lt;br /&gt;If u were to marry a celebrity.who wld u marry?---* Gd quest! Nah, no one I guess. I'd rather be wiv my snuggle woggles...&lt;br /&gt;When are u going to shop?---* Long time more!&lt;br /&gt;Where do u think ur frens are?---* Ard I guess..&lt;br /&gt;When was de last time u tok to ur best frens?---* Erm, yesterday..to shanti..&lt;br /&gt;Wat do u wan for ur birthday?---* Can I leave this blank?&lt;br /&gt;Any piercing on u?---* ears&lt;br /&gt;Would u get a tatoo?---* I mite, a small one!&lt;br /&gt;How bout a belly pierce?---* not really..&lt;br /&gt;Do u haf any homeworks?---* nah, perhaps once start my classes*&lt;br /&gt;MSN or yahoo?---* MSN&lt;br /&gt;Are u listening to any songs now?---* Nope....at wrk n dis place believes in only photocopier sounds&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe in miracles?---* Yes!!! It happened on 10th Dec 2003 at 725pm at 'razers edge'!&lt;br /&gt;Where do u wanna go now?---* Somewhere quiet and peaceful with my loved one...&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to bangladesh?---* Nah!&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling now?---* Normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111450197545772712?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111450197545772712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111450197545772712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-abt-me.html' title='More abt Me'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111449871453165008</id><published>2005-04-26T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:58:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y T O M E....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm celebrating my birthday today. Gosh I feel so old. Well, I'm just glad I'm younger than some whose way older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/greenman_anim1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sis, actually wrote in to radio giving my name to be called up by the DJ and to be wished! Sheesh! Talk about a pleasant surprise!! Real pleasant. Well, received some cosmetic products and a shawl from 2 colleagues. Thats about it at this moment.. will update soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111449871453165008?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111449871453165008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111449871453165008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111416566781635542</id><published>2005-04-22T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:27:47.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>Being idle do make one's mind wander around....well, amidst my wandering, I wrote this poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/moi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M~I~S~S~I~N~G  Y~O~U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart aches within from missing you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lips long for the feel of kissing you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To look into your eyes and see deep within,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one warm embrace,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to look upon your face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one little touch,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the one I love so much,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could gaze upon your smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For just a little while,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To know that you miss me too,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I'm thinking of you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hear the sound of you breathe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing you'll never leave,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see you walk up to me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then embrace you tenderly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To just be with the one who's sent my heart reeling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And brought about this downpour of emotion and feeling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sit here alone in my office tonight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And pray that somehow this all turns out right,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never been one to do more taking than giving,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not well off but I work hard for a living,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've told you many thoughts that weren't borrowed or bought,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in lifetime, who would have thought,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I have found someone who was just meant for me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't explain the magic or why this should be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there is one thing that I know for certain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this just ain't over till one of us draws the final curtain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For I've seen an angel and I want you to know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's my choice to make, I'll never let you go,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know what life holds, maybe there's no reason or rhyme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To think you may be mine in a matter of time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And though I cannot touch you and we are now apart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Love, you do dwell, so deep within my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And forever will it be true,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For I love you for being you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111416566781635542?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111416566781635542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111416566781635542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111387095782251034</id><published>2005-04-19T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:37:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dearest All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I would like to share this below. Read it when I was 9 yrs old. I still remember how it deeply affected me. Somehow from there, my perception at life actually changed... Tell me what you think of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Footprints&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/lovebdr.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;One night a man had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him, and the other to the LORD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.&lt;br /&gt;The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;~Mary Stevenson Parker~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111387095782251034?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111387095782251034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111387095782251034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/dearest-all-i-would-like-to-share-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111380075041466020</id><published>2005-04-18T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:13:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rite...Its Monday</title><content type='html'>Toot...Toot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for Mondays......Yeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="10" hspace="5" vspace="5" marginheight="5" src="http://www.moodsmilies.com/viewmood.php?user=tunitha" frameborder="0" width="150"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't come to today yet. Gonna update on what had happened over the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiance fianally got a Dog for himself. Its similar to the one he had before, only that this new cutie is alittle reserved and well "sorry" looking. Her name's Snowy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/DVC00005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we collected her from the east and settled her at his place...She was obviously prancing and confused (can't blame her, she had owners who took care of her for 4 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Satuday &amp;amp; Sunday went off commiting to the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Monday, well, hate it. Feel as though I've been deprived of sleep. Why cant we work on weekends longer hours and have the weekdays to rest :p. Okie, thats too much I agree, but at least make the working hours later like perhaps starting work at 10am. Now that isn't too much to ask is it?! It is!!? Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm officially declaring that I'm gonna go on a fruits/fruit juice diet for lunch. Except on Sundays. Why? Gimme a break for heaven's sake!! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, u GUYS gotta check this out! Its freaking cool! Those who have seen it. what the heck, see it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zumrundenleder.ch/media/movs/surf_90.wmv"&gt;Surf it Up with Soccer!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111380075041466020?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111380075041466020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111380075041466020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/riteits-monday.html' title='Rite...Its Monday'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111344126553082649</id><published>2005-04-14T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:19:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vishu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dearest All...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all indians celebrating today a very Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/abclaxmi4cp.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I'll explain abit on today's value, so that the non-celebraters may understand better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The month of Chitthirai &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Mid April - Mid May)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has arrived and with it the Tamil New Year's Day; April 14th, an occasion for celebration for Tamilians all over the world. Greetings of 'Puthandu Vazthukal', &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Happy New Year)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are exchanged with fervour on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts with viewing the 'kanni' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(the auspicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at dawn, in the expectation that beginning the New Year by looking at auspicious or favourable things will bring good fortune throughout the year. The auspicious things include, gold and silver jewellery, betel leaves, nuts, fruits and vegetables, flowers, raw rice and coconuts. This is followed by the ritual bath and a visit to the temple to pray for a prosperous and happy New Year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Yeah, I did all these, except for the part of going to temple, instead, had to come to work :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14th also happens to be the Bengali New Year Day, Naba Barsha, which begins with the 'Prabhat Pheries' &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(an early morning procession)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with songs and dances welcoming the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kerala 'Vishu' is celebrated by Malayalees commemorating the beginning of the astronomical New Year in the Malayalam Calendar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Now this is what I celebrate....Malayalee ma?!.. Oh, and by the way, I would at this point like to clear something, we are known as Malayalees, not Malayalam. Malayalam is the language we speak. Its like Europeans speaking English...get it? Okie.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, so I guess I wrapped up most of it. Tonight at my aunt's place there's gonna be lottsa delicious food. Sigh, and I'm gonna feel sooooooo guilty after eating it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111344126553082649?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111344126553082649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111344126553082649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-vishu.html' title='Happy Vishu.'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111336824180385868</id><published>2005-04-13T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T12:57:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hey People....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oooh..I like this one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: Do not enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: Unfertilized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woman: I'm a female impersonator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111336824180385868?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111336824180385868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111336824180385868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold-women.html' title='Cold Women'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111329152875942821</id><published>2005-04-12T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:23:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/arg-nite-of-the-living-fred-258x169-url.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In reality, everyone is good in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Close eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Shutdown brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pause as necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Restart brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Open eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What's there to not be good at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bed is the one place where laziness is rewarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- John Dobbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111329152875942821?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111329152875942821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111329152875942821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/laziness.html' title='Laziness...'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111317853728098302</id><published>2005-04-11T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:14:26.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Dearest All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire post is being dedicated to my lovable Shanti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y49/tunitha/friend.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've been there for me through the good times and bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know I can count on you to be there when I'm sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life without you just wouldn't be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wouldn't be able to get through each day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I've had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know that you're only a call away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When life takes that crazy turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You are always there to help me learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We've had so many good times together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know we'll be best friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No matter where we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know we'll never be too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're my idol, my sister, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We'll be together till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even when we're old and gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You'll be here still, to help me get on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I knew this piece of freaking exaggerated crap for coming to 6 years and counting.... She's actually a CELEBRITY! Central channel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never had an elder sister, but this girl, though she's younger in age than me(god i feel so old!!), she's freaking possesive over me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you sooooooo much ma! (Sheeesh...i feeel sooooo lesbian now...hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But really, this is the only girl who knows everything about me, my crap and my non-crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the way, APRIL 12 Dinner!!! There, I made it public so you can't escape this time round! Muahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tunitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111317853728098302?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111317853728098302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111317853728098302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunithaplease.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>Tunitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09511598109605612796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/3456/640/muah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9713148.post-111285272154229091</id><published>2005-04-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:45:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Helllloooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm back on track, no more blues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm dedicating this song to myself and to all out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its FRANK SINATRA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I know I'm gonna change that tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I'm back on top, back on top in June&lt;br /&gt;I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I don't let it, let it get me down'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around&lt;br /&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Each time I find myself flat on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pick myself up and get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if I didn't think it was worth one single try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly&lt;br /&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just pick myself up and get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My, my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last part may seem alittle pessimistic....hehe, but there's a whole lot of inspiration going on in here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Tunitha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Tunitha....in a daze....too crazed...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9713148-111285272154229091?l=tunithaplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9713148/posts/default/111285272154229091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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